It was not entirely so.
Her baby was, bit by bit, dismantling the Ming family.
Punishing the Ming family in her own way.
Not punishment in the material sense.
But in the hearts of people.
She was destroying the hearts of all the Ming family members.
Crushing their souls.
Letting them fall into an endless abyss, with no chance of ever climbing out.
It seemed that during baby's year in the Ming family.
She had truly suffered immense grievances.
Otherwise, baby, who always valued emotions, would never have harbored such intense hatred towards the Ming family.
"Is that so?"
Ming Zheng turned her eyes and smiled at him, "I have something even scarier. Do you want to see?"
Mo Qi Yu hugged his trembling self, "..."
It was already scarier now, sob sob.
At this moment.
The projection screen on the stage was slowly rising.
The live broadcast had shifted from outside to the stage within the grand theater.
Soon, soothing and gentle music, as if it could cleanse the soul, slowly flowed into everyone's ears and hearts.
The concert had begun!
The audience, which had been somewhat boisterous, fell silent the moment the music started.
All eyes shifted to the stage.
There sat a young man, dressed in formal wear, with a streak of white hair dyed at the top, playing the music.
Ming Zheng's gaze also fell upon the stage.
As Fu Zheng Nan's disciple, Xiao Qiao Si was the opening performer of this concert.
His technique was indeed excellent.
He played with great emotion.
He was a promising talent.
Even Mo Qi Yu next to him couldn't help but click his tongue, sighing that his brother indeed had some skills. kanδん
Ming Zheng's voice lazily agreed, "Indeed, quite impressive."
Suddenly, someone approached from the side.
And sat down.
A deep, cold, and slightly dismissive voice reached her ears, "Impressive? Ming Zheng, do you understand piano? You just say impressive?"
Ming Zheng turned her head to look.
She saw Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Zhi Rou sitting beside her.
Ming Huai Zhi's arrogant and sinister face held disgust and disdain for Ming Zheng.
The mocking voice just now had come from him.
And Ming Zhi Rou, with her delicate and sweet makeup, held Ming Huai Zhi's hand and said sweetly, "Second brother, don't be like this... Sister grew up in that kind of place since she was young, she surely wouldn't understand music..."
As she spoke, her gaze fell on Xiao Qiao Si on stage, "Besides, Brother Xiao Qiao Si's piano pieces are truly impressive."
"Hmph, Xiao Qiao Si won't be happy being praised by someone who doesn't understand music," Ming Huai Zhi sneered. "I really don't know why you have the audacity to sit here."
His gaze swept over Ming Zheng, "Even being influenced by art can't hide that shabby aura you exude."
Ming Zheng: "?"
Were these two out of their minds?
She frowned, and in the beautiful, gentle light accompanying Xiao Qiao Si's performance, her gaze towards Ming Huai Zhi became sharp and icy.
"Did the slap you received backstage earlier and the kick you got make you addicted? Is that it?"
Her voice was very cold, "Are you looking for another beating now?"
It was better if Ming Zheng hadn't brought it up.
The mention of it made Ming Huai Zhi feel the internal pain twisting again.
The humiliation he had just suffered from Ming Zheng surged back to his mind.
He was originally the center of attention, a shining top star.
Everywhere he went, he caused a stir.
It was all because Ming Zheng had publicly kicked him backstage...
No, it was the three siblings backstage.
Being pointed at by those people.
Those people, each of whom held a significant position in the international music scene.
They dared not rage or order them not to mention the incident again.
So, upon seeing Ming Chu Yan mention in the family group chat that Ming Zheng was in the audience,
Ming Huai Zhi's anger flared up, and he dragged Ming Zhi Rou out to cause trouble for Ming Zheng.
He and Ming Zhi Rou were not having a good time.
Why should Ming Zheng leisurely enjoy the concert?
Ming Huai Zhi refused to believe that Ming Zheng truly didn't care about him, her brother!
Thinking of this, his face grew more and more gloomy, "You still dare to mention what happened earlier! Ming Zheng, don't think you can do whatever you want just because you've hooked up with a few men!"
"I don't really like hearing words I dislike. Whenever I hear terms like 'hooking up' or 'sugar daddy', my hands start to itch a little," Ming Zheng raised her eyebrows, casually flicking the hand supporting her chin.
Under the soft, warm lights.
The girl's hand was slender and white like jade.
But in the eyes of Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Zhi Rou,
That hand was like the hand of a demon emerging from hell, wanting to grab them and drag them into hell.
Moreover, Ming Zheng's dark eyes, tinged with languor, gazed at them both. Her lips, painted with a light shade of lipstick, curled carelessly, "Do you know how Madam Ming's hand was crippled?"
Her smile was chilling.
It made the hearts of Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Zhi Rou clench.
Their gazes towards Ming Zheng were uncontrollably filled with fear.
Seeing the expressions of the two weaklings, Ming Zheng sneered disdainfully, "If you still want to perform on stage later, then get out of here, now, quickly."
"You!"
Ming Huai Zhi refused to admit that he was frightened by his own sister, who he had always looked down upon as having grown up in the countryside.
A lowly girl from a poor village.
What right did she have to step all over him?
She should be like before, humbly kneeling and begging them for a sliver of family affection!
This was the life Ming Zheng should be living!
"Second brother..."
Ming Zhi Rou quickly hugged Ming Huai Zhi's arm, leaning half her body against him, "Forget it, sister has some misunderstanding of us right now..."
She quickly, with red eyes, apologized to Ming Zheng, "Sister, we were just worried you wouldn't understand music and would feel awkward sitting here, so we wanted to come and chat with you. If you mind, I..."
"I mind very much," Ming Zheng interrupted Ming Zhi Rou unceremoniously.
Ming Zhi Rou choked for a moment, her eyes reddening further, looking exactly like Cinderella being bullied by an evil stepmother, full of grievance.
Ming Huai Zhi immediately held the person in his arms tightly, looking at her tear-drenched eyelashes with heartache.
When had their Ming family ever let Rou'er suffer such grievances?
Ming Zheng hurt Rou'er again and again!
Just as Ming Huai Zhi was about to speak.
Ming Zheng's lips curled, the arc extremely cold and alluring, but the words that came out pierced Ming Zhi Rou's ears one by one—
"Ming Zhi Rou, do you think... do you really understand music?"
Ming Zhi Rou didn't know what her question meant, but having been thwarted by Ming Zheng so many times, her heart instinctively felt as if something had violently gripped it.
Could it be...
Had Ming Zheng discovered her secret?