Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

Back then, the dormitory assigned to Lu Guofeng by the National Conservatory of Music was in Building 1, Unit 1, on the second floor of District A. It was a three-bedroom apartment with a separate entrance.

Professor Han informed the Lu family before leaving.

Mr. Lu and his wife have a son and a daughter. Their daughter, Lu Wenxin, lives in the faculty dormitory of the National Conservatory of Music, while their son, Lu Wenhan, and his wife have found another place to live.

Han Qiurong called Lu Wenxin before she came over.

After hanging up the phone, the ever-smiling old professor sighed, "Professor Lu is truly talented. He was also my mentor back in the day."

"There's not much we can do for him, except perhaps help look after his descendants."

Fang Ruoxi understood the implication in those words and quickly replied, "Professor Han, please rest assured, I will take into account the feelings of Elder Lu's children and will be careful with my words."

Han Qiurong nodded in satisfaction.

On the way, she said, "When Lu Lao first had his accident, the media would come here every day to stake out the place, just for one or two news articles."

"No one thinks about what it's like for a daughter to have just lost a loved one."

"In their quest for exclusive stories and to grab attention, every question they asked felt like a knife to Wenxin's heart, rubbing salt into it, and then they had to ask her with a smile—"

'Are you in pain? You should be in pain! Your father has died, why aren't you crying?'"

Fang Ruoxi listened silently, carrying a lunchbox filled with hot dishes prepared by Professor Han's wife.

The two buildings are not far apart; it only takes a few steps to get there.

Han Qiurong gently knocked on the old-fashioned security door on the second floor.

Not long after, a crack appeared inside.

"Who is it?" the old woman inside the house asked warily.

“It’s me,” Professor Han said.

The door inside was then opened a little wider.

Behind the door stood a withered old woman, looking warily outwards.

His gaze swept over Han Qiurong and finally settled on Fang Ruoxi.

“My dad has been dead for so many years, he’s not newsworthy anymore. If you had been born a few years earlier, you might have caught a bit of news, but now you’re too late, aren’t you?”

These harsh words, however, made Fang Ruoxi's heart soften completely.

She stepped forward, bent down slightly, and looked at the short, statured old woman at eye level.

"Hello, Aunt Lu, I'm Fang Ruoxi."

The old man behind the door watched her coldly.

She hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing her words, and said, "Auntie, I'd like to know about what happened back then."

"I don't believe what's written in the newspapers."

"That's why I came to the National Conservatory of Music, hoping to ask you..."

Han Qiurong, who was standing next to her, was so frightened that she almost jumped up.

Fang Ruoxi seems like a very sensible child on the way here! But why does she speak so bluntly?!

Sure enough, the inner door slammed shut with a "bang".

Lu Wenxin's voice came from behind the door: "Go find the newspapers from back then. Everything I should and shouldn't have said has been written up in the newspapers."

Han Qiurong tugged at Fang Ruoxi's sleeve, indicating that it was hopeless this time and they should talk about it later.

Fang Ruoxi did not move.

Through the two locked doors, she said to Lu Wenxin inside, "Ms. Lu, I suspect that what happened back then wasn't so simple, and that Geng Bin might have been wronged."

"Your father..."

Before he could finish speaking, the inner door was pulled open forcefully.

The little old woman with gray hair looked like an old wolf, staring fiercely at Fang Ruoxi as if she wanted to devour her.

Fang Ruoxi said softly, "I wasn't sure, so I made this trip."

"If the facts are as reported back then, then I am willing to pay any price to apologize to you."

"However, I also believe that you and your brother are the people in this world who least want this matter to be a case of injustice."

After landing, the hallway remained quiet for a long time.

Han Qiurong finally breathed a sigh of relief when the rusty security door clicked open from the inside.

Fang Ruoxi walked through the door.

Han Qiurong said goodbye and went home to continue entertaining her friend Chai Jingqiong.

The two doors closed again, the room was dimly lit and had a musty smell, but the house was very tidy.

Fang Ruoxi gently placed the lunchbox on the table. "This is from Professor Han."

Have you eaten?

"If you haven't eaten yet, please eat first, and we can talk after you finish eating," she said softly.

Lu Wenxin opened the refrigerator and put the lunchbox inside.

With a "bang," the refrigerator door slammed shut.

Lu Wenxin turned around and said, "The room is messy, so I won't invite you in. What do you need? Tell me quickly."

Fang Ruoxi didn't mind the old man's sarcastic remarks at all.

"That's right. Over time, I've come to know Geng Bin because of some things that happened."

The old man interrupted impatiently, “The one surnamed Geng and the one surnamed Gao have been learning their craft from my father since they were eight years old. You don’t need to tell me what they are like; I know them better than you do.”

This sentence stunned Fang Ruoxi.

At that time, the mentorship system for students was not the same as that in music academies.

Back then, taking on an apprentice meant passing on all of the master's skills.

Once an apprentice becomes a disciple of a master, he eats, drinks, and lives at the master's house, becoming like half a child to the master.

After completing this clue, the scattered information in Fang Ruoxi's mind slowly began to connect.

"Then, I learned some things about what happened back then..."

She took out her phone and placed it in front of the old man. "By chance, my friend found some evidence that can overturn what happened back then... It's right here, please take a look."

Fang Ruoxi showed Lu Wenxin the video of Dr. B interrogating her junior, Gao Jiayu, who was Geng Bin.

After watching the whole thing with droopy eyelids, Lu Wenxin looked up at Fang Ruoxi and asked calmly, "How should I know that you and that black man tortured someone into confessing?"

Just as Fang Ruoxi was about to explain, a sudden thought struck her, and she realized that something was amiss.

Would a normal person react so calmly upon learning that there might be another truth behind their father's death eleven years ago?

will not.

They were either astonished, confused to the point of incoherence, or furious and refused to believe it.

But no matter what, it couldn't possibly be such a calm reaction.

Fang Ruoxi and Lu Wenxin exchanged glances, and Fang Ruoxi asked hesitantly, "You...do you know?"

Lu Wenxin remained calm. "What should I know?"

Fang Ruoxi said, "That's what I think."

"Back then, Master Lu only had these two disciples, and he personally taught them both."

"Among the two brothers, who is truly talented and who is the plagiarist? Old Master Lu can tell the difference."

She analyzed the situation while carefully observing Lu Wenxin's expression.

The old lady didn't even frown; she just stared at Fang Ruoxi with a blank expression.

“In Lu Lao’s era, a disciple was considered half a son. You and your family may have known Geng Bin and Gao Jiayu, who distorted the truth.”

Fang Ruoxi's thoughts were racing.

The truth cannot be hidden, and falsehood cannot be made true. At least, Professor Lu recognized his student's talent.

"You surely know that Geng Bin didn't plagiarize; it was Gao Jiayu who plagiarized," Fang Ruoxi stated with certainty.

Finally, as she finished speaking, Lu Wenxin's eyelids twitched.

This line of reasoning makes the matter even more perplexing.

According to a newspaper report from 11 years ago, Master Lu suffered a heart attack after learning that his disciples had caused internal strife and plagiarism scandals.

But, if the truth of the matter is indeed as she deduced...

That's a contradiction!

What has kept the Lu family so tight-lipped for so many years?