Ming Zhi Rou's sweet, lotus-like face showed a complex and conflicted expression.
She stood up, her beautiful eyes, stained with tears, looking at the two people on stage with grievance and pity.
Then, she covered her face and began to sob.
She portrayed the hesitation and conflict, yet her reluctance to hurt her fourth brother, with utmost vividness.
Ming Huai Zhi walked directly off the stage.
He then pulled Ming Zhi Rou back onto the stage.
His expression was stern, and he declared loudly, "This performance was always meant to be Zhi Rou's stage. The one who should step down, the one who should yield, is you."
His gaze shifted to the camera directly in front of him. "Aren't you just taking advantage of Zhi Rou's kind heart, her unwillingness to hurt you, her brother, to harm her in this way?"
Ming Wei Zhou's face turned ashen. He wanted to explain something to Ming Zhi Rou.
But Ming Zhi Rou just kept crying.
Then the three of them went back and forth on stage, chattering endlessly.
The audience erupted in a clamor.
The live stream's bullet comments were also scrolling wildly.
Everyone held various opinions on this farce.
Listening to the murmurs of the crowd.
Mo Qi Yu couldn't help but laugh. He leaned closer to Ming Zheng. "I never imagined the Ming family would turn on each other. This show is truly spectacular! I'm so glad I dragged you here today. This is too exciting!"
Ming Zheng's lips, tinted with a vibrant red lipstick, curved into a captivating smile.
A hint of malice flickered in her eyes.
She looked like a little devil.
Mo Qi Yu seemed to grasp something, his eyes widening suddenly. He pointed at Ming Zheng and asked, "Baby, could it be... this is your doing..."
He then gestured towards the stage.
Ming Zheng offered a lazy, contented smile and casually nodded.
Yes.
This farce was orchestrated by her.
She was well aware of the inherent flaws within the Ming family.
Despite their usual doting obedience towards Ming Zhi Rou.
As soon as their own interests were involved, they would prioritize themselves without hesitation.
Take Ming Wei Zhou, for example.
She had heard from Fu Zheng Nan that Ming Wei Zhou's idol was Zheng Yu. Ming Wei Zhou had always seen Zheng Yu as the guiding light he pursued.
Fu Zheng Nan initially didn't know about her relationship with Ming Wei Zhou.
So, when he learned that Ming Zheng might be attending the concert, he had specifically encouraged Ming Wei Zhou to do his best at the concert.
Ming Wei Zhou's entire focus was on catching Zheng Yu's eye.
Naturally, he would never miss such an opportunity.
Fu Zheng Nan's presence next to Ming Zhi Rou was also deliberately arranged by Ming Zheng.
It was meant to provoke Ming Zhi Rou.
Ming Zhi Rou had placed all her hopes on this performance.
She wanted to establish her reputation as a talented musician with this song. She was also full of confidence, believing she would surely become Zheng Yu's disciple today, thus climbing even higher.
Therefore, upon learning that her opportunity had been snatched by Ming Wei Zhou, she felt there was no hope left.
How could Ming Zhi Rou be willing to accept this?
With her "if I can't have it, I'll destroy it" personality, how could she let Ming Wei Zhou complete his performance flawlessly?
This farce was inevitable.
Mo Qi Yu looked at Ming Zheng with eyes sparkling with admiration.
This was the domineering CEO image he had always dreamed of!
Masterminding everything from within the shadows!
Simply too cool!
Ming Zheng smiled. "If they were willing to sacrifice for each other, they wouldn't have become a laughingstock, would they?"
If they were truly a loving family.
Then her plan would not have succeeded.
Alas...
They had still fallen into this trap.
And, most importantly...
Hadn't they noticed that after Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Zhi Rou rushed onto the stage, no one had stepped in to stop them?
This was a concert venue.
A live broadcast.
If anyone else had caused such a broadcast incident, Chairman Fu would have immediately intervened to stop the disruption.
On stage.
Ming Zhi Rou appeared reluctant to harm her fourth brother, but her second brother's support and his passionate words about pursuing dreams kept her going.
After going back and forth for over ten minutes.
Ming Zhi Rou finally wiped away her tears with choked sobs and looked at Ming Wei Zhou with red, yet determined eyes.
She said, "Fourth brother, second brother is right. I have my dreams too, and I have responsibilities I must bear… I cannot give this opportunity to you, fourth brother…"
As she spoke, she walked over to Ming Huai Zhi, taking his hand, and they headed towards the center of the stage.
There stood the piano previously used by Xiao Qiao Si.
Ming Zhi Rou stood beside the piano and looked up.
The tears on her face had been wiped away, her lashes were still damp, her eyes slightly red, but a determined light shone within them.
Her crying had made her already pitifully sweet face even more endearing, yet incredibly strong.
"I started playing the piano at the age of seven. I love music, so I continued to learn many, many different instruments afterwards."
"My life, besides diligently improving my martial artist level, has been dedicated to researching music, accumulating experience, and constant practice."
"My love for music is such that I would give my life for it."
"Today, this performance is dedicated to my most respected and admired senior – Master Zheng Yu."
"If Master Zheng Yu is present today, I hope to receive her personal guidance after the performance."
Her voice was soft yet powerfully resonant.
Every word was filled with her passion for music and her reverence for Master Zheng Yu.
Ming Wei Zhou, holding his violin and pushed aside by Ming Huai Zhi, looked at Ming Zhi Rou with shock and disbelief.
Only now did he understand…
Ming Zhi Rou, like him, stood on this stage with the goal of becoming Master Zheng Yu's disciple.
Ming Zhi Rou clearly knew that his dream was Master Zheng Yu, that his guiding light was Master Zheng Yu.
Yet, Ming Zhi Rou had never mentioned it from beginning to end.
This was because the reason Master Zheng Yu had come to Xia Guo was to select "one" disciple.
Because it was "one,"
They were in competition.
Therefore, Ming Zhi Rou had concealed her ambition.
Ming Wei Zhou's face gradually paled, and his gaze towards Ming Zhi Rou became filled with complexity and disappointment.
He felt indignant.
He was disqualified from the performance by the chairman because of Ming Zhi Rou.
And now, Ming Zhi Rou had become his competitor.
This…
Was a profound irony.
However, when he met Ming Zhi Rou's pleading and hopeful eyes, the glistening moisture within them caused his heart to ache slightly.
He looked at Ming Zhi Rou with a deep gaze.
After a few seconds.
He finally withdrew his gaze.
He turned, walked off the stage, and left the venue.
Ming Zhi Rou, standing by the piano, quickly shifted her gaze away from Ming Wei Zhou.
The spotlight shone upon her.
She slowly lifted the hem of her skirt towards the audience, curtsied, and apologized.