Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Deciding to let go of his childhood sweetheart relationship was proving to be far more difficult than Fu Mingxiu had imagined.

It felt as though his love for Gu Yang was destined, originating from an unknown place within him. Regardless of her demeanor—gentle, kind, vicious, or hateful—his feelings remained steadfast.

His moral compass wasn’t particularly high; if Gu Yang committed wrongs, he was willing to assist her.

Instead of returning to the Luo family’s house tonight, Fu Mingxiu headed to a high-end nightclub in the capital—Earthly Club.

The club exuded luxury, with the sounds of revelry filling the air. People sang and danced until dawn.

As Fu Mingxiu entered, a singer on stage crooned a melancholic tune.

Recognizing him, the manager approached. “Young Master Fu, will you be using the same VIP room as last time?”

In the capital, there were many wealthy patrons from the capital frequenting this place.

However, few patrons frequented Earthly Club like Fu Mingxiu did, avoiding interaction with others.

Each time he visited, he seemed to carry a cloud of gloom. He’d reserve a private room and spend the night drowning his sorrows in drink.

The manager understood. A young master from a wealthy family like him undoubtedly had pressures to escape from.

Some sought solace in the company of beauties, while others simply drowned their troubles in alcohol until dawn.

Fu Mingxiu nodded, ordering his usual abundance of wine. He then settled into a seat in the club’s hall, listening to love songs as he drank alone.

The potent liquor slid down his throat, leaving a burning trail, while a chill settled into his bones.

Fu Mingxiu’s handsome yet dejected appearance caught the attention of others in the nightclub, prompting some to strike up conversations with him.

A seductive nightclub girl approached him with a glass of wine, flashing a smile. “Little brother, you seem troubled. Care for a drink and a heart-to-heart?”

Fu Mingxiu stared into his wine glass, his voice barely above a whisper. “The girl I like has a boyfriend.”

The nightclub girl was taken aback. “You’re so handsome, yet she doesn’t like you? If I were her, I wouldn’t want to see my brother so sad.”

Fu Mingxiu let out a bitter laugh. “Haha.”

He glanced up at the woman, eyes filled with mockery and contempt. “Are you even worthy of being compared to her? Get lost!”

Their conversation turned sour, leaving Fu Mingxiu feeling repulsed.

The nightclub girl, her expression shifting to anger, stormed off.

At Heaven on Earth Club, patrons could pay to have songs sung. Fu Mingxiu called the manager over and requested the sad love song be sung 20 times.

Fu Mingxiu remained lost in his emotions, steadily consuming more drinks.

As the song “Lovers’ Tears Turn into a River” repeated for the fifth or sixth time, annoyance bubbled up among the nightclub’s patrons.

“Why does he keep playing this depressing song?”

“Can’t they switch to something more lively? It’s getting on my nerves!”

The manager stepped in to explain, “It’s a customer’s request. It’s set to repeat in a loop.”

Someone incredulously asked, “How many times?”

The manager’s response left everyone speechless. “Twenty times.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Even if he’s heartbroken, he shouldn’t ruin everyone else’s night. He can mope in a corner by himself. Don’t ruin our fun!”

Curses and complaints echoed throughout the nightclub.

Unfortunately, they were left with no choice but to endure the love song playing twenty times over.

On the stage.

Yan Xi, who was singing “Lovers’ Tears Turn into a River”, looked at Fu Mingxiu in the corner bitterly.

She didn’t realize that while her lover’s tears flowed like a river, she was on the verge of crying her own river.

Twenty times!

Would she even have a voice left after this?

In truth, she wanted to refuse, but the other party had offered too much money.

Every moment of hesitation felt like a disrespect to the money.