“…”

The person on the other end of the phone didn't expect to hear this and fell silent for a moment.

Fu Yunshen was not in a hurry. He leaned back in his chair and looked out the window.

The sun is so warm that it seems to have spanned many years.

After a very long period of silence, a voice came from the phone.

"In theory, this is possible, but the probability is zero." The other side said, "This world is not what we see. It does have supernatural aspects."

Fu Yunshen hummed lightly.

The other side continued, "Otherwise, there would be no alchemy and ancient medicine and martial arts. The end of science is theology, and even now there is still no way to answer all the mysteries of life."

"So..." Fu Yunshen looked thoughtfully at the post that had received thousands of replies, "It does exist."

“I said, the possibility is zero. No matter how supernatural it is, we have to use some science.

Fu Yunshen looked lazy. He slid his mouse, refreshed the post, and scrolled to the end.

[1241F]: It’s no wonder the OP thinks this way. The music score of “La Canto della Signoria” doesn’t exist. How could Vera Hall know about it if she wasn’t the one doing it herself?

Fu Yunshen's eyes moved slightly.

yes.

He had been thinking about it for a long time ever since he heard Ying Zijin play "Holy War".

But everything requires evidence, and it is useless for him to just guess.

But for things like this, you can't really ask the person directly.

Fu Yun pondered for a moment and prepared to post.

At this time, a new post appeared.

This post is automatically marked in red, but it is not pinned.

Any ID user with an account level above SS level has this privilege.

【@只爱钱: Go away, go away, this resurrection from the dead is really ridiculous, you said there is no music score? I'm sorry, we just sold the music score a while ago, and someone in China also bought it. If you don't believe me, you can ask some people in the forum, they also bought it. 】

As long as the user is not new, there will be no user in the hidden section who does not recognize this ID.

This is the ID of the person in power of the Laurent family.

Of course, this post would not have been made by this person in power.

After all, this person in power is only interested in money, and will leave other matters to his subordinates.

When an SS-level user posts, the nok system will also alert all other users.

The forum exploded immediately.

[1st floor]: Oh shit, the big guy shows up.

【2nd floor】: What? The Laurent family has sheet music?

…

[77th Floor]: Is it strange that the Laurent family has music scores? Vera Hall is the literary and artistic giant who was sponsored by the Laurent family’s ancestors.

[78th Floor]: ...I forgot who told me that the piano piece "Song of Florence" was written by Vera Hall specifically for the Laurent family.

[79th Floor]: So that's how it is. That's not surprising. We can only say that the performer from China is a genius.

…

[109th Floor]: Damn, you are worthy of being the Laurent family, you can sell this for money?

[110th Floor]: If you sell other people's music scores, I'm really afraid that Vera will jump out of the ground and beat you to death.

The young servant who posted the message secretly wiped his sweat when he saw this reply.

If you don't say this, how can you cover it up?

That way they will be beaten to death.

The young servant returned the account and breathed a sigh of relief.

I have finally finished what was asked in the letter and can report back to my master.

The group's guess was correct, it really was Vera Hall.

Unfortunately, such things are impossible to be known to the outside world.

——

noon.

Before Jiang Moyuan finished his work, he received a call from the Jiang family's old house.

It was Old Madam Jiang who called him.

Since Mr. Jiang passed away, Mrs. Jiang moved into the Buddhist temple.

He is devoted to eating vegetarian food and worshipping Buddha, and rarely sees other people.

This was the first time that Madam Jiang called him in recent years.

Jiang Moyuan frowned.

Madam Jiang's tone was very bad, but she didn't say anything on the phone. She just asked him to come over immediately.

"Tell the others that I have something to do. The afternoon meeting will be postponed." Jiang Moyuan glanced at the watch on his wrist and called the secretary, "Be careful with that list."

The secretary nodded hurriedly, paused, and then whispered, "Third Master, Miss Lu Wei has been waiting for you outside for a long time."

Hearing this, Jiang Moyuan stopped pushing the door.

The secretary lowered his head, not knowing what to say.

What happened yesterday was really unexpected.

No one expected that an adopted daughter from the countryside could play the piano as well as those top pianists.

Ying Luwei became a joke.

Not to mention the internet storm, which exposed everything she had done.

On the surface, life seems peaceful, but inside, things are extremely vicious.

Not worthy of Jiang Moyuan at all.

"I understand." Jiang Moyuan had no expression and walked out directly.

Ying Luwei sat in the waiting area outside and cried for a long time. When she saw the man coming out, she wiped her tears and immediately rushed over to hug him, crying, "Mo Yuan!"

The secretary who followed out frowned.

In the past, this wouldn’t have been a problem.

But Ying Luwei’s reputation is so bad now, and the piano skills she is so proud of are also marketing-driven. How can she have the nerve to stick to their Third Master?

The secretary said unhappily: "Ms. Lu Wei, you——"

The rest of the words have not been said yet.

Jiang Moyuan pushed Ying Luwei away without any mercy and pulled his arms out of her arms.

Ying Luwei was stunned for a moment when her body suddenly became empty. Then she looked at him in disbelief, her voice trembling: "...Mo Yuan?"

"We haven't gotten engaged yet, we're just engaged." Jiang Moyuan looked at her with a cold look instead of the usual warmth in his eyes. "The company is a public place, please be careful."

After saying that, Jiang Moyuan didn't even look at Ying Luwei's expression. He took the suit jacket from the secretary and strode away.

The secretary walked Jiang Moyuan to the door, then turned back and smiled apologetically at Ying Luwei: "Ms. Luwei, please recognize your current situation. The Ying family will protect you, but the Jiang family will not."

The polite yet contemptuous tone was no different from the one he used to speak to Ying Zijin.

Ying Luwei's face turned pale instantly: "You...what do you mean?"

The secretary said nothing more and asked someone to ask Ying Luwei to leave.

——

When Jiang Moyuan arrived at the Buddhist temple, Old Madam Jiang was kneeling on a cushion with her back to him, worshiping Buddha.

A few minutes later, Mrs. Jiang slowly stood up and said, "Mo Yuan, there is something I think you'd better know."

Jiang Moyuan frowned: "Mom, what's wrong?"

Madam Jiang had a cold expression on her face and threw a letter in front of him: "This was delivered to the temple early this morning. Take a look for yourself."

Jiang Moyuan took it and spent a full ten minutes reading the contents of the envelope.

His body suddenly tensed up and he felt stiff for the first time.

How is it possible that...

"The Jiang family doesn't need a mistress with such a corrupt character." Madam Jiang sat down and took a sip of tea. "I was not satisfied with her in the first place. There are so many famous ladies in Shanghai. Can't we find a healthy one?"

Then she sighed, "But I can't help you liking her. If you still insist on liking her, then——"

"This matter is up to mom to decide." Jiang Moyuan interrupted Madam Jiang, "I will listen to mom in everything."

"Okay, okay." Madam Jiang finally smiled. "After all, this engagement was made by your father. It's not good for you to cancel it in front of him. Mom will help you."

Jiang Moyuan pursed his thin lips slightly.

For some reason, he felt relieved.

"We'll visit the Ying family some other day." Madam Jiang added, "Although we don't know who sent this letter, they must have known about it."

"The Ying family is also the victim in this matter. Poor Xiaoxuan, such a thing actually happened to her."

Old Madam Jiang has met many people, but she has never seen anyone as vicious as Ying Luwei since childhood.

Jiang Moyuan's lips moved but he didn't say anything.

He knew about the real and fake daughter of the Ying family, and he also knew that it was Ying Zijin who was stolen and thrown away by Ying Luwei.

That's why he felt inexplicably angry and regretful just now.

However, the Ying family had no intention of making this matter public, and there was no need for him to tell Madam Jiang.

——

After school in the afternoon, students from Class 19 went to attend Ying Zijin's celebration banquet.

When they arrived at the hotel they had booked, they were shocked.

I thought it was just an ordinary luxury restaurant, but I didn’t expect it to be Han Ge.

There are a total of eighty people attending the celebration banquet today, which is equivalent to the number of guests that Han Pavilion entertains in a month.

The younger brother was very excited. He lowered his voice and asked, "Dad Ying, are you having an affair with the owner of Han Pavilion?"

Han Pavilion doesn’t even pay attention to the wealthy families in the imperial capital. If the owner hadn’t asked them to, they would have come without a reservation.

Ying Zijin paused, she glanced thoughtfully at the man who was talking to the waiter, and said slowly: "It's not necessary to have a leg."

The younger brother was confused: "Huh?"

"One hand at most."

“…”

The younger brother scratched his head and simply stopped thinking about it: "Whatever, it's not my day to bleed anyway, I'm going to eat my fill."

He swaggered in and jumped for joy.

"Tsk, although I don't have much desire for food, Han Ge is indeed a leader in the catering industry." Xiu Yu put his hand on Ying Zijin's shoulder, "But since you love to eat so much, don't you have to find someone who can cook in the future?"

Ying Zijin glanced at her and pulled her hand away.

"..." Xiu Yu shifted her gaze and looked at Weibo. Suddenly, she shouted, "Hurry up and check Weibo. It's Ying Luwei!"