On Saturday, the Ace Concert Hall is hosting a piano competition for the capital city.

As Hengqian, seated on the stage, struck the last key, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

She raised a dignified and elegant smile, gracefully rose to the front of the stage to bow, and the maid waiting below carefully helped her down the stairs.

"I'm exhausted. Where's Aunt Mary?"

The maid lifted her skirt: "She's been waiting for you in the lounge. She brought your favorite pastries."

"The task I asked her to do?"

"Ms. Mary brought photographs."

Hengqian smiled with satisfaction upon hearing the answer. Several audience members walked down the aisle, and Hengqian received their praise along the way. Among them were many outstanding pianists who had been invited to the concert.

Hengqian humbly thanked her, but in her heart she accepted all the praise.

Yes, this is her true level; this is where she was born to be.

These are the discerning viewers.

She lost that day simply because of bad luck.

and...

Hengqian gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, recalling the look in Musk's eyes when he looked at Mu Yiran that day.

Appreciation, amazement...

Hengqian saw it at a glance.

Musk was definitely seduced by that lowly maid!

As expected of her, she not only seduced the young master of the Shi family, but also Musk.

In aristocratic families like hers, it was common for maids to climb into their masters' beds and become the bedmates of wealthy men.

Ah, she's seen plenty of women like that.

Heng Qian cursed Mu Yiran in her heart. She pushed open the wooden door of the lounge and went in. There was no one on the sofa, and only a torn two-tiered cake on the table.

Aunt Mary would buy it every time to celebrate her successful performance.

"Aunt Mary?"

A sound came from the bathroom next door. Hengqian thought Mary was inside. She sank into the sofa, her legs swinging leisurely under her skirt. "Aunt Mary, where are the photos? Let me see them quickly."

She picked up the silver fork, and the pure white cake entered her mouth. The texture was dense and sweet. Hengqian was in a good mood and ate several bites without caring about the calories.

"Just do as you said before, speed up, lure that woman next to Shi Youxi out, and bring her to Orange."

Hengqian seemed to see that scene, her eyebrows raised, "Hey, tell the manager to find a few more black guys, ha... Musk hates those smelly black guys the most."

She'd roll around with those black guys, record the video, and see how that woman survived in Libya!

Aunt Mary's idea is excellent.

"This is the price for provoking me."

Hengqian was completely absorbed in her beautiful fantasy when the bathroom door opened. She heard Mary's voice and excitedly turned around to share her plan: "Aunt Mary, what's the name of that thing you mentioned, Qingmi?"

"Once we catch that bitch, how about we force-feed her a few more bottles? As long as she doesn't die—"

Hengqian's relaxed features froze on her face as she saw the person coming out of the bathroom. Mary was pushed out by a tall man and fell to the ground because she lost her balance.

"Miss, help me! Ugh—"

Aunt Mary, who was over forty, was wearing a handmade suit that was now torn and disheveled.

Who are you?!

"Who allowed you to come in!"

"Don't you know who I am! Let go of Aunt Mary right now—"

Mary groaned in panic, and the next second her leg was kicked. Hengqian saw a boy slowly walking out from behind the tall man in black.

Wearing a light yellow two-piece suit, the boy's skin appeared fair. He raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and his face still wore a mask-like smile.

Empty and rigid.

It was a low-lying area at that time.

Why is he here?!

Did he just... hear everything?

So now it's time to take revenge on her, for that lowly maid?

"Young Master Shi? What are you doing!"

Heng Qian forced herself to remain calm and composed. She had only been accompanied by a few maids on this trip, and the rest room was now filled with Shi Youxi's people.

Shi Youxi half-raised his arm and waved it twice soullessly, "Long time no see, I'm so annoying, classmate."

Heng Qian: "..." Who are you saying owes me money?

The boy walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down lazily, acting as if he were in his own living room. He looked at Heng Qian's expression with amusement and said, "Sit down, don't be shy."

Hengqian glanced at Old Mary, who was still lying on the ground. The door was blocked by Shi Youxi's men. This was a concert hall with excellent soundproofing, so even in the lounge, no one would hear you no matter how loudly you shouted.

In other words, she had no way to escape.

Hengqian bit her lip in humiliation and moved her buttocks reluctantly. Just as she was about to sit down, Shi Youxi, who had been watching the show from the side, changed his mind again.

"Maybe we should just forget about it. You look like a cake sitting down, it's ugly."

Hengqian: Damn it!

"Shi Youxi, what exactly do you want?"

"Don't get agitated, classmate. I just happened to come over and say hello."

That's true.

Today, Shi Youxi was just here to audition for the Grade 8 cello exam. Mu Yiran, who was watching from below the stage, went to the restroom halfway through. When Shi Youxi chased after her, he happened to see Heng Qian performing on stage, so he followed her over.

This is truly a coincidence.

Remembering that Mu Yiran was still outside, Shi Youxi stopped wasting time talking to Heng Qian: "My sister is still waiting for me outside, let's hurry up."

Shi Youxi tilted his head, his soft hair swaying with his posture. His obedient appearance was no exaggeration to describe him as an angel, but the words he spoke sounded like the low murmur of a devil's son.

"Choose one."

"Was it you who was fed the aphrodisiac, or her?"