The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

Chapter 170: 164 Regarding Ying Luwei throwing away Miss Zijin [3 updates]

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She was still wearing the gown from her performance, and her hairstyle and makeup had not changed.

But her facial features were all twisted together, completely inconsistent with the tranquil image she had crafted for herself over the years.

It was evening, when Weibo traffic peaked, and many netizens were clamoring to join in on the drama.

After seeing the ironclad evidence, they were all stunned.

[What kind of move is cutting the wires with scissors? Has jealousy driven her mad????]

[Damn, that’s scary, a ghost woman, and this is called a beautiful female pianist? Which pianist acts like this?]

[So what if the disciple plays better than herself, shouldn’t she feel proud?]

[The one above, you don’t know, she’s actually not her disciple at all, but she shamelessly claimed she taught her, and now it’s all come crashing down.]n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Soon, a netizen summarized the situation.

[Here’s what happened: Ying Luwei set outrageously high ticket prices for her concert and told her fans that she was going to let her niece perform.

This niece had been exposed several times by her fans on the internet initially it wasn’t a big deal, but later on, it led to her fans being thrown into jail.

The fans despised her niece, and when they learned that the niece was going to perform, they ridiculed her, telling her not to embarrass herself on stage.

But now, seeing that teacher Zhuo Lanhan called it an “insult to the piano,” it’s clear who the real embarrassment is.]

[I’m still watching the online concert, speaking from experience, Ying Luwei didn’t play “Sun and Moon,” but her “disciple” did.

Most importantly, not only did she play “Sun and Moon,” but she also played two other pieces by Vera Hall; I need a moment to process this.]

The internet may have amnesia, but the records don’t.

Another netizen took screenshots from the comments section of Ying Luwei’s Weibo posts, compiled them, and published them.

Especially that one sentence—

Luwei is going to play “Sun and Moon,” do you want to play “Holy War,” “Song of Jade Ice Cui,” or both?

[I’m dying, why do Ying Luwei’s fans always beg for something only to get slapped in the face? How’s their dignity now?]

[The funniest part is that they handed over the knife to someone else, only to have it used to stab their own fans.]

[After all this, they still continue to be fans?]

The buzz on Weibo grew louder and louder, and as the people involved, the fans naturally couldn’t have missed it.

What awaited them was a shocking blow that left them dumbfounded.

[@TheStrongestWhistleblowerV: Some kind-hearted passerby has delivered more juicy gossip, let me share it with you all.]

Attached to this post was a recording.

“Enough already, I’m really fed up with my fans, they’re dumber than one another, and if it weren’t for their crazy behavior under Ying Zijin’s Weibo, would I have to leave the internet?”

“It’s all quite simple, really. Those elementary and middle school students are so easy to brainwash. Just a little marketing and they believe anything, tsk, so stupid.”

This was Ying Luwei’s voice.

Beneath the recording was a special authentication image.

This Weibo post truly kicked off a mass unfollowing phenomenon.

Inside the Great Hall of Shanghai City.

Ying Luwei’s agent could only watch in disbelief as the hashtag #MassUnfollowingAndBacklash# quickly topped the trending list.

In the super-topic area, it was a vast expanse of people publicly renouncing their fandom.

This time, it was the kind where no one was left.

[I really couldn’t help crying tonight, it’s just too much to bear. We charged into the fray for her, and she thinks of us fans as fools!]

[Everything was fake, her persona was fake, her piano skills were fake, even her usual care for us was fake!!!]

[In her eyes, are we just a crop of leeks to be harvested over and over? I couldn’t attend the concert tonight because I had class, but I bought ten tickets for the online performance, haha, it’s like feeding dogs.]

Ying Luwei was still unaware of everything that was happening online.

She slumped in the piano chair, lacking the strength to even stand up.

She saw those famous pianists she had invited to her side, their eyes cold and disgusted.

She also saw her loyal fans, who didn’t even want to glance at her as they left their seats.

Ying Luwei’s hands and feet were icy cold; she shivered as she looked up fiercely at the girl, her eyes red: “You did this on purpose… you did it on purpose!”

No wonder Ying Zijin had agreed to her — it was because she was waiting for this very moment!

Ying Zijin didn’t give Ying Luwei another look; she took the coat Fu Yunshen handed her and walked down.

Afterward, the four attendants who had brought up the golden piano carried it back down.

“Luwei…” The agent approached her, his voice weary, “This time, it’s truly hopeless.”

He placed the phone in front of Ying Luwei to show her the Weibo reactions.

[@YingLuweiV, trash, I’m going to sue you for fraud, you just wait!]

[@YingLuweiV, consider me blind for ever liking such a vicious woman.]

[@YingLuweiV, heard you have hemophilia? A socialite from a wealthy family scamming students for money, I hope the illness defeats you soon.]

Upon seeing that explosive Weibo post, Ying Luwei’s eyes widened in horror, she shrieked, “What’s this? Quick! Delete it now!”

How could there be a recording of words she had only spoken in private to her agent?!

“Luwei, it’s no use,” the agent shook his head helplessly, “Your fanbase has already abandoned you, and now they’re banding together to sue you for fraud.”

He sighed deeply, his legs growing weak as well.

Ying Luwei was known as the number one socialite of Shanghai City, with forces from all sides rallying to protect her — who could have imagined such a day would come?

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Moreover, everything seemed to have erupted at the same point in time.

This was somewhat strange.

The agent had a vague premonition that the real events had not yet occurred.

**

Outside the Great Hall.

The fans were too ashamed to stay and had all left.

“Daddy Ying, you’re amazing,” Xiu Yu gave a thumbs-up. “I thought you were just going to play something random, but you delivered three pieces instead.”

Ying Zijin yawned, “Just to satisfy them.”

She really was playing randomly.

Diviners cannot divine for themselves.

If she had known that there would be such a day, she would never have composed them in the first place.

“Young lady,” Zhuo Lanhan came over from the other side, smiling kindly, “Do you have time for a chat?”

Ying Zijin nodded, but before she could speak, a furious roar erupted.

“Old Lady Zhuo!” Sheng Qingtang hurried over, “Don’t you try to take her from me; this was settled by our Hua Country Calligrapher Association, you must not interfere.”

“So it’s you, Old Playful Child,” Zhuo Lanhan gave him a glance, smiling faintly, “Don’t forget, you were the one who told me to remember to come.”

Sheng Qingtang was about to explode with anger.

His intention was only to have someone come and support the Little Divine Doctor, but now it turned into this situation?

He had known Zhuo Lanhan for many years, knew that she was always mild, but when she became resolute, no one could withstand her.

“This is not right, not right at all!” Berg became anxious, “How did this become something for your Calligraphers Association? She belongs to our Royal Academy of Arts.”

“Beat it, what’s it got to do with you, a foreigner?” Another one joined in, and Sheng Qingtang grew even angrier, “Don’t you have your own people in Oceania? Stop snatching our Hua Country talent.”

“So what? Music knows no boundaries.”

Bart was left gaping in astonishment.

My God.

He finally understood why Berg had insisted on bringing him along—it really was a talent grab?

“Gentlemen, there’s no need to rush,” Fu Yunshen raised a hand, “It’s too late today, but there is a celebration banquet tomorrow. If the gentlemen don’t mind, you are welcome to come, and we can discuss this matter then.”

Sheng Qingtang was about to speak, but when he saw that Ying Zijin was about to doze off, he held back.

“Old Playful Child, just you wait,” Berg left with those words. “I’ll call my colleagues right now.”

Fu Yunshen lifted the girl’s head from his shoulder with one hand: “Yaoyao, let’s go home and sleep.”

Ying Zijin’s phoenix eyes were hazy, and her voice was soft, “Hmm, you can carry me—”

Fu Yunshen’s gaze paused for a moment, and when he looked up again, his expression was composed, “There are too many people.”

Ying Zijin pressed her forehead.

This was not good; she had to walk on her own again.

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go,” Master Zhong felt exhilarated, even finding pigs pleasant to the eye, “I’ll treat everyone tomorrow.”

“Zijin!” Zhong Manhua finally came to her senses, a bit frazzled, “Zijin, wait for Mommy.”

But the girl quickly disappeared around the corner, protected by a crowd.

Not even leaving a silhouette behind.

Regret filled Zhong Manhua’s heart even more, and her chest felt as if it were being pricked by needles.

She pursed her lips, called for the driver, and returned to the old residence of the Ying Family.

**

The next day.

Early in the morning, Zhong Manhua arose from her villa, where she alone was the mistress, with her head still in a daze.

The scenes from yesterday had a profound impact on her.

Be it Berg or Sheng Qingtang, both were masters in their fields, individuals who would not come unless they wished it themselves.

Yet now, they were almost coming to blows over Ying Zijin.

Zhong Manhua couldn’t settle down until the butler knocked and presented her with a letter.

“Madam, a letter for you just arrived, it’s related to…” he hesitated before continuing, “the Second Miss.”

Zhong Manhua’s spirit perked up: “Bring it here.”

The butler paused, then handed it over.

He had thought that Madam would not even look at it upon hearing the Second Miss’s name.

What was different this time…?

But the affairs of the mistress were not for the butler to pry into, so he stood by waiting.

Zhong Manhua eagerly tore open the letter.

She was convinced that it must be written by someone amongst the likes of Sheng Qingtang.

After all, the Ying Family was Ying Zijin’s true home.

Zhong Manhua extracted the paper from the envelope and read the first line.

[Regarding the matter of Miss Luwei secretly taking Miss Zijin out of the house and abandoning her—]