The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: 163 shakes the entire network, persona collapses [Update 2]

While the concert had not yet concluded, she couldn’t let more people see Ying Zijin.

Ying Luwei didn’t think twice, even if it would sabotage her own concert, it had to be stopped.

Seeing that the staff were also immersed in Ying Zijin’s piano music, she broke down and yelled, “I told you to cut off the sound!”

None of the staff paid her any attention.

It was a joke to them, this was Vera Hall’s music.

To be able to hear it was nothing short of a privilege.

Ying Luwei trembled with fury.

Due to her loss of control, her psyche took a serious hit, and her tears kept flowing.

Ying Luwei didn’t care about anything else, and frantically searched a toolbox for a pair of scissors.

She then quickly stepped forward and snipped the red and blue wires.

The staff finally reacted, shocked by her actions, and rushed to stop her, “Madam!”

“Get out of my way.” All of Ying Luwei’s pretenses were shredded, gone was her usual reserved grace and elegance.

She raised her hand and slapped the staff member across the face, “I told you to get out of my way!”

Ying Luwei continued to cut the wires, but suddenly, the sound of “click click” echoed behind her.

It was the sound of photographs being taken and videos being recorded.

Ying Luwei’s pupils constricted dramatically, and her complexion turned deathly pale.

What caused her inner defenses to completely collapse was the fact that despite cutting so many wires, the performance below wasn’t affected in the slightest.

“You old woman, what are you trying to do?” Jiang Ran stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at her with a sneer, “Trying to sabotage the concert? Dream on.”

A lackey followed behind him, dutifully recording the scene.

“Come, help her up and take her to the Great Hall,” Jiang Ran clapped his hands and chuckled, “She doesn’t want to listen, but she’ll have to.”

**

Outside the Shanghai City Great Hall.

A black stretch Lincoln pulled up to a stop.

When the door opened, Jiang Moyuan got out.

There was a hint of a dark circle under his eyes, clearly from working overtime for several days straight.

The secretary listened to the enthusiastic applause from inside the hall and turned with a smile, “Third Master, it seems Miss Luwei’s performance is very successful.”

Jiang Moyuan nodded.

He admired Ying Luwei not just because their families had betrothed their children to each other.

But also because in all of Shanghai City, only Ying Luwei, the premier socialite, was truly a worthy match for him in every respect.

Especially the piano.

When he was tired from work, he would listen to Ying Luwei play the piano, which always relaxed his body and mind.

Fortunately, his work had finished early today, so he could still catch the concert.

The secretary accompanied Jiang Moyuan inside; hearing the subdued piano sounds, he exclaimed in admiration, “Third Master, Miss Luwei’s level has improved again.”

He had never heard such a delightful piece before.

Jiang Moyuan’s gaze shifted as well, and he quickened his pace.

The main entrance was closed, so he entered through a side door.

Just then, the last piano note spun and fell.

“Thud!”

It was as if it struck directly upon one’s heart, an indescribable and formidable Charm that lingered long after.

Jiang Moyuan’s gaze froze instantly, and his eyes widened abruptly.

He watched the figure in front of the golden piano, his heart squeezed tight as if grasped by a hand.

It was Ying Zijin!

The nearby secretary was also stunned, filled with disbelief, “Third Master, how could it be…”

His words were cut off by the applause that resounded once again.

“Clap clap clap.” Zhuo Lanhan also stood up, clapping and smiling, “Bravo, simply marvelous, I never thought that in my life I would be so fortunate as to hear these three world-class difficult pieces played anew.”

Perhaps “Sun and Moon” was nothing special, since several pianists had played it.

But the reemergence of “Holy War” and “Song of Jade Ice Cui” was enough to send shockwaves throughout the entire music world.

Having the chance to hear them live, she died with no regrets.

No wonder, even though Vera Hall only left behind three pieces, they were an indelible and prominent mark in the music history of O Continent.

Such a performance could be described as unmatched in the world.

Ying Zijin slowly rose to her feet and nodded, “Thank you.”