"Rou'er naturally understands music! Do you think Rou'er is like you, a wild girl raised in the countryside?"
Upon hearing Ming Zheng dare to question Ming Zhirou's musical talent, Ming Huaizhi immediately spoke to vindicate his beloved sister.
"Do you know how much hardship Rou'er endured since childhood to learn musical instruments? Do you know how renowned the teachers who instructed Rou'er in various instruments are internationally? Do you know how many music awards Rou'er has won since she was young?"
Ming Huaizhi bombarded Ming Zheng with a barrage of questions.
Then, with an arrogant and scornful demeanor, he sneered, "You know nothing, yet you dare to question Rou'er about music?"
He held Ming Zhirou's hand,
Interlocked fingers.
Then he pointed to the center of the stage, "In a moment, Rou'er will stand there, the focus of everyone's attention."
"And you, do you have the right to stand there?"
From the bottom of his heart, Ming Huaizhi looked down on his own sister.
He also intended to use Ming Zhirou to severely suppress Ming Zheng's dignity.
To make Ming Zheng understand the vast difference between herself and Ming Zhirou, and their position within the Ming family.
To make Ming Zheng obediently beg him to let her return to the Ming family.
"Do you know why Rou'er was invited to perform at the concert hosted by the president of the International Music Association?"
Ming Huaizhi sneered, "Because Rou'er's talent and artistry in music are evident to all. She was personally invited by the president of the International Music Association to perform."
"And she is about to become the chief disciple of Master Zheng Yu."
As he spoke, his gaze towards Ming Zheng became increasingly dismissive and mocking, "Rou'er, you imposter who claims to be Master Zheng Yu, cannot compare. Do you understand?"
Every word Ming Huaizhi uttered was laced with the tone of PUAsuccess, as if trying to make Ming Zheng realize how insignificant she was.
He completely failed to notice that Mo Qiyu, standing beside Ming Zheng, was looking at him with the expression of someone watching an idiot.
"Second Brother, I'm not as good as you say..." Ming Zhirou seemed to blush from the praise, playfully shaking Ming Huaizhi's arm.
Ming Zheng touched her chin, looking at the nonchalant Ming Huaizhi with a playful smirk, "Oh my, the chief disciple of Master Zheng Yu, how remarkable."
However, her tone did not sound envious at all.
Instead, it carried a hint of mockery.
Seeing her still obstinate, Ming Huaizhi's expression changed repeatedly.
She had impersonated Master Zheng Yu.
Could she possibly not know the international status of Master Zheng Yu?
What was the meaning of her mocking tone?
Did she think Master Zheng Yu looked down on his Rou'er?
As he was about to speak, Ming Zheng covered her mouth, a mocking smile curling her lips. Her gaze, however, passed over Ming Huaizhi and landed on Ming Zhirou.
"Everything Ming Huaizhi just boasted about should have belonged to me."
"It's you, the imposter who usurped my place, who has taken my identity and received those honors."
"If it weren't for me, would you have the right to be standing here?"
The smile on Ming Zheng's lips widened gradually.
Under the warm light,
It appeared exceptionally chilling and sinister, "So... you should be grateful to me, you know?"
Ming Zhirou's small face turned pale inch by inch.
Tears, as if unable to hold back, slid down from the corners of her eyes.
Ming Weizhou quickly stepped in front of Ming Zhirou.
Even though she was shielded by Ming Weizhou,
Ming Zhirou could still see Ming Zheng's sharp, piercing eyes.
They seemed to bore through her soul, as if discovering the deepest secrets hidden within her heart.
"What is not yours, ultimately will not be yours," Ming Zheng leaned back lazily in her chair, speaking in a casual tone. "Enjoy your performance, let me see what kind of wonderful performance you, who understands music, will bring."
Ming Zhirou's hand, which was holding Ming Huaizhi's arm, suddenly tightened.
Her body also became stiff.
Her eyes flickered incessantly, filled with endless panic.
She was pressed very close to Ming Huaizhi.
Ming Huaizhi could clearly feel Ming Zhirou's body stiffen. He thought she was hurt by Ming Zheng's words.
Immediately, his gaze towards Ming Zheng became even more indignant.
He was about to erupt.
But Ming Zhirou, filled with panic, was afraid Ming Zheng would reveal something that would expose her secret.
She quickly grabbed Ming Huaizhi's arm, "It's okay, Second Brother. Sister is right... it's my fault."
She glanced at Ming Zheng.
She wondered if Ming Zheng's earlier words, "What is not yours, ultimately will not be yours," referred to... her identity as a daughter of the Ming family.
Or... something else?
No!
She absolutely would not allow any mistakes to occur during today's performance.
As long as today passes...
After today.
Her status would soar.
Everything would be alright.
She would not let anything happen today.
Nor would anything be allowed to happen!
"Rou'er, you are not at fault, it's she..." Ming Huaizhi thought she was being considerate of Ming Zheng's feelings, still considering Ming Zheng as her sister and not wanting them to quarrel.
He felt even more heartbroken.
But Ming Zhirou, with tear-filled eyes, shook her head desperately at him.
Trying to pull him away.
He finally relented, indulging his beloved sister, and with a resentful snort towards Ming Zheng, he said, "You should be grateful that Rou'er is pleading for you!"
After saying that, he pulled Ming Zhirou and stood up to leave.
As the two of them stood up,
A spotlight suddenly clicked on, shining on both of them.
On stage, Xiao Qiaosi's voice rang out, "Please welcome the next performers, the much-anticipated popular top star, Mr. Ming Huaizhi, and... the original creator of 'Love,' Miss Ming Zhirou."
When Xiao Qiaosi said "the original creator of 'Love'," he seemed to deliberately emphasize those words.
All eyes turned towards them in unison.
The cameras also zoomed in.
Ming Huaizhi and Ming Zhirou's faces were still immersed in the emotions of being infuriated by Ming Zheng just moments ago.
Ming Huaizhi's face was gloomy, his eyes sharp and sinister, exuding a chilling ferocity.
And Ming Zhirou's face was filled with panic, as if she had done something shameful, her gaze towards Ming Zheng also filled with hatred.
As the cameras swept over them,
Their contorted expressions were fully exposed to the lens.
Ming Huaizhi and Ming Zhirou were stunned for a moment.
They quickly adjusted the expressions on their faces.
Although it was only a brief two seconds before they adjusted their expressions,
The expressions of the two were captured by many viewers watching the live stream and saved as screenshots.
Ming Huaizhi and Ming Zhirou were dumbfounded.
According to the schedule, their performance was the finale.
There was no way they should be performing second!
What was the Music Association thinking with their arrangements?
Did they change the schedule without informing them in advance?
Little did they know that the comments section of the live stream was already a mad rush of scrolling messages.