After Appearing On A Marriage Reality Show, The Top Star Cried and Says She Doesn't Want a Divorce - Chapter 1

“Breaking News! Renowned K-Pop Girl Group IGirl’sP Embroiled in Lip-Syncing Scandal!”

“From Monster Rookies to Floundering Clowns: What Untold Stories Lie Behind IGirl’sP’s Rise and Fall?”

“Ten Concerts in a Month, Full Live Vocals and Choreography, Yet Their Breath Control Remains Flawless. If This Isn’t Lip-Syncing, I’ll Kneel and Crown Them Queens!”

IGirl’sP was at the peak of their popularity. Less than two years after their debut, they had already won countless awards and shattered all previous K-Pop girl group album sales records.

Just when their future seemed limitless, this scandal erupted, igniting a firestorm of public opinion.

Two members of IGirl’sP immediately took to Weibo to denounce the malicious rumors.

[I am furious at these baseless accusations and reserve the right to pursue legal action. I urge the rumor-mongers to consider the consequences of their actions.]

[Music is the most sacred temple in my heart. Especially this song, which we co-wrote, with that challenging middle section that demands exceptional vocal skill and technique.]

[Every time, I sing a full eight beats of E6, feeling the resonance deep within my soul.]

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IGirl’sP’s initial Weibo post had been written with such sincerity that many believed the rumors of lip-syncing were false.

But after the “8-beat E6” claim surfaced, the entire internet couldn’t contain its disbelief.

[What level is an 8-beat E6?]

[Did they mean B5 and accidentally type E6?]

[Sis, singing ten concerts a month must strain your voice. I know you’re lip-syncing, but insisting you’re singing live, claiming an E6, and holding it for eight beats? That’s a bit delusional, isn’t it?]

[Can someone explain to this musically illiterate person what an E6 actually means?]

[Among currently active singers, Li Tang has the most versatile style and widest vocal range, right? No one doubts that, do they?]

[Absolutely! If Li Tang is second in the Chinese music scene, no one dares claim first!]

[Even Li Tang’s highest note in “Witch’s Chant” is only a 6-beat D6. I can’t even imagine what an 8-beat E6 would sound like…]

[Oh, I get it now! If Li Tang hasn’t even sung an 8-beat E6, IGP is clearly exaggerating way too much.]

[I don’t get IGirl’sP. High notes aren’t even their forte. Why would they lie about something like that?]

[Someone please explain! Why do you assume IGirl’sP can’t hit the note just because Li Tang can’t?]

[Because Li Tang is an adjective.]

[She is Li Tang. Isn’t that enough?]

[Goddess Tang is live on CCTV right now! It’s the Q&A segment—let’s see if she can actually sing it!]

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At that moment, Li Tang was participating in a charity livestream hosted by CCTV when the chat suddenly flooded with identical messages:

[Goddess Tang, please sing eight measures of E6!]

On screen, a cool and elegant woman with waist-length, flowing hair and a perfectly tailored suit glanced at the comments, tilting her head slightly. Her every gesture exuded a languid nonchalance.

At 1.73 meters tall, she sat on the small stool in the studio, her long legs barely fitting in the frame.

The deep V-neck of her suit revealed her delicate collarbones and fair skin.

Golden earrings and layered necklaces swayed gently, accentuating her sharp features and striking beauty.

Li Tang raised her hand, tapping two slender, bony fingers against her temple. Her skin was pale and smooth, her fingers long and elegant.

Beneath her pale, delicate skin, translucent purple veins pulsed faintly, while her palms and knuckles flushed a subtle pink.

Even a pair of hands could possess such otherworldly beauty, like a masterpiece of divine artistry.

“E6?” Li Tang mused, her expression was indifferent and disdainful.

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[Can she even hit that note?]

[E6? Who do they think they’re dealing with?]

[This is Goddess Tang!]

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[E6 is practically whistle register! Asking Goddess Tang to sing that? What were they thinking?]

[Even if Goddess Tang could sing it, she wouldn’t! It would ruin her voice!]

[I bet she can’t even hit it!]

The chat erupted in a battle between fans and casual viewers, but on screen, Li Tang’s expression remained unchanged.

With a casual lift of her gaze, she sat in her chair and, without hesitation, improvised a new arrangement of her song.

The chat fell into a long silence, then exploded.

[Such a beautiful voice, so ethereal!]

[See? This is what true talent looks like!]

[And Goddess Tang sang it sitting down!]

[How dare IGP call themselves the top Chinese girl group? Go back to sleep!]

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After the live stream ended, Li Tang donned sunglasses and left the studio through a back exit, surrounded by bodyguards and assistants.

Despite meticulous secrecy measures, they couldn’t completely evade the paparazzi and fans.

The moment Li Tang appeared, reporters and fans swarmed forward, brandishing cameras and microphones. The rapid-fire clicks of shutters and flashes of light turned the night into day.

Under the relentless flashes, the woman’s figure appeared even more striking and radiant.

The sounds of pushing, shoving, and screaming filled the air.

Countless people were driven to madness by her presence.

Yet Li Tang never removed her sunglasses, her expression remaining calm and serene, as if a goddess had descended.

Her manager and assistant cleared a path, finally escorting her into the waiting van.

Li Tang casually sang a few lines, instantly igniting a fierce storm on Weibo.

The IGP fandom was massive and notoriously aggressive, but even they had to swallow the bitter pill of Li Tang’s effortless dominance.

After all, since her meteoric debut at eighteen, Li Tang had been like the Purple Star, shaking the entertainment industry for seven long years.

She had risen from obscurity to winning every major music award in just three years.

With each album release, the only artist who could surpass her was herself—with her next album.

Her musical talent was exceptional, and her striking, cool beauty captivated audiences. In her seven years since debuting, she had been entangled in countless rumors, yet no concrete evidence had ever surfaced.

Fans were endlessly curious about her romantic life.

[Why has Tangtang’s song release rate slowed down lately? Maybe she should try dating to find some inspiration?]

[Such beautiful and nimble hands! It’s a waste not to put them to romantic use.] [Flushed face][Flushed face]

[Tangtang! My wife!]

[Speaking of which, has Goddess Tang really been single all these years?]

[I think she’s probably been single since birth. After all, since her debut, she’s been studying and working at such an intense pace—either in the recording studio or on her way there. Where would she find the time for romance…?]

[Plus, I get the feeling Goddess Tang prefers relationships between equals. I wonder who could ever be worthy of her.]

[I think the commenter above makes a good point. If that’s the case, Goddess Tang might end up single forever.]

[You know what? That’s actually quite possible.]

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Dongzhou Junting, Beijing’s most exclusive residential area, topped the city’s luxury housing rankings with prices exceeding 500,000 yuan per square meter.

Inside the study of a villa, a refined, subtle fragrance permeated the air.

A lit incense stick stood in a ceramic burner crafted by a Jingdezhen folk kiln during the mid-Kangxi period. The wisps of blue smoke rising from the translucent glazed burner created a mesmerizing sight.

Yan Mengyi was reading when a notification pinged on her computer.

Startled by the sound, a segment of incense ash fluttered down.

Someone had posted a message in their “Handicraft Group”:

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[Xiao Yi! Your new creation is absolutely stunning!]

[I’m drooling! No wonder it’s a masterpiece from a master craftsman!]

[How did you achieve that velvet texture using shrink plastic? It’s incredible!]

[What?! That’s shrink plastic?!]

[Shocked +1!]

[I genuinely don’t understand how you’re so skilled at everything! With your level of expertise, you should have been awarded several titles as a non-material cultural heritage inheritor!]

[You’re new here, so you don’t know! Our Xiao Yi is a true professional. She simply doesn’t care for those empty titles.]

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Yan Mengyi chuckled at the group members’ praise, feeling both flattered and slightly embarrassed. She quickly replied:

[Yan Mengyi: You’re all being too kind! I’m blushing!]

[With such talent, you should share your creations more often! Why have you only posted one piece in the past month?]

[OMG!!! What are you doing? Don’t waste your talent!]

[Has something been bothering you lately?]

[Is your wife making you sad again?]

[Wife? Xiao Yi, you’re married?!]

[Am I just too slow to keep up with the news?]

Several newcomers to the group were shocked. Yan Mengyi looked so young, it was hard to believe she was married.

[You didn’t know? It’s a legendary campus romance! They got married right after high school graduation!]

[How sweet!]

[Sweet? Her wife has some weird job that keeps her flying all over the world. They’ve been married for seven years, but she’s barely spent any time at home with Xiao Yi.]

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As an extreme introvert and homebody, Yan Mengyi had met almost all her friends online.

Especially the longtime members of the Handicraft Group, whom she had known for five or six years despite never meeting in person.

They had been involved in each other’s major life decisions, from choosing schools to career paths.

To Yan Mengyi, her group members were like family.

Hearing about the troubles in Yan Mengyi’s marriage, even some of the lurking old-timers were drawn out of the shadows.

No wonder you’ve seemed so down lately, Xiao Yi. Has she been gone for another month?

Another month? So this happens often?

Yan Mengyi explained, “Her job makes it impossible.”

“Alright, but honestly, being apart so often can really strain a marriage. When’s your anniversary?”

“You should really make an effort to connect on special occasions. After all, you’ve been together since college—seven years is no small feat.”

Yan Mengyi replied, “But we don’t celebrate anniversaries.”

“No anniversaries? Not even for your first confession, first holding hands, first kiss, or your wedding?”

Yan Mengyi hugged her plushie, pondered for a moment, and finally typed, “Nope.”

“I’m stunned! I’ve never seen a relationship like yours. You need some rituals to keep the spark alive.”

“What about birthdays, Valentine’s Day, Qixi Festival? Do you exchange gifts?”

“Don’t tell me you don’t do that either?”

Yan Mengyi fell silent, realizing the group member had hit the nail on the head.

For seven years, she had always thought this was normal.

But judging by everyone’s reactions, her marriage was far from normal, wasn’t it?

“Sometimes couples drift apart after being together for so long. It’s okay, every relationship is different. But is your… intimacy still active?”

“True, after seven years, it might just be a platonic connection. But as long as that’s still there, it shouldn’t be a big problem.”

Yan Mengyi remained silent.

“Are you… dead in the bedroom?”

This is getting serious.

Yan Mengyi: [It’s happened before, but it’s never lasted this long.]

In that case, you should consider your options carefully.

Yan Mengyi: [Sometimes, the thought of divorce suddenly pops into my head.]

[I understand.]

Yan Mengyi: [There are so many people who like her. I think she might be happier if we divorced.]

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Mengyi… This terrible wife of yours treats you so badly. Why are you still putting her happiness before your own?

Sisters! You need to have more confidence! If you divorce, it won’t be because you’re not good enough for her, but because she’s not good enough for you!

And! Stop being a submissive wife! How could so many people be interested in your wife anyway?!

[ Hehe, you’re right, ] Yan Mengyi agreed.

The atmosphere in the group grew awkward, and someone suggested changing the subject to something more cheerful.

A member forwarded a clip from Li Tang’s livestream to the Handicraft Group.

[Report! Goddess Tang’s voice is back! She’s beating up the drowning clown!]

[IGP must be crazy! They’re bragging about E6? Goddess Tang just crushed them!]

[Goddess Tang is so bea]utiful! How can someone be so powerful and so utterly captivating?!

[If anyone hasn’t seen Goddess Tang’s Iconic Photo yet, I’ll be heartbroken!]

[Which Iconic Photo?]

A group member forwarded a photo from Li Tang’s concert.

Warm stage lights bathed Li Tang, who was wearing a performance outfit adorned with silver tassels. She held her guitar, lost in her playing, her head tilted slightly upward.

The beams illuminated her hair, making it gleam like silk, and her face glowed like jade. The veins on her pale hands stood out faintly.

Lost in the world of music, she exuded confidence and composure. Her thin lips parted slightly, the corners of her mouth curving upward, transforming her into a goddess incarnate.

Who wouldn’t feel tipsy just looking at this photo?

It evoked images of twilight, of walking hand-in-hand with Goddess Tang along the shore, the gentle breeze and setting sun painting the scene with breathtaking beauty.

[Hehehe, I want to marry her! She seems like she’d be amazing.]

[+1!]

[+1!]

[+1!]

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[Xiaoyi, why aren’t you joining the chorus?]

[Don’t you like Li Tang?]

Yan Mengyi: [ I… ]

[Go love your wife! You have no taste!]

[ Haha ] Yan Mengyi sent a laughing emoji.

The group continued teasing each other and moved on to other topics.

A new member, a young hairpin maker who was Yan Mengyi’s fan, kept calling her “Sister, Sister.”

Noticing Yan Mengyi’s gloomy mood, the Little Hairpin Maker quietly sent her a private message.

[Sister, your wife is so mean! You deserve better!] [Hugs][Hugs]

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Before Yan Mengyi could reply, the sound of a door opening downstairs echoed through the house.

A whirlwind burst in, carrying the night’s chill and dewdrops, clinging to her like a second skin.

It wrapped her in its embrace, pressing its face against hers, its hands gliding over the intricate embroidery of her modernized qipao before circling her slender waist.

This superstar, revered by millions, now held the petite Yan Mengyi tightly captive in its arms.

“I’ll go pour you some tea,” Yan Mengyi said, trying to rise, but the other person pressed her back into the chair.

“Don’t move. Let me hold you a little longer. How long has it been since we last saw each other?”

“A month,” Yan Mengyi replied, leaning back to press her cheek against the other’s.

The soft touch of skin against skin, the face kissed by the goddess of beauty, was right before her eyes.

“Wife,” the person murmured, tightening their grip, their breath hot against her ear. “Ten minutes. Meet me in the bathroom upstairs.”

Support After Appearing On A Marriage Reality Show, The Top Star Cried and Says She Doesn’t Want a Divorce