??57: An Muyao’s Humiliation
57: An Muyao’s Humiliation
Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Nan Yan paused for a mont before slowly lifting her head, eting Qin Lu’s captivating gaze.
In her mind, a question mark ford, wondering when he had returned or how he managed to enter.
Qin Lu noticed her confusion and explained, “Your door was open.”
“Oh…
Brother, is there sothing you need?” Nan Yan asked.
Qin Lu replied casually, “Nothing, I just ca to see you.”
The truth was, Old Madam Qin thought the little girl had been wronged yesterday and wanted him to spend more ti with her, comforting and caring for her.
Of course, Old Madam Qin’s intention was for the two young people to spend more ti together and foster their relationship.
Nan Yan silently pulled his hand down from her head and said calmly, “I’m not interested.
I just want to see her make a fool of herself.”
Qin Lu understood and his gaze fell upon An Muyao, who was standing on the stage.
“Can I watch with you?” he asked.
Nan Yan gritted her teeth and pushed the laptop toward the center of the two of them.
“Of course.”
The main reason was that the big shot had taken the initiative to show care, and she didn’t have the courage to refuse.
The sofa was large, but Nan Yan still shifted to the side, giving him more space.
Qin Lu sat next to her with at least fifty centiters of space between them.
The two of them sat quietly together, their gaze fixed on the screen.
The concert had already begun, but An Muyao was completely out of sorts.
Her mind was filled with those photos, which greatly affected her emotions and prevented her from remaining calm.
However, Lu Lehua, sitting in the VIP box, proudly pointed to An Muyao, claiming her as her daughter.
The accompanying socialites beside her forced smiles and made superficial complints.
anwhile, the barrage of comnts from An Muyao’s fans filled the screen.
[Goddess Yao is amazing!] [Yao Yao is the most beautiful!] [Yaoyao is kind-hearted, talented, and beautiful…]
The comnts were not only from An Muyao’s fans but also from other musicians.
However, the dense stream of comnts only served to irritate the onlookers.
Soon, the lights dimd, and the performance officially began.
At first, An Muyao managed to hold on, but as the tempo increased, she couldn’t concentrate, and mistakes started to occur.
Comnts:
[???
Was the chief violinist just there to make up the numbers?]
[With this level, it’s ridiculous that she can perform on such a stage!]
[Is this the ‘Goddess Yao’ those brainless elentary school students were praising earlier?]
[Eww, I’m going to vomit.
Such a decent performance ruined by an idiot.]
[..]
[..]
An Muyao’s fans were also dumbfounded.
They had seen her perform before, and her previous performances had been excellent.
But why was she performing so poorly this ti?
An Muyao was on the verge of going crazy.
She knew she wasn’t in the right state of mind and that this was a live performance that required her full attention.
However, she couldn’t concentrate, no matter how hard she tried.
The difference in her performance level compared to before was too great.
On the VIP box, Lu Lehua’s smile froze on her face, and her expression was full of disbelief.
The socialite beside her snidely comnted, “Madam An, your daughter’s performance was indeed quite good, but she still needs to work harder.”
Lu Lehua’s face turned red, and she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.
After the performance, An Muyao ca off the stage, and a furious Huai Youyi asked, “Yao Yao, what’s going on?”
“You said you were fine, and I believed you, but you ruined the entire performance!”
An Muyao’s face turned pale, tears welling up in her eyes as she apologized, “Teacher…
I didn’t know…
My arm was fine, but it started hurting again when I went on stage…
I’m sorry, Teacher, it’s all my fault…”
She couldn’t possibly say that she was influenced by those photos.
Fortunately, Huai Youyi knew about her arm’s pain, so claiming that it hurt again on stage seed reasonable.
“Teacher, I’m sorry…”
Huai Youyi wasn’t a domineering person, and she actually liked An Muyao.
Seeing her sincere apology and the distressed look on her pale face, she beca less angry.
After taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Huai Youyi said, “You don’t need to perform in the following acts.
Let the backup take your place.”
An Muyao clenched her teeth tightly and replied, “Okay…”
After being replaced, she had nothing to do with the remaining performances.
She had originally intended to use this performance as an opportunity to break into the international stage, but instead, she beca an international laughingstock!
The following performances continued, but Lu Lehua and An Muyao’s fans realized that An Muyao was no longer on stage.
However, knowing her previous mistakes, her fans, who had a sense of self-awareness, did not flood the barrage with comnts but instead ran to An Muyao’s account, asking her what had happened.
Lu Lehua couldn’t sit still and went backstage to find her.
When An Muyao saw Lu Lehua, she cried even harder.
“Mom…
sob sob sob…
my arm…
it’s still not right…
sob sob sob…
I ssed up everything…”
Lu Lehua had originally wanted to ask her why she had perford so poorly, but upon seeing her crying, she imdiately felt heartache.
“Yao Yao, it’s not your fault.
You’ve tried your best, and Mom knows you have the ability.”
“This ti didn’t go well, but we’ll have another chance.
Right now, the most important thing is to heal your arm!”
“But…
but I embarrassed myself in front of so many people, what should I do, Mom?” An Muyao sobbed, gasping for breath, her eyes red.
Lu Lehua hugged her and comforted her, saying, “It’s not your fault.
You were injured.
Clarify the situation on your social dia platforms, and your fans will understand.”
“Can I really do that?”
“Don’t worry, as long as your fans believe in you.
Those who are not your fans will forget about this incident in no ti.
By the ti you perform again, they might even forget who you are.”
Comforted by Lu Lehua, An Muyao finally stopped crying.
She didn’t wait for the performance to end and left directly.
anwhile, on Nan Yan’s side, she closed the live stream after An Muyao withdrew from the stage.
“Aren’t you going to watch?” Qin Lu asked casually.
Nan Yan lazily shut down her laptop and said, “No, it’s not interesting anymore.
I’ve seen enough of An Muyao embarrassing herself.”
“Brother, my new house will be ready tomorrow.
You don’t have to co to pick
up tomorrow afternoon.”
Nan Yan felt that she should inform him about moving.
After all, he had been taking care of her while she called him “brother” for so long.
She couldn’t just leave without saying anything.
“Oh…” Qin Lu’s voice didn’t reveal any emotional fluctuations.
“What about your luggage?
Shall we take it with us in the morning?”
For so reason, Nan Yan felt that the tone of the big shot’s voice seed a bit displeased.
She glanced at him, but from the surface, it seed like nothing had changed from usual.
“I can pick it up later in the evening,” she said, pausing for a mont.
“Let’s discuss it tomorrow…”
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