My Clingy Fiancée Is Forcing Me to Marry Her Again - Chapter 1

Standing on the hemispherical lift stage, Li Fangge’s large white floral skirt shimmered with captivating brilliance under the spotlight. Her magnificent yet spirited face firmly held the gaze of the multitude of fans below.

Her slender hand, holding the microphone, slowly lowered. Her clear, bright eyes briefly closed, and she followed with a deep breath, her beautifully sculpted shoulders relaxing in relief.

All the fans watched the spotlight without blinking.

Tonight was the tenth and final show of Li Fangge’s tenth-anniversary global concert tour.

Over the past six months, she had traveled from Shanghai to Beijing, then from Beijing to Hong Kong, flying next to Taipei and Tokyo, then on to Los Angeles and Washington D.C., and two stops in Europe: London and Paris.

Circling back, she returned to Shanghai. The time had come to August.

This tenth concert was also the last one.

The first half of the concert had just ended.

Before the second half began, Li Fangge prepared to say something to the still-passionate fans in the audience. Many of them had followed her footsteps, traveling with her to every city she visited.

Understanding that she was about to speak, the fervent fans fell silent the moment she slightly raised her head, an act of mutual understanding. Even the ceaselessly swaying glow sticks paused. Everyone knew what she was about to announce.

“Ah—”

Li Fangge’s slightly upward-inflected sigh carried to every fan’s ear. The sigh was filled with a sense of loss, and the drawn-out sound, which faded from heavy to light, mixed with both emotion and joy.

Li Fangge’s journey to this point could be described as smooth sailing.

Since her debut, the grand titles bestowed upon her—such as “Born Star,” “Once-in-a-Century Diva,” “Unrivaled Heavenly Queen,” and “God’s Favorite, Possessing Both Beauty and Talent”—had never vanished from the media or the internet. She had easily won the top domestic and international music awards, achieving global fame effortlessly shortly after her debut.

But she wasn’t entirely without regret.

Looking back over the past ten years, all her time and energy had been consumed by creation, singing, performance, and promotional activities.

In recent years, whenever she retreated from the public eye and returned to her own world, she often felt a pang of melancholy: it seemed she hadn’t genuinely lived a single day for herself in the past decade.

Before this final concert, Li Fangge had already prepared to bid farewell to her fans.

She planned to take a break for a few years. Today was her birthday, making this effectively her farewell concert.

Her career had reached the absolute peak, and now she intended to live like an ordinary person: find a place she liked, and, ideally, meet the right person. She had long wanted to experience a relationship without any burdens—

The thought of saying goodbye to her beloved music, the stage, and these sweet fans in the audience—

Li Fangge’s reluctance and melancholy turned into an involuntary sigh.

The fans’ hearts were seized by her spontaneous sigh, and the stadium grew even quieter.

The image of Li Fangge raising her head to hold back tears was reflected in the eyes of all the fans. They continued to hold their breath, waiting for her to speak.

Finally, she lowered her head and brought the microphone back to her lips. ” I’m very happy, and so grateful, that throughout these ten years since my debut, I’ve always had all of you… As you know, today is my thirtieth birthday, and I”

“Ahhh—”

“Gege, Happy Birthday!”

“Gege is forever eighteen!”

“We’ll always love Gege! We’ll always want to hear Gege sing”

Li Fangge’s subsequent words, “I plan to temporarily step away from singing—,” were completely drowned out by the tidal wave of well-wishes from the crowd.

Below the four-sided stage, the highly enthusiastic fans raised the light-up signs they had prepared long ago, which were covered with sincere blessings and generous declarations of love.

The motionless glow sticks began to sway rhythmically again. Fans farther away simply turned on their phone flashlights, transforming the venue into an ocean of twinkling lights. The “Happy Birthday” song evolved from a sparse melody into a coordinated and grand chorus…

Wrapped tightly in the sound of blessings, Li Fangge, standing on the lift stage, couldn’t help but let the tears she had struggled to hold back well up again, shining brightly under the stage lights—

Li Fangge was engulfed in the fans’ passion and love.

She wasn’t the type to openly show her emotions; she was even a little informal in private. Yet, amidst the warm, singing blessings of tens of thousands of fans, every significant moment of growth from the past decade naturally surfaced in her mind. So much so that she failed to notice the sound of metal snapping above her head.

Everyone, including staff, musicians, and dancers, was swept up in the heavy current of birthday cheer. No one noticed that the large stage light directly above Li Fangge was about to detach.

Sharp-eyed fans saw tiny sparks and black smoke coming from the light, but their warnings were completely obliterated by the roaring chorus of “Happy Birthday” to their idol.

The hemispherical lift stage rotated gently. Li Fangge, standing on it, nodded her thanks to everyone.

The moment she turned directly under the large light, the entire lighting rig, along with the steel components above her head, crashed down with a loud clatter.

The stunned fans saw their idol, who had just turned her body and raised her head, instantly smashed to the ground. The tidal wave of blessings was immediately replaced by terrifying, sharp screams.

The once orderly concert descended into chaos. Some fans in the audience, those with heart conditions or emotional fragility, were so shocked that they collapsed on the floor along with Li Fangge…

Couldn’t that woman’s fortune-telling have been wrong for once?!

As she watched the shattered pieces of the hemisphere crash down, her pupils widening in shock, this was Li Fangge’s final thought during her final concert.

In Hong Kong, this past spring,

A woman miraculously breached security after a concert, rushing into the backstage studio and shouting excitedly, “I have a divine secret I must tell Sister Li in private!”

Her voice stunned everyone who was busy and exhausted. It was hard to believe this somewhat pale woman could generate such volume.

Li Fangge was having her makeup removed at the time. The makeup artist paused. She subtly stilled, then quietly turned her head. Her eyes met the woman’s slightly tear-filled gaze—a gaze that was both heartbreaking and vague. Li Fangge, who usually kept a strict distance from fans, felt an unexpected surge of compassion. She raised her hand to stop her assistant and a security guard, who, having recovered their wits, were about to escort the woman out.

“Please step out for a moment,” she said.

Everyone knew Li Fangge was a person of her word. Although the staff present were worried, they saw that the fan was like a delicate flower. She seemed as fragile and harmless as a “Princess and the Pea.” So, they put down their work and hesitantly left.

The studio door remained ajar, leaving only the two of them inside.

Having sung all night and being too weary to notice she was leaning against the vanity table, Li Fangge turned and picked up the bottle of water her assistant had given her but which she hadn’t yet drunk. She offered it to the woman before her. “Have some water?”

Her voice, though tired, was still exceptionally clear and pleasant, easily providing comfort to the listener.

It was evident that while the woman hadn’t struggled much to rush into the studio, she was now extremely nervous.

The woman, delicate yet undeniably pretty and charming, shook her head. Her pale face was etched with sorrow. “I’ll leave as soon as I’ve said my piece.”

Her voice, too, was filled with sorrow—a genuine sadness that only comes from deep, heartfelt concern for the other person.

“Since it’s a divine secret, aren’t you afraid of retribution for revealing—”

Li Fangge spoke casually, with a hint of playful mockery. She was tired and wanted to relax.

The woman before her gave her a feeling of déjà vu.

Although she looked as fragile as a hothouse flower, her handsome features possessed a unique, attractive quality.

Li Fangge always found herself glancing an extra time at such charming girls.

She wasn’t sure if the woman before her was one of her most passionate fans—

“I’m not afraid,” the delicate woman interrupted. Her slender arms were pressed tightly against her sides, her fists clenched into hard stones. “I want… I want to ask Sister Li to stop the rest of your concerts. Do not perform in any capacity before you turn thirty. Otherwise, otherwise—”

The woman’s face grew even paler.

Her body and voice began to tremble simultaneously.

She seemed too grief-stricken to continue revealing the so-called divine secret.

“Otherwise, what will happen?” Compared to the woman’s sorrow and agitation, Li Fangge was calm, as if asking about something completely unrelated to her.

“Please, Sister Li, don’t ask for the reason! You must listen to me!!”

The woman spoke with extraordinary force, as if afraid Li Fangge wouldn’t feel the weight of her words.

Li Fangge found it amusing, but out of respect for this serious-sounding woman, she suppressed her smile and spoke with equal seriousness: “Who are you?”

She called her “Sister Li,”

It was said very naturally.

This piqued Li Fangge’s curiosity.

Fans always called her “Gege.”

For this woman to call her “Sister Li” upon their first meeting seemed overly intimate.

Although such a form of address wasn’t unusual—there were few people in the world who didn’t know Li Fangge—this woman had rushed in so abruptly, was saying such strange things, and was calling her “Sister” in an unconventional way. Of course, she was curious.

The woman didn’t answer. Li Fangge continued, “I think you should know that my schedule was announced at the end of last year. Unless I have an accident and am incapacitated, canceling the concert is impossible.”

She spoke with determination and clarity, out of professionalism and her passion for her career.

The woman’s body suddenly shook more violently than before. She bit her lower lip, and the thin layer of tears in her bright eyes instantly thickened. After a long pause, she seemed to make up her mind. “I am a fortune teller. I am Sister Li’s… fan. I cast a hexagram for you a while ago. The reading showed, showed—”

She found herself unable to speak.

The fists pressed against her outer thighs looked painful just to look at.

Li Fangge felt an inexplicable pang of distress at her trembling and worried appearance. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe in fortune telling. And I won’t easily interrupt the concert—” because the concert wasn’t just about her.

Even if it were, she wouldn’t cancel a long-prepared concert for such an unsubstantiated reason.

“If Sister Li wants to live—” The woman’s right fist suddenly opened, and she fiercely pinched her own thigh. “Please believe me, stop the performances immediately! I have calculated the hexagram repeatedly, and the result is always the same. My readings have never been wrong.” …

After leaving Hong Kong, Li Fangge quickly forgot this small interlude.

Her subsequent concerts proceeded with incredible smoothness.

Not only were they sold out every night, but she was also highly praised by major domestic and international entertainment media along the way. A famously critical music critic even called her global tour the pinnacle of music in the last decade, predicting that no one would be able to break her record for a long time—

Li Fangge’s abundant energy and spectacular performances won over more and more fans. Several times, the live streams of her concerts completely overwhelmed the servers of the video platforms…

In London, due to the influx of too many local fans, Li Fangge had to temporarily add a few English songs to accommodate them.

The typically inexplicable internet trolls also completely disappeared from the web.

Returning to Shanghai for tonight’s concert, her twenty-ninth year had already turned the page.

Before the concert began, Li Fangge inexplicably thought of the fragile, gentle fortune teller who had rushed up to her after the fourth concert. She wondered if she was at the venue tonight?

In fact, during the intermissions of the previous concerts, she would unconsciously scan the nearby fans. The woman’s tear-filled eyes were hard to forget.

However, she had never seen her again.

Before taking the stage, she shook her head to dispel the wandering thoughts. The concert began, and she immediately immersed herself fully in the performance.

The moment she saw the large light, trailing sparks, crash down, the adorable face of the woman she had only met once, accompanied by the thought, Couldn’t that woman’s fortune-telling have been wrong for once, quickly flashed through Li Fangge’s mind. She knew she wouldn’t survive…

“Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!”

“Miss Heguo, Miss Heguo!”

“Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock!”

“Miss Heguo, Miss Heguo!”…

This woman! She wouldn’t even let me go in death after the concert didn’t end perfectly!

Li Fangge’s head ached from the exceptionally persistent knocking and the monotonous shouting of her manager.

She swore that if she hadn’t died, once she recovered, she would fire this insensitive woman who wouldn’t spare her even after she had been crushed by a stage light!

Why had her manager, who always called her Heguo, suddenly added the formal, goosebump-inducing title of “Miss” after her nickname?!

“Miss Heguo, Miss Heguo—”

Along with the knock, knock, knock at the door, the manager’s dry shouting penetrated the wooden door and reached Li Fangge’s ears again. She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt glued shut with superglue.

Her head also felt like something was pressing down hard on it. She felt that only a tiny flicker of consciousness remained alert in her entire body.

So, could this be considered an accident for the gentle woman’s fortune-telling?

Li Fangge ignored the continuous knock, knock, knock and her dwindling consciousness struggled to keep running. Since she could still hear the hateful, death-chasing voice of that annoying woman, it meant she hadn’t died!

“Miss Heguo, your fiancée is here again. Will you see her today? Please give me a definite answer, don’t make it difficult for us workers, okay!”

Fiancée?!—

Li Fangge hadn’t misheard. Her manager had distinctly said her fiancée was here again.

The audacity of that dead woman was growing! It was bad enough that she badgered her to sing day and night, but now she had inexplicably found her a fiancée!

Furious, Li Fangge used what little strength she had left, springing up into a sitting position with a carp leap.

When she opened her black, bright eyes, she couldn’t help but hiss, instinctively clutching her head with her right hand. The blow to her head must have been severe.

While massaging her head to relieve the headache, she slid off the bed and, with her slender, fair feet bare, walked toward the wooden door that was still bang-bang-banging.

Li Fangge didn’t want to wait another minute to fire this increasingly presumptuous manager.