Transmigrated as the Top-Tier Alpha's Secretly Married Ex-Wife - Chapter 54

Chapter 54

After the costume photos were taken, Su Tuantuan went to the stadium to watch the concert.

Wearing sunglasses, a long-sleeved sun-protective top that covered her head, and concealing even the lower half of her face, no one noticed her. As she sat down, a “Light” fan carrying a light board sat down next to her.

“Sister, it’s so hard to get a ticket in this section! Didn’t you bring any cheering gear?”

The fan asked. Su Tuantuan lowered her voice and, since the concert hadn’t started yet, leaned down. “Yes, I came in too much of a hurry.”

The young woman, as if by magic, pulled out a light board from behind her. “Here! I brought two to switch between! And a wristband sticker! Take it all!”

She was happy to share, but Su Tuantuan couldn’t handle the enthusiasm. “No, thanks, this one is enough.”

“Oh, come on, that’s not enough! We’re all Goddess Mo’s wives; don’t be so polite!”

The fan looked “I am generous.” Su Tuantuan coughed a few times. “Well, I’m not her wife.”

“Huh?”

The fan didn’t quite hear her. Su Tuantuan adjusted her sunglasses, preventing the fan from seeing her face. “I’m her ex-wife.”

“Hahaha, got it, got it. You defected but still have lingering feelings! That’s great, no one else is fighting me for Mo Xian!”

The fan was very open-minded and quickly started chatting enthusiastically with others. Soon, the concert began.

Su Tuantuan quietly swapped her sunglasses for black-rimmed glasses, which also helped to cover her face. To conceal her identity, she even wore a wig with thick bangs, just to avoid being recognized.

When she saw Mo Xian appear on stage, her expression stirred.

It had been a long time since she had seen her.

For all these months, she hadn’t looked for Mo Xian, and Mo Xian hadn’t looked for her.

They didn’t even interact on social media, yet Su Tuantuan was secretly keeping track of everything about her.

When Mo Xian appeared in her stage outfit, the audience roared with screams. The fan next to her went crazy. Mo Xian completed the opening dance beautifully and gracefully. The stage lights gradually shifted, and the venue dimmed.

“Thank you all for coming to my concert. Below, I will be performing the title track from my new album. I hope you all have fun tonight.”

The sound waves in the venue surged higher and higher.

Mo Xian walked slowly to the center of the stage, sat down at the piano, and, once ready, snapped her fingers and began to sing.

Her voice was deep, carrying a slight rasp. The moment she opened her mouth, the venue quieted, giving everyone goosebumps.

“When I said goodbye then, you took it as an actor’s method acting, even performing the heartbreak and farewell with twelve minutes of contemplation…”

Su Tuantuan hadn’t heard this song before. When Mo Xian’s new album came out, she bought two hundred copies and sent them to her apartment, but hadn’t had time to open them.

The electronic version of the new album was also online.

She bought it but hadn’t listened to it.

Perhaps she wanted to convince herself to listen to it live once.

She held the light board on her lap. Some people in the audience sang along, but Mo Xian’s voice clearly echoed throughout the entire venue.

“An unofficial girlfriend, I don’t dare greet you one time too many, afraid of losing control, afraid of bothering you, afraid that if you turn around, we won’t have a tomorrow—”

“An unofficial girlfriend, is my place lower? Is it ambiguity, is it friends entangled, is it someone who’s absent and doesn’t dare cross the line…”

Mo Xian on stage closed her eyes, playing the piano and singing. Her eye makeup was sparkling. On the big screen, a silver light seemed to flash at the corner of her eye. Star earrings dangled from her earlobes, forming a beautiful diagonal line with her jaw.

Mo Xian on stage was enveloped in light.

She was a beautiful sight Su Tuantuan had constructed in her own world, a sight she was willing to surrender to forever after.

A concert required immense stamina. Mo Xian had meticulously choreographed every dance. In addition to her old songs, several tracks from her new album were also selected.

There were about ten minutes left before the concert was scheduled to end.

The passionate atmosphere was suddenly subdued by Mo Xian. She stood in the center of the stage, holding the microphone, having changed into formal wear.

A white tailcoat. Her short, wolf-cut hair was lightly tied up. Fans screamed excitedly. Mo Xian smiled and then said, “This might be the last concert I hold…”

The moment the words left her mouth, the fans in the audience burst into an uproar, nearly losing control.

Mo Xian paused and continued, “For the past two or three years, I’ve been thinking about how long I can stay on this stage. I’m already great, aren’t I? I could keep performing on this stage forever.”

“Mo Xian!”

The fans shouted, “You are the best!”

“You can keep performing!”

Su Tuantuan froze. She seemed to know what Mo Xian was about to do.

Mo Xian smiled. “But I don’t want to anymore. This stage is my passion, but the high-intensity schedule has made me want to temporarily stop. I think, if I have new songs in the future, I’ll still release them, and you can still listen to them.”

Fans burst into tears, completely surprised that Mo Xian’s concert was meant to be a farewell.

“I’m just no longer going to be active on the stage. Your Goddess Mo has been active for long enough. She wants to rest now.”

Mo Xian bowed deeply to the audience. “In short, I hope you understand and approve.”

Some fans immediately shouted no.

The fan next to Su Tuantuan had already dissolved into sobs, but she was relatively rational. Between tears, she mumbled, “At least she’s not retiring; otherwise, I would literally cry myself to death, boohoohoo…”

“The pressure was too great, she couldn’t handle it. If she wants to stop temporarily, let her stop temporarily. Health is the most important thing…”

A mix of discussion and weeping arose, followed by the fans’ desperate shout, “We love you—”

Finally, the entire venue was filled with their declarations of love for her.

Mo Xian bowed deeply in thanks, then picked up the microphone, a smile on her face, but tears in her eyes. “The last two songs, let’s sing them together. These are the most precious memories we share.”

If this were the real world, the fans would probably be devastated.

But the “Lights” were different.

They had enjoyed too many of her brilliant performances.

They had shared too many wonderful moments with her.

They respected every decision she made, no matter how much it hurt to let go.

Because they knew this wasn’t a final farewell.

Because their love had never disappeared.

After Mo Xian’s farewell concert ended, Sun Qiushuang posted several exclamation points on Weibo.

Then she rushed to find Su Tuantuan.

Sun Qiushuang: “It’s such a shame you didn’t go to the concert today! Mo Xian is suspending her stage performances! Who knows when we’ll see her on stage next!!!”

Sun Qiushuang: “My eyes are seriously swollen from crying. Even though I know it’s her decision, I still hate to see her go. In this industry, whose stage presence is better than hers?”

Sun Qiushuang: “Boohoohoo, come out and say something.”

Su Tuantuan didn’t know what to say.

She opened Mo Xian’s WeChat, hesitated for a long time, and then felt she was overthinking it.

Su Tuantuan: “Is suspending your stage performances because of me?”

If it was because of her, she would feel utterly wicked.

She had once said that she didn’t want Mo Xian to be unable to handle those fans.

So, was she suspending her stage performances and bidding farewell to her fans for her sake?

Mo Xian quickly replied: “No.”

Mo Xian: “Don’t overthink it.”

Su Tuantuan stared at the words, then saw a paragraph of text from Mo Xian.

Mo Xian: “I’ve actually been considering this for two or three years. Although I’m still young, the Wu Ziqi incident made me more determined. Someone always has to step down from this stage, and someone always needs to step up. If I hog the stage, I’m taking away opportunities and slices of the pie from many others. I’m already satisfied that I can stop now, at the right moment.”

Mo Xian knew what she wanted better than anyone.

She selfishly thought that if she wasn’t an idol, dating would be less restrictive.

But the main reason was for herself.

Stepping back while at the peak was because she knew that extremes lead to their opposite; no matter how glorious and popular she was, the day would come when the crowds dispersed and the fervor faded.

Instead of waiting for that solitude to knock on her door, it was better to let go now.

The world was vast. She could go to more places and pursue more dreams.

She was already on the path of constant self-exploration in life.

Su Tuantuan didn’t reply. She didn’t know how to reply.

Just like Mo Xian’s song, “Unofficial Girlfriend,” she knew that anything she said now would be awkward.

She didn’t have the standing.

She didn’t have the right.

Su Tuantuan turned off her phone, ready to study the script for Jiang Nan.

Mo Xian’s decision to suspend her stage performances caused a stir online, but with the company’s reassurance, fans quickly accepted the situation.

Suspending performances wasn’t a matter of life or death.

People live for a long time; there would always be a chance to meet again.

They weren’t the kind of dangerously obsessed fans who wanted to control every aspect of the artist’s life.

They respected Mo Xian.

As long as Mo Xian didn’t do anything that angered the public or crossed their bottom line, they would never leave her.

Su Tuantuan was filming for Jiang Nan, with fighting scenes almost every day. This wasn’t difficult for her; her body just had to suffer a little.

During a break, she applied pain relief patches and scrolled through her phone, watching an interview with Mo Xian.

It was an exclusive interview invited by an entertainment company after she announced the suspension of her stage performances.

A lot of random questions were asked.

The reporter asked gossipy, “So, Goddess Mo chose to suspend her stage performances. Have you considered taking this time to date?”

Mo Xian raised an eyebrow. “If there’s a suitable person, I’ll date, whether now or in the future. It’s always been that way.”

The reporter gasped, “Then may I ask what kind of pheromones you prefer, Goddess Mo? Can you describe them specifically? Just in case someone happens to be…”

The reporter’s eyes were shining with excitement. Mo Xian smiled faintly. “I haven’t encountered any that interest me yet. If I do, I will share it with everyone.”

Her mouth was harder to pry open than a clam shell.

The reporter gave up, saying helplessly, “It seems Goddess Mo is as cautious as ever! She won’t even easily reveal her preferences. Sisters, you need to hurry up!”

Mo Xian laughed. “Next question.”

She didn’t intend to continue the topic.

The reporter immediately changed direction, asking about her future plans.

After watching the interview, the director called for Su Tuantuan. She answered, put down her phone, and jogged over. The director asked the martial arts choreographer to review the upcoming fight sequence with her. Su Tuantuan agreed and was thrown around a few times, but her mood was inexplicably cheerful.

I’ll just walk my own path.

After all, we will meet again eventually.