Liu Qingcheng’s face was a picture of shock.
Had Qin Yunxuan lost her mind? What was she saying? That she would perform a new song every time she took the stage on The Singer?
Was she joking?!
Did she really think new songs were like cabbages at a wholesale market—cheap and plentiful?
More importantly…
While new songs might grab attention, they lacked the emotional resonance of familiar hits. Without prior exposure, their impact simply couldn’t compare.
If Qin Yunxuan really planned to perform new songs every time, then each one would have to be at least as good as “Blue Lotus.”
What kind of audacity did it take to make such a claim?
Even a full team of songwriters wouldn’t dare boast like that!
It wasn’t just Liu Qingcheng who was stunned—the surrounding paparazzi were equally floored.
“Has Qin Yunxuan gone mad? She’s going to sing a new song every time? Is she serious?”
“She said it outright—how could it be a joke?”
“Who cares if she’s joking? Today’s headline is set!”
“Battle of the Divas: A Showdown of New Songs!”
“Wait, did Liu Qingcheng say she was performing a new song too?”
“Who cares about that? We’re going with whatever gets the most clicks!”
That said, a sliver of doubt lingered in everyone’s minds.
Was Qin Yunxuan truly planning to debut a new song every round, or was this just a ploy to rattle Liu Qingcheng?
If she was serious…
The music industry was in for a seismic shift.
It had been years since a monster talent like this had emerged!
…..
“I’m so angry—I can’t take this!”
Once inside her dressing room, Liu Qingcheng could no longer contain her fury. She hurled her bag onto the floor with a loud thud.
The memory of Qin Yunxuan’s smug, mocking smile made her blood boil.
“What are you so proud of? Do you really think you’re better than me? Qin Yunxuan, you’ve gone too far!”
Gritting her teeth, her eyes burned with resentment.
The door creaked open, and her manager, Zhang Ping, stepped inside.
“What’s wrong? Did Qin Yunxuan get under your skin?”
Liu Qingcheng’s expression darkened. She didn’t want to admit it, but Qin Yunxuan’s words had unsettled her.
“I thought siccing the paparazzi on her—spreading rumors about her and Yun Sihai—would throw her off balance. But I underestimated her.”
Zhang Ping sighed. “Not only wasn’t she affected, but with just a few words, she’s left you shaken.”
Liu Qingcheng fell silent for a long moment before speaking again. “Zhang-jie… do you think Qin Yunxuan was serious? About performing new songs today—and every time after?”
“I don’t know,” Zhang Ping admitted unexpectedly. “I can’t read Qin Yunxuan’s intentions. But…”
She pulled out her phone and opened a webpage.
“The news about your ‘new song showdown’ is already all over the internet.”
What?!
Liu Qingcheng’s eyes widened in horror. She snatched the phone and scanned the tabloid reports, her face paling.
Who said I was singing a new song?!
This was a setup! She never agreed to that!
Which unscrupulous gossip outlet was responsible for this?
Since when did paparazzi care about accuracy?
Expecting them to be responsible was like expecting a weasel not to steal chickens—utterly impossible.
“Like it or not, the narrative is already set. We only have two options now.”
“First, ignore it and stick to the original plan. But if we do, the audience’s expectations will be crushed, and the backlash against you will be unimaginable. Worse, if Qin Yunxuan’s new song is another hit, you’ll lose for sure.”
