After Anya left, the air in the suite seemed to freeze.
Mu Xing stood rooted to the spot, every limb stiff.
That heart-wrenching, suppressed cry from outside the door… She stared intently at the man before her.
He was calm and composed, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Her voice trembled uncontrollably.
"The one outside the door was my elder sister, wasn't she?"
"Why did she call you a scumbag?"
Lu Cheng merely chuckled in response, then asked Mu Xing a question.
"Mu Xing, what do you think art is?"
The question was so abrupt that it seemed to immediately push back all of Mu Xing's accusations.
She was stunned by the question.
Lu Cheng didn't expect her to answer and continued speaking to himself.
"Is it like your elder sister, using perfect technique to play notes without a single flaw?"
"No."
His tone carried contempt.
"That's technique, it's a product, not true art."
"True art is only born from the most extreme emotions—love, hate, jealousy, madness, despair…"
"It must be heart-wrenching!"
"It must make one's soul tremble!"
He suddenly looked at Mu Xing, his voice full of allure.
"Your elder sister is good at everything."
"But her life has been too smooth, too perfect."
"There is no pain in her music."
"Art without pain is just a corpse with an empty shell."
"On the Tchaikovsky Competition stage, she will be crushed by those artists who have truly experienced pain."
[Ding! The host's Charm Aura has activated, Mu Xing believes the host's logic!]
You little thing, you tried to scheme against me?
Then I'll follow suit and scheme against your sisters!
Mu Xing listened to his words, wanting to refute, she opened her mouth, but found herself speechless.
Although what he said sounded like twisted logic, it also made so much sense.
Lu Cheng showed a playful smile.
"So, I confessed to your elder sister, making her feel unprecedented sweetness…"
"And then, just now, together, we plunged her into pain."
His aura was strong, invading her senses again and again, making her unable to resist.
"Mu Xing, I'm actually helping her…"
"I am playing the role of a scumbag she hates to her core."
"And you, are playing the role of a pitiful younger sister used by me."
"You are already in the game."
Mu Xing's pupils trembled violently.
"You're crazy… She'll hate us to death! She'll break down!"
"Yes!"
Lu Cheng's eyes grew brighter.
"We want your sister to suffer and break down, so she can truly perform with her soul!"
"Then, when she wins, you go and tell her the truth."
"Tell her that all of this was just a play we orchestrated together to help her win the championship."
"Only we can accomplish this."
Lu Cheng was still so seductive.
"Mu Xing, are you willing… to become my accomplice?"
"And with me, complete this greatest performance that will allow your sister to reach the pinnacle and become a legend?"
Accomplice?
She felt a mysterious force driving her, telling her to agree!
Finally, she reluctantly nodded… On the day of the Tchaikovsky Competition finals.
The atmosphere backstage was exceptionally tense.
Anya, who had been missing all night, still appeared on time.
The moment she appeared, she became the center of attention.
Because her complexion was very poor, as pale as paper.
Those eyes, once filled with tenderness, now only held an unresolvable sadness.
She ignored everyone, including Jiang Chen, who had been following her.
She just stood alone, quietly holding her violin.
As if holding the only thing in this world she could rely on.
An aura of coldness radiated from her, warning others to keep their distance.
Soon, it was her turn to take the stage.
Under the spotlight, she stood alone, her figure so frail it seemed she might shatter at any moment.
She was still playing the piece Jiang Chen had composed for her.
However—
The moment the first note flowed from the strings, the entire concert hall, everyone, held their breath!
That sound was no longer perfect technique.
It was a tearing!
Every note carried blood, carried tears!
Carried the piercing pain of betrayal!
The towering rage of being deceived!
The endless despair of unrequited love!
And that queenly pride, crushed yet unyielding!
Her music was no longer mere skill.
It was a living, bleeding soul!
Exposing her inner sorrow to all the audience and judges present.
The piece ended.
The bow fell.
The entire concert hall plunged into a suffocating silence.
Immediately after.
What followed was not applause.
But the intermittent sobbing sounds coming from various corners of the audience!
Her music broke through everyone's inner defenses!
It drew everyone present into the world of that piece, leaving only sadness, coldness, and pain… There was no suspense.
Anya, with an overwhelming performance, simultaneously won both the [Gold Medal] and the [Special Award for Outstanding Performer] at this Tchaikovsky Competition.
During the media interview, countless flashes focused on her still cold and beautiful face, but failed to elicit even a hint of a smile.
A reporter squeezed forward and held a microphone to her mouth.
"Master Anya, your performance today carried unprecedented emotional power!"
"Can you tell us what inspired such an astonishing transformation in you?"
Anya held the cold trophy, looking at the camera expressionlessly.
A hint of self-mockery flashed in her eyes, followed by deep-seated hatred.
She organized her words and slowly began to speak.
Her voice was not loud, but it clearly spread throughout the world via the microphone.
"Perhaps…"
"It's a certain… scumbag who just taught me what heartbreak means."
…This statement was no less than an exploding nuclear bomb.
Instantly, it detonated global public opinion!
#ViolinQueenAnyaEncountersAScumbag#
#WhoMadeOurMusicQueenCry#
#GlobalManhuntForScumbagWhoHurtAnya#
Countless topics, within minutes, frantically dominated the trending topics of social media in various countries!
Innumerable fans and netizens were filled with righteous indignation, transforming into Sherlock Holmes, vowing to drag out this "unforgivable" scumbag for a public trial across the entire internet!