"There you have it folks, I believe this is the best piece we’ve had as a ending piece, since 2015, Lin Shuang uproar. Thank you miss Y.L"
Lixue smiled as she bowed, the photographers taking shots furiously the papers, magazines and Weibo.
Mo Ran smiled slightly, what a marvelous sight it had been, turning to his assistant, he signaled him, to get up so they could slip out before anyone noticed.
Mo Ran’s movents were smooth and calculated as he rose from his seat, his assistant following closely behind. While the audience remained fixated on Lixue, still reeling from the performance, he took advantage of the distraction.
As they weaved through the venue, the applause still echoing in the background, Mo Ran’s assistant, Shen Yu, leaned in slightly. "Sir, the dia is already reacting. Weibo’s trending list has ’Y.L Mongolia’ climbing at an alarming rate."
Mo Ran smirked. "As expected."
"So industry insiders are already speculating about her identity. There’s chatter about her voice being too refined for a debut artist."
"They’ll keep guessing." His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable trace of pride in his tone.
anwhile, back on stage, Lixue maintained her poised smile as the host wrapped up the event.
"We thank everyone for attending this unforgettable night. And once again, let’s give a round of applause to Dream Entertainnt’s rising star, Y.L Mongolia!"
The crowd erupted once more, but Lixue had already stepped back gracefully, allowing the host to reclaim the spotlight.
As soon as she exited the stage, she was t with a flurry of movent—stylists, managers, and event coordinators all buzzing around, either congratulating her or discussing post-event plans.
Dream Entertainnt’s spokesperson, a man known for his sharp business acun, approached with a pleased expression. "An outstanding performance, miss YL. You’ve exceeded expectations."
Lixue simply nodded, her expression calm. "I aim to."
As they spoke, a mber of the PR team hurried over, phone in hand. "Miss YL, you should see this."
She took the phone, her eyes scanning the screen.
#YLMongoliaDebut
#YLMongoliaVsYuJia
#WhoIsYLMongolia
The trending topics were climbing fast, comnts pouring in by the second.
— "This voice?! Where did she co from??"
— "Yu Jia needs to watch out. This girl is serious competition."
— "Not Dream Entertainnt finally debuting soone with actual talent."
— "Her stage presence is insane. How is she a rookie? Sothing isn’t adding up."
— "Forget Yu Jia, Y.L Mongolia might be the new queen."
Lixue’s lips twitched. How amusing.
She handed the phone back, her voice even. "Looks like Dream got what they wanted."
The spokeperson chuckled. "More than we expected. You’re already being compared to Yu Jia. We’ll have to manage the narrative carefully, but this is the best kind of publicity."
Lixue rely humd in response, but inside, she found it ironic.
Yu Jia had spent years living off her lyrics.
Now, those sa fans were ready to throw her aside for sothing fresh.
Poetic.
"Miss YL, we should get going," her manager for the day whispered, sensing the growing dia presence. "Paparazzi are already waiting outside."
Nodding, Lixue allowed them to lead her towards the private exit, where a black car awaited. As she slid inside, she exhaled softly, tilting her head against the seat.
The night had been a success.
But this was just the beginning.
In one of the VIP sections, a group of esteed fashion critics, designers, and influencers sat with their phones in hand, already dissecting the night’s biggest mont.
"Did you see that last gown?" Lillian Zhang, a renowned fashion editor, adjusted her glasses, her voice brimming with intrigue. "That silhouette, that craftsmanship—it wasn’t just haute couture, it was art."
Felix DuPont, an international designer known for his discerning eye, nodded slowly. "And yet, no one seems to know who designed it."
Lillian swiped through the high-definition shots now flooding Weibo. The dress, a masterpiece of deep black fabric that clung like liquid silk, was adorned with intricate embroidery so fine it looked hand-stitched by a master.
"I’ve checked the major houses—there’s no match," she muttered.
A luxury fashion blogger chid in, her eyes alight with curiosity. "The way it draped, the structure—it reminds of Maison Laurent, but their signature isn’t visible."
The re ntion of Maison Laurent made the group pause.
Felix exhaled sharply. "Maison Laurent?"
Lillian looked up, her expression serious. "Think about it. No major brand has claid this dress. No teasers, no leaks, nothing. If it really is Maison Laurent, then it was a private commission."
The blogger’s lips parted in realization. "Which ans soone very powerful arranged it."
Felix rubbed his chin, his intrigue growing. "If that’s the case, then the real question isn’t just who designed it... but who it was designed for."
"This YL is no ordinary person.."
anwhile, across the event hall, entertainnt reporters and influencers had their own conversations buzzing.
"I don’t know about you, but this ’Y.L Mongolia’ just beca the most talked-about na of the night," one reporter whispered, rapidly typing into their phone.
"Barely debuted, and already trending on Weibo," another mused. "Dream Entertainnt really knows how to create a mont."
"Forget Dream—this wasn’t just a performance. This was a statent."
The event had barely ended, yet the internet was already ablaze.
Reporters scrambled to draft their headlines, influencers rushed to upload their reactions, and Weibo was a battlefield of opinions.
At one of the major entertainnt news desks, a team of writers huddled together, reviewing footage of the final performance.
"Get this on the front page now," the editor-in-chief ordered, tapping his pen against the desk. "Make the headline punchy. Sothing like—" He paused, eyes narrowing as he watched the screen.
The cara had caught the mont perfectly—Y.L Mongolia, standing in the spotlight, her elegant black gown flowing like liquid midnight. The final note of her song had just faded, yet the audience was still in stunned silence. A second later, thunderous applause had erupted.
The editor smirked. "—’A Star is Born: Y.L Mongolia Steals the Show.’"
And with that his team imdiately got to work.
—
anwhile, on Weibo, entertainnt bloggers were already sharing their takes.
[Entertainnt Weekly - Official Post]
"Dream Entertainnt’s newest artist, Y.L Mongolia, has made an unforgettable debut. With a voice that captivates and stage presence beyond her years, she has left audiences in awe. Is this the rise of a new legend?"
The comnt section was chaos.
— "Who even is she?! How is this her FIRST performance?"
— "No teasers, no promotions, no history... and she sings like THAT?"
— "Dream Entertainnt better explain because I NEED to know where this woman ca from."
—"She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a queen.."
—
At a popular influencer’s studio, a livestream had just started.
"Alright, guys, let’s talk about it," the host, Liv, said, her eyes gleaming with excitent. She leaned into the cara. "I know we’ve had so good debuts before, but this? This was DIFFERENT."
Her chat flooded with ssages.
— "SHE ATE. LEFT NO CRUMBS."
— "Yu Jia is shaking rn."
— "I don’t even stan new artists but I need her album NOW."
Liv grinned. "I don’t know who trained her, but they deserve a RAISE. That vocal control? The confidence? That gown?? Y.L Mongolia walked in like she already owned the stage. And you know what? Maybe she does."
—
Backstage at the event, reporters were gathering, trying to get statents from industry insiders.
"What do you think of Y.L Mongolia’s performance?" one asked a well-known fashion designer.
The designer adjusted his glasses, still visibly impressed. "Exquisite. She carries herself like a seasoned perforr. And that dress... perfection."
A music producer standing nearby chuckled. "Dream Entertainnt wasn’t playing around with this one. I’ve seen a lot of debuts, but I can tell you right now—she’s different."
Another reporter turned to a veteran singer who had been watching from the VIP section. "Any thoughts?"
The singer simply smiled. "I think the industry just got a new competitor. And so people aren’t going to like that."
On Weibo, debates were already heating up.
— "Is she REALLY a rookie? There’s no way. Her technique is too polished."
— "Yu Jia better step up her ga. This is the first ti I’ve seen people doubting her status as the top artist."
— "The industry is about to get interesting."
Sowhere, in the penthouse suite of an upscale hotel, a woman scrolled through her phone, her expression unreadable.
Yu Jia’s grip tightened around the device as she read the comnts.
Y.L Mongolia. Yu Lixue
She exhaled slowly, then tossed her phone onto the table, irritation flashing in her eyes.
No one had ever made her feel threatened before.
But this?
This was different.
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