Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!-Chapter 94: Mini Debut(2)

Halfway through the presentation, an editor from Mode Luxe nudged her colleague. "There’s a lot of buzz about a mystery guest tonight. Do you know anything?"

Her colleague shook his head, but his curiosity was piqued. "No clue. But if they’re saving the reveal for later, it must be someone big."

As another model strode confidently down the runway, draped in a breathtaking beaded gown, the audience marveled at the craftsmanship on display. But behind the appreciation, a lingering sense of anticipation grew.

Something—or someone—was about to steal the show.

The show continued with each model displaying the designer’s latest creations, the artistry of every piece leaving the audience enthralled. Soft murmurs of admiration and critique wove through the crowd as the models took their turns down the runway.

Then, just as the final set was about to begin, the lights dimmed further, and a hush fell over the audience. A low, rhythmic beat began to play, the sound reverberating through the grand hall like an unspoken promise of something extraordinary.

The LED screens flickered for a moment before shifting to an entirely new display—one that was different from the rest of the show. A single name appeared in elegant, stylized gold lettering:

Y.L Mongolia

A ripple of confusion passed through the audience.

"Who is that?" someone whispered.

"Wait... Y.L Mongolia? That’s the name that’s been circulating online, right?" another murmured, glancing at their phone.

"I thought she was a singer?"

The music swelled, and then—she appeared.

A figure stepped onto the runway, her entrance slow, deliberate, commanding. The black gown she wore clung to her frame in all the right places, a masterpiece of elegance and understated power. The fabric shimmered under the lights, cascading like liquid midnight with every step she took.

The audience collectively held their breath.

"She’s..." One stylist blinked, unable to finish their sentence.

"She’s absolutely stunning," an actress whispered in awe, her gaze locked on the mysterious woman.

In the front row, Zhang Wei leaned forward slightly, his keen eyes narrowing with interest. "Who designed that gown?" he murmured to his assistant.

His assistant hurriedly checked the show’s program, then hesitated. "Sir... it’s not listed anywhere."

Zhang Wei’s brows lifted in surprise. "Interesting."

The murmurs of confusion continued to ripple through the audience as the mysterious woman walked the runway, her presence alone enough to captivate even the most seasoned fashion enthusiasts. The models before her had been stunning, their walks practiced and poised, but this—this was different. She wasn’t just wearing the dress. She owned it.

Then, just as she reached the center of the runway, the host’s voice rang through the speakers, cutting through the hushed whispers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, before we continue, we have a special introduction to make," the host announced, his tone carrying an unmistakable note of excitement. "You may have heard her name circulating recently, a rising talent whose voice has already begun making waves in the music industry. Tonight, she makes her very first public appearance as a singer, and also as a vision of elegance and grace on this very stage."

A brief pause, as if allowing the audience to fully absorb the anticipation.

"Introducing Dream Entertainment’s newest rising star... Y.L Mongolia!"

Gasps echoed across the hall.

"Wait, that’s her?!"

"She’s the one with the viral snippet?"

"I thought she was just a singer! Why is she walking the runway? Dream really did a number with this debut.."

In the front row, industry executives exchanged intrigued glances, already sensing the making of something big. Dream Entertainment had been keeping their new talent under wraps, and now, in the middle of one of the biggest fashion events of the season, they were unveiling her in the most dramatic way possible.

Zhang Wei, the renowned fashion critic, tapped his chin. "Bold move. A singer debuting at a fashion event? Dream Entertainment must be confident in her presence."

Confident was an understatement.

Because as Y.L Mongolia—no, as Yu Lixue—continued her walk, she didn’t falter under the weight of the gazes locked onto her. Instead, she basked in it, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips as if she had expected nothing less.

Near the front, Yu Jia sat frozen, her fingers clenched into her lap.

She had been prepared for Y.L Mongolia’s debut as a singer. She had anticipated competition.

But this?

This was something she hadn’t seen coming.

And judging by the stunned expressions around the room, neither had anyone else.

The room dimmed. A single spotlight illuminated the center of the runway, now transformed into a stage.

With the poise of someone born to perform, she took her place in the center of the stage. The microphone waited, but she took a breath first, letting the silence stretch just a second longer.

Then, she sang.

The first note sent chills through the room.

It wasn’t just a voice—it was an experience. Pure, rich, controlled. The kind of voice that made time slow down, that commanded attention without effort. Each word carried emotion, each note effortlessly precise. It wasn’t showy or excessive; it was refined, deliberate, the kind of performance that left no room for doubt.

Lixue wasn’t just a voice behind a screen anymore.

She was here.

The audience was transfixed. Some leaned forward unconsciously, drawn in by the depth of her tone. Others sat frozen, eyes locked onto the stage. Even those who had initially been skeptical found themselves silenced.

In the VIP section, Zhang Wei exhaled slowly, as if he had forgotten to breathe.

Lin Shuang, who had been unimpressed by most of the night’s performances, murmured, "...This is dangerous."

Yu Jia, her carefully maintained composure cracking ever so slightly, forced a smile. But the tension in her jaw betrayed her.

"She’s good," someone whispered.

"She’s better than good," another corrected.

Mo Ran, watching from his seat, remained still, his gaze unreadable. But beneath the surface, a quiet satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

The final note hung in the air like a lingering echo of something unforgettable. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Silence.

And then—

Thunderous applause.

The audience erupted into cheers, the spell finally breaking. Camera flashes went off in rapid succession, capturing the birth of something—or rather, someone—monumental.

Lixue lowered the mic slowly, her expression unreadable, yet utterly in control.

She had arrived.

And the industry would never be the same again.