Song Xinyu directly bowed toward the Chinese musician, intending to borrow her violin.
The Chinese musician was quite fond of her, and generously handed it over while quietly encouraging her: “Good luck.”
Everyone had been waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
Only a stranger had given her encouragement.
No one had expected that the moment Song Xinyu lifted the violin, it was as if her soul had been ignited.
All the musical cells buried deep in her memory had been activated.
At first, when Song Xinyu asked to borrow the violin, she had even tested its tuning.
And she had done it quite properly, with a decent appearance.
Ji Mu could not help but mutter: “What is she pretending to be?”
Song Xinyan had originally wanted to watch her younger sister make a fool of herself, but seeing her suddenly so confident, she felt a faint unease in her heart.
She did not know when it had started, but her younger sister had become completely different.
It seemed to have started from the day she climbed into bed.
So Song Xinyan secretly clenched her fists, hiding the uneasiness in her heart.
“What’s going on? Isn’t Song Xinyu useless? Doesn’t she know how to do anything?”
“Huh? Has she been possessed? How could she possibly know how to play the violin?”
“That posture… she is absolutely professional.”
Idle members of high society often liked to show off by attending concerts.
But Song Xinyu’s stance and aura were no different from a top-tier musician standing in the center position.
The key point was that the music was stunningly beautiful, so captivating that it stirred everyone’s emotions intensely.
When the piece ended, everyone could not help but applaud.
The most excited was the Chinese musician, who directly went forward and hugged Song Xinyu.
Immediately after, the other two musicians also surrounded and embraced her.
Even though they did not understand Chinese, they understood music.
Foreign languages—English and Spanish—spilled rapidly around Song Xinyu’s ears.
Unexpectedly, Song Xinyu was able to communicate with them in extremely fluent English.
Then, in full view of everyone, the three of them handed their business cards to Song Xinyu.
Those who understood foreign languages helped translate: “Oh my God, they are actually inviting Song Xinyu to perform with them at the Sydney Opera House.”
Only then did everyone realize that Song Xinyu’s level was already internationally professional.
Song Xinyan’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.
She had originally planned to use Ji Mu to humiliate Song Xinyu.
Yet Song Xinyu had stolen the spotlight in a grand fashion instead.
Meanwhile, her own carefully practiced piano piece had instead become a joke.
Most importantly, in order to make Song Xinyu embarrass herself, she had secretly used Assistant Xi to get Lin Ting to attend.
At that moment.
At the second-floor railing stood a mysterious man.
He was holding a glass of champagne while engaging in pleasant conversation with the chairman of the Ji Family.
Ji father could not help but sigh: “I did not expect Song Xinyu to have such musical talent.”
Lin Ting: I also did not expect that.
“Ah Ting, you truly have good judgment. It seems that rumors outside are not accurate. Whether someone is gold or not will naturally be revealed over time.”
Ji father said this in order to flatter Lin Ting.
In truth, everyone knew that Lin Ting’s engagement to Song Xinyu had been due to an indecent incident.
The entire upper class society understood this tacitly.
But now that Lin Ting was someone everyone wanted to curry favor with, they could only praise him indirectly.
Lin Ting took a sip of champagne and said two words: “Indeed.”
In truth, he had not intended to attend any birthday banquet that day, as it would have been a waste of time.
However, Assistant Xi had said there happened to be business to discuss with the Xi family, and Mr Ji had also invited them to the Old Residence to talk business, so they might as well eat some birthday cake while they were there and share in the celebratory atmosphere.
Lin Ting did not like mixing business and private affairs in this way.
With so many people at the birthday banquet, he feared he would be bothered by many people.
But upon hearing that Song Xinyu had gone there with her sister, he could not help but come.
And as a result, he saw and heard such a wonderful scene.
Song Xinyu, as expected, you truly never fail to bring surprises.
After finishing her violin performance, Song Xinyu went down.
Seeing Ji Mu’s expression—so colorful it could hardly be described—she could not help but feel happy, so happy that it seemed to overflow completely.
“So, Young Master Ji, did I disappoint you?”
【Tch. Just based on you, you still wanted to humiliate me? It was unclear who the real clown was】
【You are so obviously acting like a lapdog, yet Song Xinyan is pretending not to see it. She enjoys the benefits you give her and plays ambiguous games with you, but never gives you a title. Tell me, if you are not the clown, then what are you?】
Ji Mu was already furious, and after hearing Song Xinyu’s mocking inner thoughts, he became even more enraged.
Who are you calling a clown?
He had originally intended to humiliate Song Xinyu for not knowing music.
But her violin performance had been genuine skill—everyone had witnessed it.
Even the one upstairs had seen and heard it.
He then thought of something and said: “Well, only now do I realize that Song Xinyu has quite a lot of abilities. Not only is she so skilled and professional at the violin, but even her ability to seduce men must be professional as well.”
“Your fiancé whom you stole has arrived. Why don’t you go up and greet him?”
He deliberately emphasized the words “stole.” pointing toward the upstairs.
As soon as this topic was raised, the crowd that had just been admiring Song Xinyu’s superb violin performance immediately shifted.
The next second, it turned into disdain.
After all, it was well known that Song Xinyu had used bed-related means to steal her sister’s fiancé.
“Oh, Eldest Young Master Lin is also here. Could it be that he came to see Song Xinyu?”
“That must be it. Young Master Lin is now completely wrapped around her finger.”
“Ji Mu is not wrong either. She really does have quite a lot of skills.”
For an ordinary person, hearing such mocking words would have made them want to find a hole to hide in.
Especially for this group of high society individuals who valued dignity above all else.
But who was Song Xinyu?
She had already died once.
In her previous life, she had cared too much about reputation, suffered greatly, and even developed mental illness.
So why bother tormenting herself? If there was anything, she would simply go mad openly.
“Exactly. Are you all jealous? This is a man I took by my own ability.”
While speaking proudly, Song Xinyu walked around.
However, her steps did not move toward the upstairs.
Instead, she went to a table displaying food and asked quite seriously: “Ji Mu, can I eat now?”
Ji Mu, however, asked in return: “Aren’t you going up to find Lin Ting?”
“Why would a woman be so proactive? He will come to me himself.”
These words caused everyone in the audience, who were listening intently, to exclaim in disbelief.