So cool! The daughter of a rich man returns to run wild in the rich family

The melodious ending of the violin fell.

The conductor sitting next to Carls suddenly clapped his lights without any warning.

Carls was still thinking about whether he should expose the girl on the stage for plagiarism, so he slightly changed the music played by the master of string music, changing the instrument from flute to violin.

This is so disrespectful to the master of string music.

But before he could think of what to say, his good teammate who was a conductor clapped his hands.

Karls: ...

The conductor felt the cold air beside him. Mumu turned around and saw Carls' face full of anger.

"What, what's wrong?"

The conductor was innocent. He did receive some hints before the game started, but that was not the only reason for him to clap.

The girl on the stage is perfect both in composition and performance.

The overall presentation effect is exactly the same as that of the flute-playing boy who just shocked the audience.

So he took a photo of the lights, no problem.

But Karls seemed very angry and looked at him as if he were a fool.

Hearing the conductor's confusing question, Carls fell silent.

He gritted his teeth and turned his head away from the conductor. He would never clap his hands anyway.

Not only did he not clap the lights, he also wanted to expose the plagiarist.

Carls looked back timidly at the audience. Where was his master of string listening?

Did he hear this song?

Is he angry?

Carls thought that if Tingxian was there, he would definitely be angry if he heard that the song he created a long time ago and was still incomplete was plagiarized.

If that were the case, he would definitely be able to find an angry string master among the audience.

From the grand and turbulent music composed by Tingxian, Carls always thought that Tingxian might be a middle-aged man in his thirties or even forties, so his search was also focused on this type of person.

Xie Jinghong was sitting in the back row, and remained calm when Carls's eyes swept over him.

As expected, Karls's gaze did not linger. The people in their area were mostly young people, and were basically beyond Karls's range of identification.

After Carls turned away in disappointment, Xie Jinghong curled up his lips into a smug smile.

A voice in my heart said proudly: You can’t find me, you can’t find me...

Xie Chenghuan on the stage had finished her performance. She put away her violin, smiled brightly, and looked at Lu Wenyin in the audience with tears in her eyes, as if her eyes could speak.

Lu Wenyin didn't look up, but looked down at the list of participants in her hand.

"Okay, thank you for this contestant's performance. You've received applause from three mentors. Now, let's invite..."

Seeing Xie Chenghuan standing on the stage and refusing to leave, the host had no choice but to pick up the microphone to remind him and announce the next contestant.

"Wait a moment!"

Before the host could finish his words, Xie Chenghuan suddenly interrupted him.

The audience was in an uproar.

Why is this contestant different from the others? Not only did he give a long monologue before the performance, but what else is he supposed to do now?

Those who understood music at the scene all thought that her music was very good and touching, and that she expressed the emotion of wanting to express herself but not being able to express herself very well.

So everyone was patient and wanted to hear what she was going to say next.

"Excuse me, contestant, do you have anything else to do for me?"

The host felt that his professionalism was greatly challenged today. He didn't want any uncontrollable accidents to happen in such an important game.

This will be a stain on his hosting career.

However, this contestant frequently disrupted the order of the competition, yet acted so calm and composed, as if this competition was held for her.

In order to control the situation, he asked reluctantly.

Xie Chenghuan didn't look at the host, but looked at Lu Wenyin with her tearful eyes and said:

"Mom, can I ask why you didn't light up for me?"

These words pushed Lu Wenyin, who didn't want to show up, to the forefront.

"Mother?"

Many people at the scene were surprised and puzzled. They turned their eyes to the judges' panel, where there was only one lady, Lu Wenyin.

"Is the girl on the stage the daughter of that female judge?"

"You probably don't know this, right? The one on the stage is Xie Chenghuan, and the one below is the wife of the wealthy Xie family in North City. She's the principal cellist of the North City Orchestra and also Xie Chenghuan's adoptive mother for twenty years."

"Ah, so that's it. Could it be the Xie family that caused such a stir a while ago about the real and fake daughter? Is this the fake daughter raised in the Xie family?"

"Yep!"

Everyone shared the information and quickly sorted out the relationship.

Lu Wenyin didn't want to talk. Her not clapping was her notarization as a judge, and not directly exposing her for plagiarism was the last bit of mercy for her.

The host had no choice but to come forward and advise:

"Contestant, not all judges have to clap, even if your mother is sitting in the audience."

Xie Chenghuan didn't listen at all.

Currently, the only people with three votes on the field are her and the flute-playing boy.

It is understandable that Carls, the leader of the Royal Orchestra, did not take photos, but Lu Wenyin is the mother she has called for twenty years. She knows how much she wants to join the Royal Orchestra. What's wrong with her taking photos?

In order to get her to clap, she gave a long monologue at the beginning.

"Excuse me, host. I really want to know why Ms. Lu didn't clap for me."

Xie Chenghuan ignored the host and continued to talk about why he refused to leave the stage.

The host was also a little embarrassed.

This is a live broadcast, we can't really ask a few staff members to carry the person away.

"Let me tell you why."

Suddenly, a deep, pleasant, but awkwardly pronounced male voice came from the judges' seats below the stage.

Carls just noticed that Lu Wenyin didn't seem to want to talk.

"Okay, let's invite Mr. Carls, the conductor of the Royal Orchestra, to speak. What's your reason for not clapping?"

The host quickly took control of the situation.

Carls's deep blue eyes, like the ocean, stared at the stage with a solemn expression as he said word by word, "Because of her, plagiarism."

"This song was not composed by her. She plagiarized it from someone else."

Carls's broken Chinese echoed throughout the entire competition venue.

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and everyone was shocked.

"No way, Xie Chenghuan plagiarized?"

"Impossible! How could our Princess Cheng Huan plagiarize?"

"You are wrongly accusing me!"

"Show me the evidence?"

If the people in the front were just whispering their doubts, the "fan group" sitting in the back started shouting wildly.

"Karls said it was plagiarism, so it's definitely plagiarism, no doubt about it!"

Nini was so bored that she started chewing gum. After she finished complaining, she pulled Xie Jinghong aside and asked, "Is it plagiarism? What do you think?"

Xie Jinghong nodded, "Yes."

Xie Chenghuan on the stage was panicked. She looked at Carls in disbelief, her panicked eyes obscured by tears, and fortunately the camera did not capture the moment of her panic.

"Mr. Carls, this is an original piece that I wrote note by note after sleepless nights, and then revised and perfected over and over again. How can you accuse me of plagiarism?"

Regardless of what she said, Karls just said firmly:

"You are plagiarizing. This piece is an old work by our regular arranger, Mr. Tingxian. He never finished the ending, so this piece has never appeared in any concert."

"But some people really liked it. When listening to the composer's work, they recorded a clip and posted it online. However, because it didn't have an ending, it didn't go viral."

"This happened several years ago. I don't know how you got the music score, but I can assure everyone that this song is not your original creation."

Carls became more and more angry as he spoke, and his blue eyes began to turn red.

Many of the audience members in the audience were regular concert goers. They were not familiar with Tingxian, a figure who only existed in legends, but they were also not completely unaware of him.

"Oh my god, you're so brave! You actually dared to eavesdrop on Mr. Xian's creation."

"No wonder I felt the ending and the climax were a bit disconnected. It turns out they weren't her own."

The people in the audience started talking again.

Xie Chenghuan was a little flustered and looked around on the stage.

How could it be the work of a master of string music?

When she bought the original song online at a high price, the person clearly said that it was his original work, and he was a poor student at the music conservatory. Someone in his family was sick and he urgently needed money, so he wrote the song to sell it.

How could it be a song by Master Tingxian?

At this point, she couldn't step down even if she wanted to.

The host was also shocked. He never expected that this was the reason why the two most important judges did not clap.

The director's anxious voice came through his headset: "Hurry up and interview the contestants. This matter must be made clear. It must not affect the fairness of the entire competition."

Just as the host was about to ask, he saw Xie Chenghuan had already taken the microphone.

"Mom, Ms. Lu Wenyin, do you think so too? Do you also think I plagiarized others?"

Since she couldn't leave anyway, she decided to let Lu Wenyin speak.

No matter what she said later, as long as she took over the conversation, she could direct public opinion to the fact that the Xie family abandoned their daughter who they had raised for twenty years. Although she would also suffer some discussion, it was better than her being the only one to bear the charge of plagiarism.

What's more, Lu Wenyin is soft-hearted. As long as she shows weakness and pretends to be pitiful, maybe she can get her vote?

Choosing the lesser of two dangers, Xie Chenghuan took the microphone and walked towards Lu Wenyin step by step. His voice was even more mournful, which made people who were not in the know feel distressed.

"Mom, I wrote this song every day when I missed you the most. I miss the smell of you, your smiling face, and the warmth of your hands when you touch me. I miss our home, Dad and my brothers, and the joy of our family being together."

"This song carries all my love for you, as well as my strong desire to return to the past when we were together as a family. So I named it 'Return'."

"Mom, can't you really hear the deep feelings I have for you contained in this?"

As Xie Chenghuan spoke, tears already streamed down his face.

The aerial camera was pointed at her. On the large screen projection on the stage, her face with delicate makeup was extremely beautiful, but with her tears, she looked shaky.

The camera switched again and focused on Lu Wenyin.