Chapter 69 The Mother of the "Chicken Baby"

Yan Songyu's cold, barely concealed voice rang out behind the girl in the green dress. Her body, which had already stiffened because of Feifei's appearance, took two steps back under Yan Songyu's stern gaze, fell to the ground, and accidentally twisted her ankle.

A sharp pain shot through her, and the girl sat on the ground clutching her foot, her face pale and tears streaming down her face. It was hard to tell whether it was from the pain or the fear. If you looked closely, you could see that she was trembling slightly. In short, she looked extremely pitiful!

Zhou Mu was helped up by Fei Fei, who clapped her hands and gave a reassuring smile, "I'm fine, she's not very strong."

Seeing Feifei's still worried face, she couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth. She had suffered many injuries since she was a child, and being pushed was nothing, not even breaking the skin.

Zhou Mu spun around and even jumped a few times, "See, I'm really okay!"

Yan Songyu glanced at Feifei and Zhou Mu, then turned her gaze to the girl on the ground. "I don't bully children. I'll call your parents to come and talk."

The girl looked up in terror, her eyes pleading, "Can, can you not look for my mom and dad? I, I apologize to you."

Yan Songyu didn't soften her heart just because she felt sorry for her. "No, if you act like this and your parents don't come, we won't be able to explain ourselves. Who knows what rumors you'll spread about us after you turn around?"

The girl trembled even more violently upon hearing this; she seemed terrified of her parents.

Although Feifei felt sorry for the girl crying, she ignored her because the girl had spread rumors about her and her mother behind her back and pushed Mumu. She then pulled Zhou Mu to stand next to Yan Songyu.

Just then, another series of footsteps came from around the corner; there were many people.

It turns out that the girl in the purple dress had already run off to find help when Yan Songyu and Feifei appeared.

A woman wearing a white Chanel quilted dress with a fitted waist and eight-centimeter heels rushed to the girl's side. "Weiwei, how are you?"

She looked very anxious and took the girl's hand to check, "Where are you hurt? Is your hand okay? Can you still compete?"

The girl named Weiwei just looked at her mother with red eyes, her fear even greater than when she was facing Yan Songyu.

Seeing that the girl's hand was unharmed, she finally turned her attention to Yan Songyu, the only adult present. "Madam, you are an adult. What did Weiwei do to offend you that made you lay a hand on her?"

"Make a move?"

Yan Songyu's opinion of the mother and daughter plummeted. No wonder they raised a child who spread rumors and slandered others at such a young age; it turned out to be a family tradition.

"I didn't lay a hand on her."

Yan Songyu pointed to the surveillance camera not far away, "There are surveillance cameras here. We can find out who is right and who is wrong just by watching them."

The people from the organizing committee who came with him recognized Yan Songyu and quickly stepped forward to mediate, "President Yan, it's not appropriate to talk business in such a public place. Why don't we go somewhere else?"

The woman's expression changed as soon as she heard the organizing committee member call Yan Songyu "President Yan". She had learned about the participants' family situations beforehand, and Yan Songyu was someone she, a piano teacher, couldn't afford to offend. She had even wondered if Yan Songyu was sending her daughter there to gain prestige.

"Let's go then." Yan Songyu pulled Feifei and the organizing committee members to the lounge, while Feifei held tightly to Zhou Mu.

The organizing committee was very efficient. When they arrived at the lounge, there were already people waiting inside with their laptops. Yan Binghua and Feng Yu, who had come to cheer on Feifei, were also there.

Yan Binghua looked at them with concern. "I heard you had a conflict with someone. Are you and your daughter alright?"

"It's alright, Dad," Yan Songyu replied, giving Feng Yu a reassuring look.

The organizing committee pulled up the surveillance footage, which clearly showed that Zhou Mu encountered Li Shuwei and Ou Xingran in the corridor in front of the restroom. Li Shuwei accused Yan Songyu of bribing the organizers and claimed that Feifei's results were fake and that she was the predetermined champion.

Zhou Mu was furious and demanded an apology from her, but was instead humiliated. The two then had a verbal argument, during which Li Shuwei angrily pushed Zhou Mu to the ground.

Yan Songyu and Zhou Mu arrived just in time. Feifei went to help Zhou Mu, while Yan Songyu only said a few words. Li Shuwei's sprained ankle was also due to her own carelessness.

"Weiwei, you hurt your foot?" Li Shuwei's mother exclaimed in surprise, her face changing drastically. She sounded very concerned about her daughter's health, but her next question shocked everyone: "How is your foot? Can you step on the pedals accurately? Can you still compete?"

Indeed, if she truly cared about her daughter, how could she not have noticed that Li Shuwei was limping the entire way back to the lounge?

Perhaps the only one who wasn't surprised was Zhou Mu. Zhou Yue always beat and scolded her, just like Li Shuwei's mother. In Zhou Mu's opinion, it was already quite good that she didn't care about her.

Li Shu gritted her teeth and looked timidly at her mother, "It hurts."

"Doctor! Where's the doctor?" Li Shuwei's mother excitedly grabbed a member of the organizing committee. "Quickly call a doctor to check Weiwei's foot! She has to go on stage for the competition later!"

The man broke free from Li Shuwei's mother's grasp, rubbed his shoulder which had been pinched so hard, and said, "Ms. Li, please don't get agitated. We've already called a doctor, they'll be here soon."

While waiting for the doctor, Yan Songyu and the others did not speak. They did want to seek justice, but they were not in a hurry. They had time to wait for the girl to have her foot checked. However, Li Shuwei and her daughter started making a scene on their own.

Li Shuwei's mother surrounded her and started scolding her, "Why can't you be more sensible? You're always causing trouble for me, a coward, always cowering. Someone just said one sentence and you got scared and sprained your ankle. Now look what's happened, it affected the competition for a while. Let's see what you're going to do now."

Li Shuwei, who had been keeping her head down, suddenly became assertive, "Let's have a competition! If we can't win, then we don't have to!"

Li Shuwei's mother glared at her, her hand holding the bag poised to strike. "What kind of attitude is this, Li Shuwei!"

Li Shuwei trembled with fright, but stubbornly refused to admit her mistake.

Others could also see that the mother and daughter had a conflict, and the conflict was over the piano; it was another case of a mother who was pushing her child too hard.

Just then, the doctor arrived, and Li Shuwei's mother swallowed the words she was about to say, giving up her seat so the doctor could apply an ice pack to Li Shuwei's already red and swollen ankle.

Li Shuwei's mother asked the doctor anxiously, "How is Li Shuwei's foot? Will she be able to compete later?"

The doctor looked at her with surprise before saying, "It's not very serious. She'll be fine in a couple of days. But if she insists on playing today, it might worsen her injury."

The doctor gently advised Li Shuwei's mother to give up the competition, but Li Shuwei's mother seemed not to understand, saying, "Please help her deal with this as soon as possible, so as not to affect today's competition."

The doctor could only say frankly, "With a foot injury, your child will definitely not be as flexible as when healthy, and the competition results may not be ideal. For the sake of your child's health, I personally suggest that you have your child withdraw from the competition."

"No!" Li Shuwei's mother screamed, almost lifting the roof off the room. "No, you absolutely cannot withdraw from the competition!"