Ming Zheng stepped off the stage.
From the audience, someone shouted.
"Ming Zhi Rou, the thief who stole the works of the Qin Yu Master, get off the stage!"
"The entire Ming family are thieves! You don't deserve to be on stage!"
One person shouted.
Immediately, others echoed.
The entire venue was filled with voices telling the Ming family to get off the stage.
The Ming family were like rats crossing the street, tails tucked, shamefully descending from the stage. kAnshu伍.ξà
Of course, Ming Zhi Rou could no longer stand.
She was carried down by Ming Chu Yan, who had rushed over later.
Because Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Wei Zhou were still deeply immersed in the shock that "Qin Yu Master is Ming Zheng" and could not recover.
They completely ignored Ming Zhi Rou.
So, wobbling, they descended the stage together and walked to their father.
Ming's mother was already weeping uncontrollably.
Ming's father's face was ashen. Looking at the disheveled, soul-bereft Ming Zhi Rou, his eyes were filled with coldness.
Just then, nearby dignitaries who had just attached themselves to them sneered, "I heard you kicked your own daughter out for this adopted daughter?"
"Tsk tsk, you rejected the world-renowned Qin Yu Master and insisted on doting on a thief."
"Mistaking a fish eye for a pearl, no wonder your Ming family has fallen to this state. Such vision… Hahaha!"
Saying this, a large group of people burst into laughter.
Ming's father's face grew uglier.
"Useless!"
He threw this sentence down.
Without even a second glance at Ming's mother and Ming Zhi Rou, he turned and left.
Ming's mother cried even harder.
Her face was also flushed red.
Both ashamed and indignant.
Ming Chu Yan's eyes were complex. He looked at his brothers, who were all in a daze beside him, and took a deep breath. "Let's leave here first."
Staying here would only make them a laughingstock.
They couldn't even imagine how the audience in the live stream would mock them now.
However, no one heard what he said.
The other brothers of the Ming family were all stunned, staring in the direction Ming Zheng had left, their eyes vacant.
Ming Chu Yan was somewhat annoyed.
He abruptly lifted his foot and kicked them lightly. "What's the use of staring? No matter how long you stare, she won't turn back!"
"Before, when her identity wasn't exposed, she never gave us a good look, let alone now!"
"Now that she's noble, with so many people seeking her out, will she still bother with us?"
The Ming brothers came back to their senses and looked up at him.
Ming Chu Yan said coldly, "Help Mom and let's go! Haven't we embarrassed ourselves enough?"
However, the other Ming brothers did not move.
"Sixth brother…"
Ming Huai Zhi's bewildered eyes slowly turned to Ming Chu Yan.
His voice was somewhat ethereal.
Filled with regret.
"But, the reason she treated us like that was because we… were too harsh on her before."
Ming Huai Zhi closed his eyes.
Then, he suddenly turned around, "I'm sorry, you guys go back first… I, I want to talk to Ming Zheng."
After speaking, he left without looking back, chasing in Ming Zheng's direction.
Ming Wei Zhou immediately wanted to follow.
But he was pulled back by Ming Xiu Jin.
Ming Xiu Jin shook his head, "Second brother… he seems to have a lot to say to Ming Zheng, let him go first."
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Backstage.
When Ming Zheng entered the backstage this time, the reaction she received was completely different from before.
Everyone looked at Ming Zheng with admiration, secretly watching her.
Yet no one dared to approach and disturb her.
Fu Zheng Nan walked on Ming Zheng's left. Looking at the gazes cast around him, he said, "Miss Ming Zheng, I apologize. I know you didn't want to reveal your identity, but…"
"It's okay, I know you did it for me." Since her identity was already exposed, she wouldn't dwell on the consequences.
It's just that from now on when she goes out.
There might be more trouble.
"Regarding the lawsuit against Ming Zhi Rou, I will arrange it properly today. At that time… will Miss Ming Zheng appear?" President Fu asked.
Ming Zheng shook her head, "You handle it. I also want to see how long the Ming family's love for Ming Zhi Rou will last when their interests are shaken."
The corners of her lips slowly curved into a wickedly unrestrained smile.
Just then.
"Ming Zheng! Wait!"
An urgent voice sounded rapidly from the backstage entrance.
Following that, a figure was seen rushing towards their direction.
It was the second young master of the Ming family, Ming Huai Zhi.
He, who had always tried to maintain his cool and handsome image in front of others, now appeared particularly dejected and helpless.
He had just fallen, and his white jacket still bore the marks of his dishevelment.
Limping, step by step, he walked towards Ming Zheng.
Like a lost child.
With eyes full of pleading for help, he stared intently at Ming Zheng.
Ming Zheng simply turned her head and looked at Ming Huai Zhi.
In those bright, dark starry eyes, there was no emotion.
As if she were looking at an insignificant stranger.
Unable to stir any ripple.
She then turned away, continuing to walk forward with Fu Zheng Nan.
That look made Ming Huai Zhi's heart sink little by little.
It was cold.
So cold that he trembled all over.
His own sister, upon seeing him, showed no trace of concern or tenderness in her eyes for his current dishevelment.
He could even discern her impatience in her gaze.
That was… impatience directed at him.
Ming Huai Zhi didn't know when their relationship with Ming Zheng had deteriorated.
No.
It seemed…
It had never been good.
Ever since Ming Zheng returned to the Ming family.
He had never made a special trip home to see Ming Zheng.
His attitude towards Ming Zheng had always been indifferent and impatient.
Even worried that it would make Rou'er unhappy.
He had even more intentionally and unintentionally distanced himself from Ming Zheng, as if she didn't exist.
It was he who had personally pushed his own sister further away.
He chased after her again.
When he called out to Ming Zheng again, his voice became hoarse, tinged with guilt and pleading, "Ming Zheng, I just want to say a few words to you…"
Ming Zheng paid no heed.
He continued to follow behind Ming Zheng, repeatedly calling out her name.
Annoyed, Ming Zheng stopped in her tracks and turned impatiently to look at Ming Huai Zhi, "There's nothing for me to say to you."
"I just want… I want to ask you a few questions. After you answer, I'll leave immediately!" Ming Huai Zhi's tone was full of entreaty.
Ming Zheng's eyebrows were cold and indifferent, her crimson lips lightly uttering a single word—
"Scram."
That icy word, like a sharp blade, pierced deeply into Ming Huai Zhi's heart.
Her disgust for him was unconcealed.
Ming Huai Zhi's heart ached dully.
The pain was such that even breathing caused his entire body to ache.
He looked at Ming Zheng's indifferent back.
His heart was unbearably pained.
"Thump—"
The sound of knees heavily hitting the ground echoed in the backstage space.
Ming Huai Zhi, towards Ming Zheng, heavily knelt down…