Until Ming Huai Zhi had his wounds in the Ming Wei Zhou rest room treated and changed into a new suit, and the three of them walked out together.
The door to the rest room had still not opened.
Ming Zhi Rou stared at the tightly closed door.
A sense of unease inexplicably welled up in her heart.
What was going on…
If President Fu intended to punish Ming Zheng, he wouldn't be taking this long, would he?
The scene she had imagined was—
Ming Zheng, utterly humiliated, being thrown out from backstage by President Fu's men.
And as they threw her out.
Countless media reporters would capture the scene at the entrance of the Starlight Grand Theater.
Ming Zheng would then lose face in front of the entire world.
But why hadn't Ming Zheng been thrown out yet?
The longer time passed.
The faster Ming Zhi Rou's heart pounded.
Just as everyone was filled with anxiety.
The door to the rest room was finally opened.
Ming Zhi Rou abruptly raised her head, her hands clasped tightly together, her eyes fixed on the rest room door.
Eagerly anticipating seeing Ming Zheng, miserably tormented.
And then, at President Fu's command, be thrown out of the Starlight Grand Theater.
Not just her.
The surrounding onlookers, who had been spectating earlier, all turned their gazes.
But…
What emerged from the rest room.
Was that slender, graceful, and eye-catching figure.
The girl's posture was languid, her expression as calm as ever.
There was no sign of what she had experienced in the rest room just moments ago.
Then came their esteemed President Fu.
President Fu's expression was also normal, showing little emotion.
Upon reaching the doorway, he said to Ming Zheng, "The performance is about to begin. Miss Ming Zheng and the Imperial Capital's Dean, please return to the audience seating. After the performance, please contact me."
As soon as these words were spoken.
Countless people's eyes nearly bulged out in surprise.
Had they heard correctly?
Facing this girl who impersonated the master of Zheng Yu and had violently attacked their guest backstage…
They actually heard… politeness and respect in their President's tone?
And he asked the girl to… contact him proactively?
Did the two of them already have each other's contact information?
Could it be…
That girl was actually the master of Zheng Yu?
How could that be!
This thought flashed through everyone's minds for only a second before being quickly dismissed.
Let alone the fact that this girl was too young and lacked the demeanor of a master.
If this girl were truly the master of Zheng Yu, President Fu's attitude should have been one of genuine reverence.
After all, in front of the master of Zheng Yu, President Fu would have to address them as senior or teacher!
This outcome, so completely contrary to her expectations.
Caused Ming Zhi Rou's sweet and lotus-like face to be tinged with bewilderment.
Then, it turned green, then pale.
Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.
How was this possible?
Why wasn't Ming Zheng punished?
Why was President Fu so polite to Ming Zheng?
And then…
Mo Qi Yu, who walked out of the rest room, had a triumphant, cool, and arrogant smile on his face, like that of a dragon-king.
While Xiao Qiao Si stood before Mo Qi Yu with his head bowed.
If one looked closely.
It seemed… one could faintly see a slight change in the color of the fabric at Xiao Qiao Si's knees.
Ming Zhi Rou's throat tightened.
She instinctively gripped Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Wei Zhou's arms beside her.
Causing the two of them to quickly retract their shocked gazes from Ming Zheng and look at their beloved sister with concern: "Rou'er, what's wrong?"
Ming Zhi Rou's eyes were still red.
Upon hearing them, she immediately adjusted the expression on her face, lifted her tear-reddened eyes, and managed a reluctant smile at her two brothers.
"It's nothing. I was just worried about elder sister… I didn't expect President Fu to be so kind and not blame elder sister. I'm relieved."
The two of them were also perplexed.
Logically speaking, Ming Zheng's actions had completely crossed President Fu's bottom line.
There was no way the situation would be like this.
Especially Ming Wei Zhou.
He had only uttered a few words condemning Ming Zheng earlier.
And he was disqualified by President Fu from performing on stage.
Yet Ming Zheng, who impersonated the master of Zheng Yu and even attacked them.
Received no punishment?
"Sister has always been very capable. Look, she can become friends with the Imperial Capital's Dean, she has a close relationship with the master of the Chi family, she can live in 'Azure Cloud Immortal Abode', and… she's also so familiar with the presidents of the two major enterprises, Zhengtu and Zhengrong."
Ming Zhi Rou looked at Ming Zheng with admiration.
Her tone was also full of envy: "So, President Fu can be so good to sister, it must be because sister is exceptionally outstanding."
Her words, though praising Ming Zheng.
Her expression and tone were flawless.
Yet listening to her words.
Ming Huai Zhi and Ming Wei Zhou subconsciously… conjured countless indescribable images in their minds.
The protagonist of those images…
Of course, was Ming Zheng.
The reason Ming Zheng could navigate among so many men.
The reason she had the confidence to oppose the Ming family.
Wasn't it just relying on her face.
And manipulating men at her will?
Could it be… could it be…
President Fu was also captivated by that vixen's face?
But that wasn't right.
The Imperial Capital's Dean and President Fu's disciple were also in the rest room.
How could they possibly engage in such dealings?
"President Fu!"
Ming Wei Zhou, unable to contain himself, his face taut, walked towards Fu Zheng Nan, "She impersonated the master of Zheng Yu and attacked my second brother and my sister in this venue. Are you… still going to let someone like that stay to watch our performance?"
"Not 'our' performance, but theirs," Fu Zheng Nan corrected him. "You are not part of today's performance."
Fu Zheng Nan raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Ming Wei Zhou.
Unlike his politeness before Ming Zheng.
His expression was now extremely stern, and his gaze towards Ming Wei Zhou was exceptionally cold. "Miss Ming Zheng and I have known each other for five years. I know very well what kind of person Miss Ming Zheng is."
"She took action against Mr. Ming Huai Zhi and Miss Ming Zhi Rou must have her reasons."
"Otherwise… why didn't she attack anyone else, but specifically your brother and your sister?"
Ming Wei Zhou did not hear a single word of Fu Zheng Nan's rhetorical question.
All his attention was fixed on Fu Zheng Nan's statement—
"You are not part of today's performance."
His pupils contracted.
His entire body began to tremble slightly.
The President wasn't speaking out of anger.
He was truly going to cancel his performance qualification.
It was Ming Zheng!
Was Ming Zheng the one who instigated this?
Slight sweat beaded on Ming Wei Zhou's forehead, his expression constantly contorting.
His gaze towards Ming Zheng became increasingly sinister.
Meanwhile, Fu Zheng Nan clearly had no intention of paying him any further attention.
Instead, he turned to Ming Zheng, extending his hand and politely ushering her out from backstage.
From beginning to end.
Ming Zheng's gaze never swept over them.
As if they were insignificant strangers.