I Swapped Bodies With a Female Celebrity - Chapter 3

“Qin Yunxuan, the Entertainment Industry’s Biggest ‘Flower Vase’—Tone-Deaf and Clueless About Music—Actually Became the Only Original Singer?!”

And she even composed a timeless classic!

Not only that—her vocal performance was stunning, and her guitar skills were rock-solid!

Is this still the same Qin Yunxuan we know? The same “pretty but talentless” idol?

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, netizens would’ve never believed it!

“Yeah, right! As if!”

But the live broadcast of Singer left no room for doubt.

“It’s blowing up! Blowing up!”

Backstage, a staff member rushed in, shouting excitedly, “Director Chen! The numbers—they’re insane!”

“How insane?” Chen, the show’s chief director, perked up instantly.

“Our TV ratings just hit 2%, and the livestream viewer count surpassed 20 million!”

These numbers were unheard of.

Director Chen exhaled sharply, eyes gleaming with triumph.

The Singer program hadn’t been highly regarded by the network. Its biggest star? Qin Yunxuan—a woman known more for her looks than her talent.

Sure, her skills were… questionable. But her beauty? Undeniable. And with beauty came hype, buzz, and an army of devoted fans.

Now, that gamble had paid off spectacularly.

After all, Singer was a competition for vocalists. Established artists rarely joined—too much pride at stake. Winning was fine, but losing? A public humiliation. Unless the rewards outweighed the risks, why would they gamble their reputations?

That’s why Singer had taken a bold approach: live, unfiltered performances.

And the result? A smash hit.

“Qin Yunxuan… you’re my lucky charm.”

Qin Lang had succeeded.

Even in a parallel world, a masterpiece remained a masterpiece—shining brilliantly.

The only downside? The poor singer who had to perform next.

The audience was still lost in the magic of the previous song, still reeling from Qin Yunxuan’s transformation.

Compared to that, the next act felt… bland.

The singer, sensing the crowd’s disinterest, grew nervous. Mistakes crept in.

And when stacked against Qin Lang’s flawless performance?

The difference was night and day.

“Huh? I thought this singer was decent, but live? Yikes.”
“She can’t even measure up to Qin Yunxuan? Were we wrong about Yunxuan all along?”
“Nothing highlights flaws like a direct comparison. This was… rough.”

Under a wave of disappointed murmurs and scattered boos, the singer trudged through her set like a prisoner serving a sentence.

By the end, her face was etched with resentment.

Qin Lang could practically feel the daggers in her glare from backstage.

“Sorry, not sorry. Blame your bad luck.”

He shrugged. What else could he do?

“Xuanxuan!”

Just as Qin Lang was quietly reveling in his schadenfreude, a woman in her thirties hurried over.

With sharp phoenix eyes, arched brows, and a figure even more voluptuous than Qin Yunxuan’s, she radiated the allure of a ripe peach.

But… who was she?!

She clearly knew him.

The problem? He didn’t know her.

If he slipped up now—

Before he could overthink it, the woman pulled him into a crushing embrace, smothering his face against her chest.

“This is amazing! I always knew you had it in you!”

Qin Lang’s world went dark. Oxygen became a distant memory.

Only one thought floated through his mind:

“…Worth it.”