Ming's father, dressed in a custom-made suit, presented a polished appearance.
He was determined to maintain his image as a powerful CEO.
Ming's mother wore a jade-green Chinese qipao, exquisitely embroidered, which highlighted her sophisticated demeanor.
This was likely an attempt to conceal her crippled hands.
She had clearly invested considerable effort in her attire.
She wore extremely valuable jewelry on her neck and wrists.
The ensemble suggested she was attending a grand banquet rather than a concert.
It was a touch too ostentatious.
Accompanying them were Ming Xiujin, Ming Yanlun, and Ming Chuyan.
Compared to their parents, the three of them were dressed much more modestly.
Upon entering the theater hall,
Ming Chuyan's gaze immediately fell upon a girl sitting in a back corner, engrossed in her phone.
He frowned, "Ming Zheng?"
Ming's father and mother, whose faces had been lit with smiles as they basked in the surrounding attention,
their expressions darkened at the mention of that unappetizing name: "Who is Ming Zheng?"
Ming Chuyan raised his hand and pointed towards the corner.
The Ming family members looked over.
Ming's father and mother’s faces grew even more grim: "What is she doing here?"
That wretched girl, she was like a persistent ghost!
Today was a concert hosted by the president of the International Music Association.
Only the wealthy and influential could gain entry.
How could she possibly be here?
"Look beside her," Ming Chuyan said in a low voice.
Seated next to Ming Zheng was none other than the Dean of the Imperial Capital.
Seeing Ming Zheng exacerbated the numbness in Ming's mother's arms, and her expression turned extremely unpleasant: "So she hooked up with a man and followed him in. How could she have fallen so low!"
She had charmed so many men,
and what's more, each one of them was so powerful!
She had even whispered poison in their ears, causing the Ming family to be in a precarious position.
It was simply outrageous!
"She has caused us so much trouble, and now she has the audacity and the leisure to attend a concert?" Ming Chuyan's face was ashen.
He couldn't help but recall how, recently, Ming Zheng had offended the young master of the Wang family, leading to repeated harassment from the Wang family towards the Ming family.
They had been plunged into misery.
Their already difficult lives had become even more dire.
No matter how they explained, Ming Zheng had long since separated from the Ming family and had no relation to them.
The young master of the Wang family, unable to vent his anger on Ming Zheng,
refused to listen to their explanations.
He was determined to ruin them.
Last time, Ming Zheng had offended the Song family,
and now she was targeting the Wang family.
This was clearly a deliberate attempt to divert disaster and destroy their Ming family!
Fortunately, his precious Rou'er was capable and, for the sake of the Ming family, actively appeased the young master of the Wang family, allowing the Ming family to catch its breath.
The Ming family was already struggling so much.
Now, all they wanted was to use this concert to restore the Ming family's status.
To their surprise,
they still saw Ming Zheng here.
Why was she so at ease and carefree?
Ming's mother, reminded by Ming Chuyan, also recalled the suffering she had endured recently.
Especially her hands.
Because the President of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, President Zhan, had issued a decree.
Now, neither traditional Chinese medicine practitioners nor Western doctors were willing to treat her hands.
She was truly going to be crippled for life!
Ming's mother's exquisitely made-up face contorted into a ferocious grimace.
She took a step forward, about to approach Ming Zheng.
Ming's father immediately put his arm around her waist and pulled her back: "Enough, don't you see what kind of occasion this is? You can't be reckless!"
Every time they had tried to cause trouble for Ming Zheng, nothing good had come of it.
In the end, they were the ones who ended up as laughingstocks.
Furthermore, causing a scene in such a setting would not look good.
Ming's mother struggled, still displeased.
Ming's father whispered, "This is a concert hosted by the president of the International Music Association, and it's also Fourth's homecoming performance."
"Later, Second and Rou'er will also perform."
"Do you want to ruin their performance because of Ming Zheng?"
Mentioning her children,
Ming's mother could only suppress her surging anger, casting a resentful glare in Ming Zheng's direction.
Then, with her husband and three sons, she proceeded to their seats.
Due to Ming Weizhou,
their seats were in the prime front row.
They were miles away from Ming Zheng and her companion.
Ming's mother glanced back at Ming Zheng, who was almost invisible in the corner, and felt a slight sense of relief.
Even if she had charmed so many men, what good did it do?
At an event like this,
she could only shrink away in a corner?
...
In the corner seats were Ming Zheng and Mo Qiyu.
The Ming family's entrance was quite grand,
drawing the attention of many.
Naturally, Mo Qiyu was among them.
Upon seeing the Ming family, Mo Qiyu clicked his tongue and said mockingly, "Do they think they're here for a fashion show? But it's fine, the more glamorous they are now, the more embarrassing they'll be later."
"Damn it, what's with the Ming family staring at us?"
"Staring? Do they really think they're someone important? I can't stand it anymore!"
As he spoke, Mo Qiyu rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge forward.
Ming Zheng placed a hand on Mo Qiyu's arm: "What's the point of causing trouble now?"
Mo Qiyu blinked, coming to his senses.
Right.
If they caused a scene now, the drama later wouldn't be as exciting.
Let them laugh first.
Then, when their laughter turned to despair,
that kind of pain would be the most fatal.
The Ming family clearly didn't want to disrupt the upcoming concert, and after casting a cold glance at Ming Zheng, they left.
Mo Qiyu curled his lips, full of disdain: "Be proud, be arrogant, enjoy this last brief moment of happiness!"
With the Ming family present in the venue,
Mo Qiyu felt the air around them turned foul.
He nudged Ming Zheng with his elbow: "Baby, how about... we go backstage and take a look?"
Ming Zheng glanced at the live broadcast on the screen.
The broadcast began from the musicians' passageway of the Starlight Grand Theater,
aiming to capture every musician entering the venue.
Just then, a car pulled up at the grand theater's entrance.
Two handsome and elegant young men in tuxedos emerged.
Upon seeing one of the young men, Mo Qiyu quickly raised his hand and pointed: "It's him, it's him! That's my friend!"
"Let's go, let's go, baby, he's here, he's here, let's go show off!"
Yes, to show off.
Ming Zheng was brought here by Mo Qiyu,
precisely so that Mo Qiyu could show off.
Several days ago, she had received an invitation from Fu Zhengnan,
and she knew there would be a grand spectacle tonight.
The Ming family becoming a laughingstock today was an inevitable outcome.
Ming Zheng wasn't particularly enthusiastic,
but she couldn't resist Mo Qiyu's persistent nagging.
Mo Qiyu had also received an invitation – from his friend who had joined the International Music Association.
Now back in the country, he was performing in a concert hosted by the president of the International Music Association, who was his master.
Therefore, he had specifically invited him, the Dean of the Imperial Capital.