Chapter 207: Questioning and Favoritism
Translator: Endless Fantasy Translation Editor: End loss Fantasy Translation
However, Rong Qi on rhe stage finally spoke again.
With a determined gaze, Rong Qi looked directly at Rong Feiyu and spoke firmly, “Rong Feiyu, you said that you composed this piece. Can you answer a few questions 1 have?”
Caught off guard, Rong Feiyu’s heart skipped a beat, and she reluctantly nodded under rhe gaze of the audience.
With a slight smile, Rong Qi asked, “First question, where did you write this composition?”
Rong Feiyu’s mind was on edge, fearing that Rong Qi’s questions might have traps. Rong Feiyu stammered, ”1-1 wrote it at home.”
“Oh? And when did you finish writing it?”
“I-I spent over three months and put in a lot of effort to complete it.”
“Then, may 1 ask, what inspired you to come up with such a wonderful melody?” Rong Qi’s questions followed one after another, each sharper than the last.
Rong Feiyu’s forehead began to sweat, and she looked at Rong Qi with hatred, “I had a dream, and I immediately got up ro write down the inspiration.”
Ir was just an oral statement anyway. No one else would know. Besides, there was no date on rhe old paper Rong Qi showed. I don’t believe Rong Qi could prove ir was written by her grandfather!’ Rong Feiyu thought.
On the stage, Rong Qi’s voice echoed once again. She smirked and said, “But what 1 know is different from what Rong Feiyu just said. This composition is from my grandfather s hand forty-two years ago.”
Before anyone could question her, Rong Qi had Ding Ding put up the picture she sent him earlier.
In the image, an old piece of paper was shown, and the musical score on ir was identical ro the one they had just played.
Rong Feiyu’s face turned pale, and she defended herself, “There’s no date on it. Who knows if you found some scrap paper and copied it on?!”
Rong Qi smiled, “Bur this scrap paper is from several decades ago, and the factory sropped producing it long ago. It has disappeared from the market. What makes you think I can find such a piece of scrap paper ro frame you? Or, why do you think 1 could copy such faded writing?”
The image was enlarged, and the blurred ink could still faintly reveal its age. Though ir seemed ro be well preserved, ir could not withstand rhe erosion of time.
Rong Feiyu’s face lost all color, and she could not utter another word, listening to the whispers and pointing around her, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.
Tears welled up in Rong Feiyu’s eyes, and she looked pitifully at Su Yifan and the others. She said, “I didn’t plagiarize, please believe me.”
Even Su Yifan, who was previously wavering, could nor help bur feel dissatisfied with Rong Qi’s actions. His face turned cold, and he stepped forward, loudly proclaiming, “As we all know, Rong Qi, you’re just a retard. Do you think you can make people believe you by casually producing a piece of paper? Although these things have disappeared, they could still be found if someone is determined. Why should we believe your so-called physical evidence and deny the gifted Feiyu’s talent? Exactly, you’re just a clueless fool about music. Who would believe you? Is your purpose in doing this to ruin Feiyu and deliberately tarnish her reputation?”
Rong Tianshi’s face grew even colder, and he looked at Rong Qi with complete disgust. He stood up and shouted, “Rong Qi! Who gave you the right to spout nonsense up there? Feiyu wrote this music piece. Everyone knows you can’t possibly do that.. Get off the stage!”