Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

With a Soaring Angel taking the lead, the sports cars drove one by one toward the center of the stadium. Sheng Wenshi did a quick count and was almost speechless. “Oh my god. Th… th… there must be at least 40 sports cars here. Just the cars add up to almost 30 million yuan!”

The bearded man sighed. “A prodigal! He is indeed a prodigal! This Hong Dali spent so much just to create this entrance. I’ve got to hand it to him.”

With all the commotion on stage, along with 40 sports cars, the crowd started to cheer while swinging their light sticks, lighting up the dark night sky.

It wasn’t that these people had not seen sports cards. This was just their first time seeing so many sports cars at once. Especially the Soaring Angels leading the fleet. That cost more than four million yuan. A normal person might not even have the chance to see a real Soaring Angel once in their life, not to mention two at once. How could the crowd not go crazy?

In an instant, the audience grew even more curious about the identity of the singer. Where had she come from?

Little could they know that this extravagant lineup had been specially arranged by Hong Dali just so he could squander.

The two Soaring Angels started to drive around the stage along with the fleet of 40 sports cars. After going around the stage twice, the Soaring Angels started driving up the slope behind the stage. All 40 sports cars started to drive up the different slopes at different angles. Some slopes were elevated at 10 degrees, some 20, some 30. Those cars with low bumpers drove up the steel plates on the stage. The cranes started to lift these cars into the air.

Sheng Wenshi was dumbfounded. “Wh-what is this situation?” The bearded man was stunned. There was silence in the concert venue. Everyone was trying to understand the situation and the intent of the organizer.

Soon after, the crowd went crazy.

The headlights of the Soaring Angels suddenly switched on, followed by the headlights of the Prayer Angels. All the other sports cars’ high-beam headlights and fog lights were switched on too…

All the lights shone on a single spot—on Li Nianwei, the singer standing in the middle of the stage.

Li Nianwei was wearing a simple red and white striped short-sleeved top. Its collar and sleeves were black. The workmanship was extremely fine, making her look petite. The round collar revealed her beautiful collarbone. Light-blue shorts lay above her fair and slender thighs. Her black low-cut boots were simple and elegant. The thin red bangles on her left hand shone with the reflection of the headlights.

Her face was a classical oval shape, only slightly bigger than a man’s palm. She looked so perfect—it was as though she had walked out from a manga. Different from the big eyes that a typical beautiful woman had, her eyes were big, bright, and shiny. There was also a tinge of sadness in her eyes. It was like she was pouring her heart out. Her nose was tall and straight, and her thin, soft cherry lips looked intoxicating in ruby red. Two silver rings hung from her fair earlobes. Her long black hair flowed like a waterfall, falling onto her slender shoulders.

She was a beauty indeed. No one would think otherwise.

The stage was truly luxurious and beautifully decorated. The light behind her was so dazzling and shocking to the crowd that they were all dumbfounded and speechless.

“Oh my god…” Sheng Wenshi almost drowned in his own saliva. “Such a shocking opening to the concert. How did the prodigal come up with this? To use the headlines of cars worth 30 million yuan to provide lighting for the stage?!”

The bearded man muttered. “It’s the superprodigal! I was darn right to come today. One might not even have the chance to encounter such a scene once in their life! To use the headlights of more than 40 luxury cars as stage lighting, can I point my middle finger at God? Heck, is he even in the same world as me!?” He couldn’t help but curse even though he usually liked to put up a front.

We all belong to the same world. How is the gap between our worlds so vast?

After the brief shock, his whole body felt weak. “I’m really impressed. This superprodigal… I’m impressed… I never knew such art could emerge from squandering. I must be looking at it from the wrong angle. I must be!”

Li Nianwei had not yet started to sing, but the crowd was nearly out of control.

The perfect lineup, out-of-the-world extravagance, and an extremely beautiful lady. Everything seemed like it was proving to the crowd that they had made the right choice in attending this concert. This concert would definitely be a topic worth talking about for a lifetime.

At this moment, the audience had gone completely bonkers without even hearing Li Nianwei sing. They might not know her name yet, but they knew this beautiful lady who had emerged from such a beautiful scene would definitely make a name for herself in the entertainment industry. In the whole world, only she would be worthy enough to stand at the peak.

Goddess! She’s a goddess!

This thought flashed through everyone’s mind.

“Engrave, between each eyebrow, upon the heart. Between every stroke, filled with ruminating thoughts. Soaked, the color of ink flows. Thousand CharactersClassic 1 , have all turned yellow…”

Hong Dali had specifically visited Caiwei Entertainment to write this song, “Rolling up the Beaded Curtain,” for Li Nianwei as the opening song. The song was pleasing to the ear. The melody was euphemistic and lingering, glamorous without being kitsch, and intoxicatingly charming. The song reverberated within the stadium. It was as though the stars had lost their glimmer, and all that was left was Li Nianwei’s voice. There was only one word to describe her voice: heavenly.

Sheng Wenshi and his companions were completely mesmerized. The melody lingered in their minds.

The bearded man was carefully evaluating the lyrics in his mind. Engrave, between each eyebrow, upon the heart—the main character is a beautiful lady, and she is drawing her lover. In the olden days, people referred “mustache and brows” to men. There is also the saying about “A man’s brow and a woman’s skin”—whether a man is good looking depends on the aura between the brows. The lover of the main character should be quite good looking. She misses her lover with every line she draws that makes up the brow.

“Between every stroke, filled with ruminating thoughts”—she thinks back on their beautiful memories from when they were together.

“Soaked, the color of ink flows. Thousand Characters Classic have all turned yellow…”—the people of the olden days used ink for drawing. This lady should be a talented person in all aspects—music, wit, intelligence, and art. The drawing she drew of her lover out of yearning fully depicts her lover’s charisma and good looks. Her longing for her lover is all over the drawing. Even the longing wrote inThousand Characters Classic —by thousands and tens of thousands of famous poets—cannot be compared to her drawing.

“Good song. Good tune. Good lyrics. Good singer!”