Every word the boy uttered was clearly heard by everyone present, and when the last syllable fell, the huge studio was even silent for two seconds.

Then came a series of exclamations. Watching the drama unfold in person was far more exciting than watching it online. Some people were so shocked that they were speechless, their mouths agape.

"Holy crap, this is amazing!"

"If I heard correctly, Lin Qingyan meant that he is the real son of the An family, and An Nanyi is an imposter, a real-life case of a switched prince?!"

"I knew it!!!! Yan Yan and An Jing look more like brothers, An Nanyi doesn't look like An Jing at all!!! They're not even in the same league!"

"If Annan really did such a thing, it would be absolutely disgusting!"

The people most shocked were An's parents and An Jing. They had raised their son for nineteen years, only to be suddenly told that he was not their biological son, and that their biological son was someone else.

The An family couple stared blankly and in shock at the boy in the wheelchair on the stage. The large screen behind them clearly showed his appearance: his head was wrapped in gauze, his face was pale, and his eyes were watery, cold and calm.

Those were peach blossom eyes that looked very similar to Song Shuman's. Not only the eyes, but the more they looked at the child, the more familiar and endearing his appearance seemed. His eyes, nose, mouth... that face looked like An Lingkang, and also like Song Shuman.

"He...he's really our son?"

Song Shuman covered her mouth in disbelief, her mind buzzing, her eyes already red and moist, her throat choked, and she managed to utter with great difficulty, "I don't know..."

On the other side, An Jing, sitting in the mentor's seat, stared blankly at the people on the stage without saying a word. He suddenly remembered something Lin Qingyan had once said to him.

He said, "I wish I had a brother like you."

"I don't understand what you're saying at all. I am my parents' biological son. What makes you say that? Do you have any proof?" An Nanyi spoke loudly, but even so, he couldn't hide the panic in his tone.

"Evidence? Does what the person involved said count?" Lin Qingyan said. "I have a video here, do you want to take a look?"

If he wasn't absolutely certain, why would he be sitting here exposing Annanyi in front of everyone? He wanted everyone to see Annanyi's true colors.

Lu Yuqi had already opened the video on his phone. The video showed Qin Qiushui, the nurse from back then. Her voice was choked with emotion, her tone repentant, and every word she uttered caused a huge uproar at the scene.

"I am Qin Qiushui. Nineteen years ago, I was a nurse in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the First People's Hospital of Nancheng."

"That was nineteen years ago in winter. A major traffic accident occurred, which injured many people. There were vacancies in the hospital. At that time, a pregnant woman named Zhou Yuelan was about to give birth, but there were no empty beds in the hospital."

"It just so happens that Mrs. An, who is also the wife of the current chairman of the An Group, also went into labor that day, so she and Zhou Yuelan stayed in the same ward."

"Madam An is a good person, but good people don't always get good rewards..."

“I also learned about this from Zhou Yuelan. Her husband was a scoundrel who only knew how to eat, drink, gamble, and whore. The family was very poor. She told me that she didn’t want her newborn son to suffer, so she gave me several thousand yuan and begged me to help her… switch the identities of her newborn son and the son of the An family.”

"...Nineteen years have passed, and I've finally told the truth. I'm sorry, so sorry. I'm sorry to the An family, and even more sorry to the An family's youngest son who was switched at birth..."

Each word was like countless needles pricking An's parents' hearts.

They remembered that this incident did indeed happen back then, and that Song Shuman had indeed helped this woman named Zhou Yuelan at the hospital.

As a mother herself, Song Shuman felt sorry for Zhou Yuelan, who was pregnant alone and helpless. She not only gave her a room in the hospital but also shared any supplements or fruits she had with her, helping her in every way.

But unexpectedly...

Song Shuman trembled all over, gripping her husband's arm tightly, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. "How could this happen... Why did she do this? Why..."

An Lingkang's throat tightened, and he couldn't speak, but his body trembled uncontrollably. He stared intently at the boy in the wheelchair, his eyes already reddening.

That's his son...

With one piece of solid evidence after another, the audience at the scene could no longer remain calm, and some fans even burst into tears.

"Waaah... Yan Yan is so pitiful, my heart aches for him. His identity has been usurped by An Nanyi for nineteen years. He is the young master of the An family, how wronged he must be..."

"I was completely dumbfounded. I didn't realize that such a melodramatic plot could happen in real life."

"Is this really not acting?"

"So it turns out Annan Yi was just an imposter, a fake young master."

"Judging from what Yan Yan said, An Nanyi already knew her identity, which is why she targeted Yan Yan at every turn, even threatening Li Chuan and causing Yan Yan to get hurt. My God, how could there be such a person!"

...

"No, no... I'm not an imposter, I'm the youngest son of the An family, I always have been!"

An Nanyi never expected that Lin Qingyan would dare to say these things on the recording site, and also... why did Lin Qingyan have these recordings and videos?

He looked around at the people in a daze, surrounded by a jumble of voices. After a moment of stunned silence, he quickly walked toward the audience and stood in front of An Lingkang and Song Shuman.

An Nan looked at them, tears welling in his eyes, his voice trembling and choked with sobs, "Mom and Dad, don't believe what he said. I'm your favorite youngest son, aren't I?"

Song Shuman was still crying, her eyes filled with sadness and disbelief. She even shook her head slightly and looked away from An Nanyi.

She choked back tears and said, "I don't know..."

Standing before her was her youngest son, whom she had cherished for nineteen years. She had never doubted his identity until today, when the truth was laid bare before her, and she was completely unprepared.

An Lingkang was preoccupied with comforting his grieving wife, and only glanced at An Nanyi. His tear-filled eyes no longer held the kind and loving smile they once had, but only disappointment and sadness.

Annan stared at them blankly. This was clearly not how it was supposed to be. His parents had just been so happy and excited, clapping and cheering for him. Why had it turned out like this?

"Annanyi, didn't you already know you were an imposter? What are you pretending for?"

Looking at An Nanyi's reaction, Lu Yuqi watched as if he were watching a show, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "We have a recording here, would you like to listen to it?"

He only found out about these things today. No wonder Lin Qingyan has been acting strangely lately. If it were him, he would have torn this beautiful white lotus to shreds long ago. Why wait until today?

The audience, who were just watching the drama unfold, expressed their anticipation.

"What? There's even a recording?"

"Holy crap, what's it this time?"

"This is adding insult to injury; they're trying to crush Annanyi."

"Play the recording! Play the recording!"

Amidst everyone's anticipation, Lu Yuqi played the recording. It was the voice of a middle-aged man, sounding frivolous and irreverent.

“Annanyi? He already knew whose child he was two years ago. I had to go to the school to find him and tell him.”

“That kid has lived a good life with a rich family for a few years, and he doesn’t know who his father is anymore. He’s reluctant to ask me for money. He’s not as good as my cheap son, at least he can be beaten and scolded at will.”

"Oh right, that kid gave me tens of thousands of yuan two years ago, telling me to stop Lin Qingyan from continuing his studies, saying he was an eyesore. Lin Qingyan refused, so I just dragged him out of the classroom. What's the use of studying so much?"

"Boss, I've said everything I needed to say. Can I have the check for 100,000 yuan now?"

The recording has ended.

Needless to say, everyone can guess that the person speaking is Lin Qingyan's adoptive father and An Nanyi's biological father, that scoundrel who only knows how to eat, drink, gamble, and whore.

This recording contains a lot of information.

First, Annan knew his identity two years ago.

Secondly, even though he knew the truth, he chose not to tell the An family and instead continued to be the young master of the family.

Third, not only that, he also deliberately targeted Lin Qingyan, the real child of the An family, preventing him from continuing his schooling.

"My God, this has completely shattered my worldview!"

How could there be such a vicious person!

"I'm not a fan anymore! How can someone like that be an idol!"

"Lin Qingyan is really pitiful, and so are the An family. They raised her for nineteen years and she ended up with such a heartless wretch. Their own child is suffering in someone else's home."

...

Meanwhile, in a corner unnoticed by everyone, Gu Fei stood quietly, his thin lips slightly pursed, his deep, calm eyes covered with a layer of frost.

Even though it wasn't the first time he'd heard Lin Jianxiang say these things, he was still furious because the person being bullied was Lin Qingyan, the precious darling he wanted to cherish and protect for the rest of his life.

But when his gaze fell upon the boy in the wheelchair on the stage, the cold and gloomy emotion between the man's brows vanished instantly, and his stern facial features softened.

Seemingly noticing Gu Fei's gaze, Lin Qingyan glanced in that direction, then stood up, faced the audience, and bowed deeply.

"I'm sorry for taking up the recording time of the program."

After he finished speaking, he stopped looking at An Nanyi's reaction and dared not look at the audience and the mentors' seats, because his biological parents and brother were standing there.

Speaking the truth in front of so many people had exhausted all his courage. He clenched his trembling hands tightly and said calmly and with restraint:

"Yuqi, let's go."

"Um."

As the two figures were about to disappear from the stage, An Jing, as if waking from a dream, quickly chased after them, calling out, "Yan Yan!!"

"Yan Yan...Quick, go after them!"

Song Shuman hurriedly pulled her husband towards the stage.