Qin Wenrou looked through the crowd ahead and saw that the person squeezed at the very front was actually the back of Jun Ruyi’s head.
She had just seen Jun Ruyi downstairs and would definitely not mistake her.
Even Jun Ruyi couldn’t get tickets to go in and had to stand outside the hall, squeezed together with everyone else to listen to the performance. Who exactly is this pianist?
Qin Wenrou felt even more curious.
There was even a faint sense of... excitent.
This master is even more impressive than Duanmu Heiying, if she could hitch a ride on such connections...
Fueled by this determination, she stood at the stairway, unable to return to her own concert—even though the audience had all left, going back would an playing to empty air.
She listened until the final piece was finished.
The hall seed to still echo with the lingering sound.
Thunderous applause continued for a long ti.
Finally, the doors of the VIP concert hall opened.
The concert had ended, and logically, the audience should be leaving now.
However, no one walked out from the concert hall; instead, they stood up and applauded desperately, unwilling to stop. So even tearfully requested: "Please, Mr. Yun, play one more."
And on the stage, a clear voice slowly said: "Sorry. Next ti."
Qin Wenrou’s mind was shaken.
Mr. Yun?
But this voice...
She glanced inside through the door from afar.
She saw Qin Xiaoshuang in a sky-blue suit, holding a guitar and taking a bow.
Beside him, Qin Xin in a sky-blue suit with long trousers, stood up from the piano, wearing a mask covering her face, hands in pockets, standing there with an unidentifiable gender.
To those who don’t know, they would certainly think she was a boy.
But at the last Lark Orchestra concert, Qin Wenrou already knew that Mr. Yun was Qin Xin herself.
This pianist who was as handso as a boy was Qin Xin!
This person who casually and indifferently rejected the audience’s request was Qin Xin!
The rejected audience wasn’t angry at all, instead eagerly asked: "Mr. Yun, so when is next ti?"
Qin Xin’s eyes softened a little and looked at Qin Xiaoshuang: "Next ti, when he is available."
The crowd: "Wow..."
So the master gave this little brother a platform, to support him.
Suddenly, enthusiastic eyes focused on Qin Xiaoshuang: "Little brother, you must hold more and more concerts, we will surely rush to buy tickets."
Qin Xiaoshuang had never received such grand admiration and attention.
He knew all of this was given to him by his sister and brother-in-law, giving him the chance to stand in the center of the stage.
He looked gratefully at Qin Xin, then at his brother-in-law, who never stepped out from backstage, words couldn’t express his current feelings.
Soon, the crowd made way for Qin Xin and Qin Xiaoshuang to walk first.
This was an unprecedented grand occasion for a concert.
Whether it was President Jun, Mrs. Nalan in the front row, or the principals, noble ladies, business tycoons in the rows behind, all patiently waited for Qin Xin to leave before getting up to exit.
This respect was not just because it was Mr. Yun, Xinghe, Xihe, Q Emperor, Queen... those identities that commanded them to attend the concert.
But Qin Xin’s music deeply moved their souls, making them sincerely admire her.
President Jun sighed, "What is a national treasure, this is a national treasure..."
Qin Xin wrapped her arm around Qin Xiaoshuang’s hand, walking out of the crowd, receiving nurous admiring glances along the way.
Of course, there was also a fierce "admiring glance" from Jun Ruyi.
Mrs. Nalan couldn’t recognize "Mr. Yun", but Jun Ruyi recognized her imdiately.
After all, an enemy focuses far more on you than a companion does.
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