Ming Zheng, under the diverse gazes of the crowd, calmly and composedly, led by Fu Zheng Nan's respectful and polite guidance, stepped onto the stage.
She hadn't intended to reveal her identity.
After all, this was a national live broadcast.
She didn't want to cause a commotion just by going out for a meal.
But she also understood.
The reason Fu Zheng Nan did this was simply to vindicate her and support her.
After all, the Ming family had indeed been too overbearing.
If she didn't reveal her identity,
And wanted Ming Zhi Rou to pay for stealing her song.
Mother Ming would surely cause a scene with her unreasonable demands.
And would forcefully blame it all on her.
She accepted Fu Zheng Nan's good intentions.
"Master Zheng Yu? Ming Zheng, you are Zheng Yu?" When Fu Zheng Nan announced that Ming Zheng was Master Zheng Yu, Ming Huai Zhi was completely stunned.
His eyes remained fixed on Ming Zheng, his voice filled with disbelief.
His heart pounded wildly.
It felt as if a cold, large hand had fiercely gripped his heart, squeezing it tightly. kanδん
He could barely stand, swaying precariously.
Finally, his legs gave out, and he knelt before Ming Zheng.
His eyes had become rimmed with red, staring intently at Ming Zhi Rou.
Meanwhile, Ming Wei Zhou, in the lounge, was even more shocked and abruptly stood up.
His violin smashed onto the floor.
He was oblivious.
His face was a mask of astonishment and disbelief as he stared at the screen, at the cold, elegant girl walking step by step onto the stage.
His mind exploded with a deafening roar.
He suddenly bolted, rushing out of the lounge, sprinting towards the stage.
As he burst out of the lounge, his emotions were too volatile, causing him to slip and fall heavily onto the ground.
He was still oblivious.
As if he felt no pain.
Dragging his aching leg, limping, he still rushed towards the stage.
He wanted to ask Ming Zheng himself...
Was she, truly, Master Zheng Yu?
"No! You... how can you be Zheng Yu?"
Ming Zhi Rou, still slumped on the stage, tilted her head back, her eyes bloodshot as she stared at Ming Zheng, who walked onto the stage and straight towards her.
That condescending gaze pressed down on her heavily.
She wanted to struggle.
But her body was so weak and limp that she couldn't move at all.
Her body trembled incessantly, her face turned almost deathly pale, and her voice was on the verge of cracking.
Only a breathy whisper remained: "You can't be Master Zheng Yu, absolutely not!"
Ming Zhi Rou's eyes began to bulge.
She pointed at Fu Zheng Nan and yelled, "Why do you say she's Master Zheng Yu? What evidence do you have to prove she's Master Zheng Yu?"
Right!
Ming Zheng could absolutely not be Master Zheng Yu!
Even if that manuscript was something she found in Ming Zheng's room.
That still didn't mean Ming Zheng was Master Zheng Yu!
Ming Zhi Rou's mind was in a mess.
She recalled the moment she obtained that manuscript—
It was one night, about a year ago.
Ming Huai Zhi returned, drunk.
He collapsed at the front gate of the Ming residence.
Ming Zhi Rou saw him from her second-floor bedroom.
However, she had always been quite disdainful of this second brother.
Although Ming Huai Zhi treated her very well, always bringing her expensive gifts no matter where he went to film.
But compared to her other brothers, who had achieved great success in various fields.
Which allowed her to be envied by her friends in her social circle, constantly seeking her out.
Yet this second brother…
Insisted on dabbling in the entertainment industry.
Even if he was in it,
He was still lukewarm, not gaining much traction.
She didn't even have the opportunity to brag about having an actor brother.
She didn't even want to mention this brother to her friends, fearing she would lose face.