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

There was no sign of distress on Lu Wenyin's dignified and elegant face, but her eyes were filled with disappointment.

Everyone fell silent, wondering what the principal cellist had to say.

Lu Wenyin raised her hand and picked up the microphone, staring straight at Xie Chenghuan's face, and said in a serious tone:

"Yes, this piece is indeed in the style of the Master of Strings. I had the pleasure of hearing it a long time ago."

Lu Wenyin's words once again caused an uproar at the scene.

Xie Chenghuan felt cold all over amidst the discussions, accusations, and contemptuous looks. She suddenly pointed at Lu Wenyin angrily and said:

"Is it because I am no longer your daughter and cannot fight for the honor of the Xie family that you slander me like this?"

Seeing this, Xie Jinghong couldn't help but raise an eyebrow: "Wow, what a great way to put the blame on someone else."

"Contestant, we are only discussing your competition piece, which was plagiarized from others. It has nothing to do with anything else."

Lu Wenyin looked at her gravely and emphasized again through gritted teeth.

"Plagiarism? You say I plagiarized? Where's the evidence? Can anyone find this song online?"

"Ms. Lu, even if you don't want me now, there's no need to insult my dignity in such a public place."

Seeing that pretending to be pitiful didn't work, Xie Chenghuan started to pressure Lu Wenyin and guide public opinion.

Anyway, as long as she is not labeled as a plagiarist, whatever the outside world says is fine.

What's more, this game is being broadcast live, and everything that is happening now may have fermented online.

She stared at Lu Wenyin aggressively, insisting that she explain herself.

The "fan groups" also unconditionally supported their Princess Cheng Huan, shouting and yelling from behind.

The more Nini looked at it, the angrier she became.

"Jinghong, is she so shameless? If I were your mother, I would want to slap her, Jing..."

Nini thought to herself, this play is interesting, but also very irritating. She was chattering to Xie Jinghong, and when she turned around, she found that her seat was empty.

"What about people?"

Xie Jinghong was nowhere to be found in the entire audience.

Xie Chenghuan in front was still pressing, and the host had to get involved because he was afraid that things would get out of hand.

"Mr. Carls, Ms. Lu Wenyin, do you have any evidence to prove that this piece of music is plagiarized?"

The host was not on Xie Chenghuan's side. It was just that the directors had just searched the Internet with the audio source and had indeed not found the so-called original work by Master Tingxian.

In order to ensure the authenticity and fairness of the entire game, the host had to let them answer questions on the spot.

Carls and Lu Wenyin looked at each other and both shook their heads in embarrassment.

"We really don't have any evidence. Master Tingxian hadn't even finished composing this piece. It was only circulated in a small circle for a while."

"Haha, you guys are really bullying me by accusing me of plagiarism without even providing any evidence." Xie Chenghuan immediately turned his head and looked at Lu Wenyin sadly.

"Mom, I know you have a sister now, but I'm also your daughter whom you've raised for twenty years. Why do you treat me like this?"

Lu Wenyin: ...

On the big screen, Lu Wenyin's face was gloomy and her lips were trembling with anger.

"Plagiarism is plagiarism. What does this have to do with my biological daughter? Cheng Huan, don't try to shift the blame!"

"Where's the evidence? Without it, you're maliciously slandering me!"

Xie Chenghuan was not willing to be outdone, and he stiffened his neck and shouted at Lu Wenyin.

Just as Carls was about to say, "The Master of Strings is here," he suddenly heard a melodious flute sound coming from the speakers, rising from low to high, and then back to melodious and graceful...

"It's the music score of 'Return' just now." Someone shouted excitedly.

“But this one seems to be played on a flute.”

"Yes, it's a flute..."

The noisy audience gradually quieted down, immersed in the melodious sound of the flute.

"It's Master Tingxian. Master Tingxian is performing the piece he hasn't finished!"

Carls clenched his fists, looked at Lu Wenyin excitedly, and repeated these words.

Lu Wenyin was being annoyed by Xie Chenghuan's unreasonable behavior, but when she heard the sudden sound of the flute and Carls' words, her eyes instantly cleared up.

These notes, these styles, are definitely those of a master of string music.

Except for Xie Chenghuan and Huo Jingyang, everyone at the scene was attracted by the flute sound and was unconsciously immersed in it.

The sound of the flute is full of weeping and complaining, like a cold crescent moon hanging in the sky, lonely, cold and desolate, looking at the world and expressing the sorrow of parting.

Suddenly, at the climax, it was like a strong wind sweeping over the waves, filled with resentment, anger, hopelessness, and struggle...

In the second half, everyone seemed to see the dark clouds disperse and the bright moon hanging high in the sky. However, this time, the moon was no longer lonely and cold. Instead, it shone in the sky with its most beautiful and perfect posture, blessing the world.

In the audience there were people who were well versed in music, especially those who were obsessed with classical music. They smiled or even shed tears unconsciously as they followed the melody.

As the last note fell, the lingering sound echoed throughout the entire venue.

After a few seconds, everyone clapped in unison, as if they were in sync.

The thunderous applause was like waves, each one louder than the last.

"It's done. The Master of Strings has finished his piece."

Lu Wenyin's eyes were filled with tears. Having just found her biological daughter, she could especially empathize with the emotions expressed in the song. She proudly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looking elegant and noble.

Carls was no less excited than Lu Wenyin.

He took out the handkerchief that decorated the pocket of his tailcoat in a gentlemanly manner, and cried and said madly:

"It's such a great song, so great. Master of Strings is my god."

Just when everyone was excited, a very deep and magnetic female voice came from the speakers.

This voice is absolutely genius-level in the lesbian circle.

Even without seeing the person but only hearing her voice, one can imagine what kind of cold, arrogant and extraordinary beautiful woman this voice comes from.

"Hello everyone, I'm Tingxian."

She introduced herself right away, and as soon as she finished, the audience erupted in excited screams and applause.

"Quiet."

A calm voice with a hint of coldness uttered two words, and the scene fell silent in an instant.

"I composed this piece of music on a whim many years ago, but I was emotionally conflicted and didn't finish it. Just now, I thought of its ending."

Her voice sounds full of stories and inspires endless imagination.

"This piece of music was originally called 'Looking at the Moon'."

"Looking at the moon, it sounds nice and poetic."

"The song lives up to its name. I just felt the coldness and beauty of the moonlight."

Some people at the scene looked at the empty stage excitedly, followed the string master's narration, and expressed their thoughts in a low voice.

"Yes, it's a very realistic name. My inspiration at the time was indeed the moon. No matter where people are in the world, they can see the same moon."

"The moon also represents reunion, longing and beauty. But at that time, I missed a group of people very much. I didn't know who they were, but they were looking at the same moon as me, so I came up with this song."

Master Tingxian paused slightly.

"Back then, I didn't know the way forward, nor could I write the ending for this piece. But now, those I miss and I can look up at the moon together, and 'Looking at the Moon' finally has its perfect ending."

The sound of strings is inherently storytelling, and the story behind the creation of this piece of music made many people at the scene want to listen to it again.

"Contestant just now, I don't know how you got this unfinished score, but your actions are an insult to all those who truly love creation and music."

"Please, solemnly apologize to Ms. Lu in front of you."

After hearing the complete "Looking at the Moon", Xie Chenghuan's face turned pale. If it weren't for the thick makeup on her face, she would have looked as pale as a dead person.

Now when she heard Tingxian asking her to apologize to Lu Wenyin, her body swayed and she almost fell.

"Apologise, apologize, apologize!"

"Xie Chenghuan, apologize, Xie Chenghuan apologize!"

"Xie Chenghuan quit the music industry."

"Withdraw, withdraw, withdraw..."

Master Tingxian's words were heard by hundreds of people, and cheers came from all directions of the audience.

The group of "fan bands" who were cheering for Xie Chenghuan just now had quietly taken off the fan bands on their wrists and hair, and looked at Xie Chenghuan with a deceived expression.

"I'm truly sorry that such a terrible thing as plagiarism occurred in such a formal competition as ours. So, contestant, please apologize to Chief Lu Wenyin and all the viewers present and in the live broadcast room."

The host heard the director's instructions again in his headphones, and he relayed them seriously.

Xie Chenghuan's behavior cannot even be considered plagiarism.

It's outright theft.

Now that she was slapped in the face by Master Tingxian, she had to apologize and withdraw from the competition. This was the explanation she had to give to everyone.

Xie Chenghuan stood opposite everyone, and her blood seemed to have frozen.

How could it be? How could it be the work of Master Tingxian?

And yet, the master of listening to strings actually came to the scene.

But where are they?

She felt like a fool being made fun of.

Her eyes slid across the faces of the audience, who were shouting for her to withdraw from the competition and apologize.

Is she some nasty, lowly person?

So many people are calling for her to be killed.

She looked at Huo Jingyang, who was not far away, in despair.

Huo Jingyang didn't expect that the song that Xie Chenghuan sang, which shocked him so much, was not composed by her.

He is also very powerless now.

She glanced down at her phone, and the interface was the live broadcast room of the competition. The screen was of Xie Chenghuan, and the background sound was the roaring sound of the waves, asking her to withdraw from the competition.

The comments on the forums all had the same attitude as on the scene, either apologizing or withdrawing from the competition.

The number of viewers in the upper right corner shows 100 million+.

It seems that there is no other way except to apologize.

Even his Huo Jingyang was unable to turn the tide in the face of such overwhelming evidence, in front of countless people in the live broadcast room and at the scene.

He looked up helplessly, met Xie Chenghuan's pleading eyes, nodded, and mouthed two words: Apologize.

"Bang!"

The last string in Xie Chenghuan's mind seemed to break.

At this moment, she was completely standing in opposition to everyone.

She looked at Lu Wenyin again, hoping that she could say something, or at least not embarrass her like this.

But Lu Wenyin didn't look at her.

Lu Wenyin was still carefully pondering Master Tingxian's words and the song, especially Master Tingxian's voice.

She obviously lowered her voice deliberately, but she felt that tone was strangely familiar.

"Apologize, there are other contestants who need to compete later. Please don't waste everyone's time."

The host was speechless about Xie Chenghuan, the contestant who was wearing a completely haute couture outfit.

He felt that his career had suffered an absolute Waterloo after encountering her.

If she didn't apologize today, the outside world would think that he, as the host, was not capable of handling emergencies, and he would probably not have a place to host large-scale competitions or important evening parties in the future.

The spotlight was on Xie Chenghuan, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Let her have no escape.

But she still refused to give in.

In order to finally arouse Lu Wenyin's tenderness towards her, she opened her red lips slightly and said tremblingly:

"I'm sorry, Mom."

When Lu Wenyin heard this, her gaze shifted from the stage to her.

"You can steal a song, but you can't steal her talent. Just like life, you can steal twenty years, but you can't steal a lifetime. From now on, please behave yourself and don't call me mom anymore."

Lu Wenyin spoke calmly, not wanting to say anything more, and looked at the host.

The host understood and quickly slid down the slope, allowing the on-site staff to take Xie Chenghuan away.

Behind the scenes.

In an unused control room, Xie Jinghong returned the flute to the young flute player.

"The flute is good, and you are good too."

The young man had not yet recovered from his shock. He looked up at Xie Jinghong as if he were a god.

He was just waiting for the result backstage when suddenly a girl with a cool and sassy temperament came over.

Borrow his flute.

The flute is a musician's weapon and he treasures it very much.

If it were someone else, he definitely wouldn't lend it.

But as soon as the girl opened her mouth, he somehow managed to hand the flute to her with both hands.

Then he was brought to this control room.

The girl didn't know what she was doing on her phone, but suddenly it connected to the speakers outside and she started playing.

Her face is clean and beautiful, and her eyes are bright.

The moment the flute was played, his entire soul seemed to be sublimated.

Especially what she said after she finished blowing him shocked him even more.

"Are you really a master of string listening?"

The flute-playing boy asked haltingly.

Xie Jinghong tilted her head and smiled, her long hair falling from her shoulders and fluttering in the air, making her look dreamy.

"Yes, it's genuine."

The boy's face turned red with excitement and he almost cried.

Xie Jinghong lifted his chin with one finger, forcing him to look at her. She leaned forward slightly, looked into his eyes and asked:

"Want to join the Royal Orchestra? If you make a wish to me, I can make it come true."