I Swapped Bodies With a Female Celebrity - Chapter 21

Suddenly, Qin Lang’s eyes narrowed. Liu Qingcheng? Isn’t she the female celebrity Mu Zhiyan mentioned—the one who has a grudge against me?

That third-tier star?

A sour feeling crept into Qin Lang’s heart.

But what he never expected was that there would be something like a “celebrity experience simulator.” If he had known, he wouldn’t have raised his hand earlier.

What a careless mistake.

He wondered if Liu Qingcheng would recognize him.

“Probably not, right? I’m already disguised so thoroughly. If she still recognizes me…”

Then it must be true love—what other explanation could there be?

Amid the crowd’s cheers, Liu Qingcheng stepped onto the stage with light, graceful steps.

Qin Lang took a closer look at this female celebrity who supposedly held a grudge against him.

Long legs, a slender waist, voluminous wavy hair, and bold red lips!

The moment she appeared, she radiated a fiery, captivating aura.

Qin Lang’s eyes were glued to her. No wonder she’s called “Qingcheng” (倾城, “city-toppling beauty”). Her looks truly live up to her name.

However, unlike Qin Yunxuan, Liu Qingcheng’s beauty carried a hint of seduction—a kind of charm that made her seem… less than proper.

To put it bluntly, she had the bewitching allure of a femme fatale.

“Why must women be so hard on each other?” Qin Lang felt a headache coming on.

After seeing Liu Qingcheng in person, he found it hard to resent her—even though she had publicly criticized Qin Yunxuan before.

“No, no, no! I, Qin Lang, am a real man! How can I let my morals be swayed by looks?”

“Right now, I am Qin Yunxuan. If she’s targeting me, she’s my enemy!”

“And enemies must be dealt with mercilessly—no mercy, even for a beauty!”

After this round of self-hypnosis, Qin Lang mentally associated Liu Qingcheng with legendary temptresses like Daji and Baosi—women who brought kingdoms to ruin.

Sure enough, the moment he did, that flicker of attraction vanished.

“Miss, to experience the virtual 3D technology, you’ll need to remove your hat and put on our brainwave headset. It’s also best to take off your glasses and mask so the headset fits properly,” the hostess explained with a smile.

“Oh… then never mind,” Qin Lang waved his hand. “I’ll pass.”

Are you kidding me? If I take all that off, my identity will be exposed!

Though he was curious about this world’s virtual reality tech, personal safety came first.

“Hm?” Liu Qingcheng’s eyes narrowed slightly at the sound of his voice, a flicker of suspicion crossing her face.

But before she could scrutinize him further, Qin Lang had already hurried off the stage.

“Of all the rotten luck… Is the world really this small?”

Once offstage, Qin Lang felt parched and overheated.

Even with the exhibition hall’s air conditioning, the place was packed, and today’s weather was unusually warm. The temperature inside wasn’t much better.

Hiding in a corner, he yanked off his mask and gulped down water.

Then—thud.

A hand landed on his shoulder.

Qin Lang flinched.

When he turned, Liu Qingcheng’s face was right in front of his.

Pfft—!

Water sprayed straight from his mouth, drenching her face completely.

In an instant, her meticulously applied makeup was ruined.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

Qin Lang swore to the heavens he hadn’t done it on purpose.

But really—turning around to see Liu Qingcheng’s face up close had been such a shock that he just… reacted.

Liu Qingcheng, however, clearly didn’t see it that way.

To her, Qin Yunxuan had absolutely done this deliberately.

Otherwise, why would she have spat water only after seeing her?

And now she was putting on this innocent act?

Who did she think she was fooling?

“Qin Yunxuan! Cut the fake apologies!”

Liu Qingcheng wanted to scream, but she forced it down, settling for a low, furious hiss instead.

If anyone saw her like this—drenched by Qin Yunxuan—her image would be ruined.

And if those shameless paparazzi got wind of it? The tabloids would have a field day.

“I knew it was you from the start. And now you spit water in my face? Do you really think I’m that easy to bully?”

Qin Lang blinked innocently.

“No, really, I think there’s been a misunderstanding!”

“Look, I left as soon as I saw you, right?”

“I was just drinking water alone here, right?”

“If you hadn’t tapped my shoulder, I wouldn’t have turned around and sprayed you, right?”

“So… this was all just bad timing. It really is a misunderstanding!”

Seeing his earnest expression, Liu Qingcheng felt her chest tighten with rage.

But… annoyingly, his logic did make sense.

If this was just an accident, then she’d been humiliated for nothing?

No way was she swallowing this anger.

“Calm down. Image. Reputation.”

After taking a few deep breaths, she barely managed to suppress the urge to tackle Qin Yunxuan to the ground.

“Did you need something from me?” Qin Lang asked, his eyes already scanning for an escape route—just in case she snapped and attacked.

Remembering her original purpose, Liu Qingcheng clenched her jaw and forced herself to focus.

“I came to tell you—I’ve joined the next recording of Tomorrow’s Singer. I’m going to defeat you on that stage, fair and square!”

Qin Lang blinked again. “Oh. Got it. Anything else?”

“What’s with that attitude? Are you looking down on me?”

She had expected Qin Yunxuan to react with alarm—maybe even fear. Instead, she was met with this infuriating nonchalance!

Did she really not see her as a threat at all?

Unbelievable!

“Last year, you stole the ‘Rookie of the Year’ title from me with underhanded tactics. I’ve never forgotten that humiliation!”

“Me, Liu Qingcheng—losing to someone like you?”

“So I spent this whole year training harder than ever. I’m a third-tier star now!”

“My new song is already #2 on the charts!”

“And you, Qin Yunxuan? What have you accomplished this year besides flaunting your looks?”

Qin Lang rubbed his nose. Was she really holding a grudge over a Rookie of the Year award?

But what he didn’t know was this: back then, Liu Qingcheng had led in both media votes and professional judges’ scores. She had been certain the award was hers.

Then, in the online popularity vote, Qin Yunxuan crushed her—winning Rookie of the Year by a landslide.

If she had lost to a genuinely talented newcomer, Liu Qingcheng might have accepted it.

But Qin Yunxuan?

Tone-deaf. Off-key. Couldn’t even read sheet music.

A random person plucked off the street could probably sing better than her!

And yet, Liu Qingcheng had lost—solely because of looks.

That was the wound that refused to heal.

So this past year, she hadn’t just honed her skills—she’d also transformed her appearance.

Her goal was simple:

To defeat Qin Yunxuan in a head-to-head battle.

Only then could she finally find peace.