Ever since his friend joined the International Music Association and became a disciple of its president, Fu Zhengnan, he had become insufferably arrogant. He would flaunt his status incessantly on social media, greatly irritating Mo Qiyu.
When Mo Qiyu delivered an invitation to him, his friend had said a few words.
"Don't say I'm not a good friend. My master mentioned that the legend of the music world—Master Zheng Yu—might visit tonight!"
"If my performance can move Master Zheng Yu, my standing in the music industry... will only grow higher."
"By then, my brother, I'll be someone you look up to!"
—Look up to my foot!
How could Mo Qiyu endure such humiliation?
Speaking of Master Zheng Yu, Mo Qiyu suddenly remembered. Hadn't his baby, on a whim, adopted the name Zheng Yu for a musical persona while messing around?
Heh heh heh!
The legend his friend worshipped so fervently was his baby!
If this arrogance wasn't put in its place, how could he stand it?
Thus, Mo Qiyu decisively called Ming Zheng.
Due to her second uncle and the elder, Chi Xian was still dealing with matters within the Chi family.
As for her third senior brother, though he lived in her apartment, he was mostly elusive. He would disappear without a trace and reappear just as suddenly.
Therefore, after Mo Qiyu relentlessly pestered her, Ming Zheng agreed.
However, it wasn't until they arrived at the venue that Ming Zheng realized Mo Qiyu had badgered her to come not to watch a show, but to back him up.
Ming Zheng turned to leave immediately. Mo Qiyu was practically begging.
Ming Zheng: "..."
Taking on such a childish junior was her own doing!
Pulled and dragged by Mo Qiyu, Ming Zheng was led from a corner directly towards the backstage of the theater.
The backstage was vast, filled with countless noble and elegant musicians coming and going, exuding an artistic atmosphere.
Mo Qiyu's eyes darted around, searching for his friend, hoping to reveal his identity to his friend and brag.
But after searching for a long time, he couldn't find him.
Mo Qiyu found it a little strange. "Didn't he just arrive? Where is he?"
"He's probably gone to find President Fu. Generally, musicians like my friend, upon arriving at a performance venue, will immediately greet their master if their master is present."
Mo Qiyu quickly pulled Ming Zheng and looked for Fu Zhengnan's lounge. As the president of the International Music Association, his lounge would surely be the largest and most luxurious.
However, they didn't find President Fu. Instead, they saw someone else.
The man was just emerging from a lounge. He wore a dark tuxedo, a white shirt, and a rose-red bow tie, which highlighted his refined and handsome face, making his skin appear cold and fair. With long legs, a narrow waist, and a handsome countenance, he exuded an air of scholarly nobility, like a distinguished prince.
The moment his gaze met theirs—Ming Zheng and Mo Qiyu—the man's refined eyebrows furrowed. His eyes fell on Ming Zheng, and he spoke with displeasure, "Ming Zheng, why are you here?"
Ming Zheng naturally recognized the person before her. It was the fourth young master of the Ming family, Ming Weizhou. He was a member of the International Music Association and renowned internationally.
But Mo Qiyu didn't care who he was. He immediately stepped in front of Ming Zheng, adopting the cool, domineering stance of a CEO. "Baby and I are here, what business is it of yours?"
Ming Weizhou's gaze swept over Mo Qiyu, then landed on Ming Zheng standing behind him. "Have you followed me all the way here to pester me?" His eyes showed even greater disgust. "Scram, this is no place for you."
"Who are you telling to scram?" Mo Qiyu's expression also turned cold, his eyes dark and menacing. "Who do you think you are?"
"I'm telling you both to scram!" Ming Weizhou was unapologetic. He raised his hand to summon security, "Throw these two irrelevant people out of the Starlight Grand Theater!" As he spoke, he sneered at Mo Qiyu with his condescending demeanor, "You don't need to worry about who I am, but... no matter who I am, if I tell you to scram here, you will scram!"
Ming Weizhou was a favored disciple of the International Music Association and a musician greatly appreciated by President Fu. His status here was pivotal. The security guards would certainly not allow this esteemed individual to be offended. They, of course, chose to escort these two irrelevant people out!
As the security guards approached, Ming Zheng, standing behind Mo Qiyu, spoke with a light, casual tone, "Is that so? Young Master Ming the Fourth certainly has a big mouth."
This attitude made Ming Weizhou frown. His gaze towards Ming Zheng grew increasingly displeased. What did she mean by this? Had she found out he was backstage, so she came to pester him? Did she want him to acknowledge her as his sister? And now she dared to speak to him with such an attitude and tone? Truly an ill-bred wild girl. There was a reason no one in the Ming family liked her.
"Ming Zheng, I have no patience for you. You'd best stop while you're ahead, don't try to disrupt our performance today." He spoke coldly, his eyes on Ming Zheng devoid of any emotion, chilling one to the bone.
Ming Zheng was somewhat speechless. Why were people from the Ming family so self-important? And so thick-skinned?
Ming Zheng's dark pupils were like cold stars in the midnight sky, adorned with a faint, cold glimmer. She met Ming Weizhou's eyes directly, a mocking, cold curve gracing her crimson lips. "Ming Weizhou, I, too, have very little patience." Her smile deepened. "If you insist on being a stumbling block, I can not only make you roll out of the Starlight Grand Theater, but I can also make you roll out of the International Music Association..."
The girl's voice was enchanting, her tone like a siren's call. While it didn't betray much emotional fluctuation, it inexplicably… commanded belief from those around. Especially Ming Weizhou.
The moment Ming Zheng's gaze met his, he felt as if an icy venomous snake had coiled around his throat, constricting it, threatening to suffocate him. The feeling of having the very air stripped away sent a shiver down his spine.
"You!" Ming Weizhou's face turned from pale to ashen, with a hint of barely perceptible shame and anger. He, of all people, was intimidated by Ming Zheng, a wild girl from some backward village? As expected, this wretched girl was just as Jianrou described her—annoying, disgusting! Who did she think she was? Daring to spout such nonsense in front of him? And ordering him out of the grand theater? And out of the International Music Association? Ha. Did she really think that because she managed to hook up with a congenital expert at a nightclub last night, she could do whatever she pleased? Ming Weizhou let out a disdainful scoff, his gaze towards Ming Zheng becoming even more contemptuous.
He was about to speak when the door to the lounge behind him opened again. "Why is it so noisy? What are you all arguing about?"