Chapter 413: She only knows that someone wants to deal with her
“I don’t know, I only know someone wants to clean her clock!” Fu Ya glared at the person on stage with hatred, snickering as she said, “That’s right, some people are such failures at being human. Disliked by everyone, no wonder they make enemies who want to get even. Just wait and watch the drama unfold.”
That’s what she said, and no matter how much Xia Xue pressed her, she refused to say more.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk; she wasn’t clear on who was going to deal with Rong Yan. She saw a few shady-looking men and women huddled together in a secluded corner of the venue, whispering and exchanging things in their hands, when she arrived earlier.
She overheard those people mentioning ‘Rong Yan,’ ‘singing,’ ‘at that time,’ ‘throw things,’ and other such words.
Fearing discovery, she left first.
But she could guess that someone had probably organized a group specifically to take Rong Yan down.
When it was Rong Yan’s turn to perform, those people were likely to throw things onto the stage.
Bearing in mind the tens of thousands of spectators in the venue, plus the live television broadcast. If Rong Yan were to face the humiliation of having things thrown at her during such a major performance, she would be embarrassed for a long time.
She was eager to see the commotion, so she had kept this to herself, afraid that someone might overhear and tip someone off, spoiling her chance to see the scene unfold.
Fu Ya’s gaze was fixed on the stage, her lips curling into a malicious smile, waiting for the moment she was eagerly anticipating
On the stage, the piano and violin sounds complemented each other like a deeply in-love couple, intimate and affectionate, until they were forced to part.
The piano’s sound grew more and more vibrant, as the stage lights gradually brightened amidst the passionate melody.
The mist cleared, revealing the stadium packed with tens of thousands to their eyes.
Qi Yue was originally playing the violin when the murmuring from the audience reached her ears, causing her fingers to tremble with nerves, mistakenly striking a wrong note.
Her heart tensed with anxiety instantly. If not on stage, she might have been scared enough to drop her violin.
What could she do when everyone else’s arrival on stage was met with thunderous applause, yet they received not a single word of support?
Would she end up letting Rong Yan down?
The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became, her palms sweating coldly. She had done well before the stage lights came on.
But after the lights brightened, she made several consecutive errors in the notes.
Rong Yan, standing not far from her, silently mouthed ‘don’t be nervous’ and used her own piano playing to cover up Qi Yue’s mistakes.
With her help, Qi Yue gradually found her way back.
It wasn’t anything particularly sensational, but at least there were no more errors. They synced up just like they had practiced below the stage.
Finally, the prelude ended.
Rong Yan adjusted the microphone near her ear and began to sing acapella.
“In deep woods, a deer is seen, in blue seas, a whale—when I awake, it’s you I see;
In deep woods, the mist ascends, in blue seas, the waves surge, as night continues post-dream—I see no deer, no whale, nor do I see you.”
Her voice was naturally clear, belonging to the rare category of refreshing minty voices among singers. Rong Yan also possessed a huskiness that others lacked, sounding somewhat like a raspy voice, yet distinctively different. Her tone was incredibly unique.
Upon hearing this different kind of singing, some people in the audience couldn’t help but lift their heads to look towards the stage.