Chapter 26: Overthrow His Harem!

Song Mo played the piano freely, as he pleased.

Inside the quiet room.

The piano sound was like a surging ocean wave.

Wave after wave!

Each following wave overtaking the one before!

He switched between scores at will, yet every switch connected perfectly with the previous performance, fusing seamlessly without a flaw!

His emotions were like a raging sea.

At times, calm and vast as an abyss.

At times, bursting with passion like a tsunami erupting!

Song Wanrou was already a piano prodigy!

At the age of 21, her piano skill had reached the Proficient level; taken in as Xia Shuqin's closed-door disciple, she possessed absolute musical sense!

She could clearly hear the perfect, flowing ease of Song Mo's piano sound.

Abundant in emotion, the pinnacle of technique.

Clearly already climbed to the pinnacle of art!

What an unimaginable thing this was!

Therefore, when something unimaginable happened right before her eyes, and felt so real.

A dreamlike feeling arose once more.

A pair of beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Song Mo.

Song Wanrou's heart had never beaten this fast before!

Thump—

Thump—

Song Wanrou's cheeks flushed; she wore a black long dress, like an incomparably beautiful black swan, lifting her slender neck high, her gaze hazy.

Art is what most conquers a prodigy.

What can conquer a prodigy is only a Master!

At this very moment, Song Wanrou resonated with Song Mo!

Even without a voice in her heart, she could feel within the piano music Song Mo poured out—those emotions, sometimes passionate and stirring, sometimes wrathful and world-weary, sometimes gentle and low.

The fury of injustice suffered in a past life, the unwillingness of having given everything yet still losing, the joy after rebirth, and now the confidence of having everything in hand, looking back on the past with pride.

Tears fell from her exquisite eyes.

The empathy with Song Mo made her feel utterly ashamed.

She could feel that although Song Mo no longer treated her coldly.

Yet in his heart.

A thorn still coiled.

What should she do.

To pull out this thorn?

Only when the piano sound gradually softened, and Song Mo's surging heart-tide calmed, did Song Wanrou calm along with it.

The piano sound ceased.

Song Mo let out a long breath.

Completely expelling the pent-up frustration in his heart as well.

He stood up, lazily stretched, and cast a sidelong glance at Song Wanrou beside him.

He got quite a fright.

The tear stains still on Song Wanrou's face.

Looked as if she had been terribly bullied.

Song Mo hurriedly walked over and helped Song Wanrou wipe her tears dry.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing her brother tense and concerned over her, Song Wanrou laughed through her tears.

"It's nothing, your sister was just moved by your piano playing."

Song Mo hadn't yet reacted.

When Song Wanrou rose on tiptoe and kissed Song Mo's forehead.

"Little brother! You're really amazing!"

"You're the god in your sister's heart!"

Song Mo smiled faintly.

It seemed Song Wanrou knew his piano skill had already advanced to 【Piano Master】?

Compared to Song Wanrou's fussing.

Song Mo appeared very calm.

In truth, he really felt this was nothing.

His footsteps could not stop here.

Before power and influence, talent appears so thin and frail.

The Piano Master skill was only helping Song Mo gain enormous fame in the short term, thereby achieving the goal of self-protection.

Besides, with the System on him, this was nothing yet!

Song Wanrou seemed to read the calm in Song Mo's emotions.

She flicked her small hand, pinching Song Mo's cheeks.

"Brother~ I adore you so much! Why are you so calm about it?!"

"Do you know what this means?"

"You'll go down in history!"

"There are so many people in the world—how many are remembered by history?"

"Come on, give your sister a smile."

Song Wanrou took this opportunity to grope him freely.

And don't even say it.

Your face is so soft!

Your skin is amazing! Full of collagen!

I just want to keep squeezing it forever!

Song Mo slapped away Song Wanrou's hand, grumbling:

"Act like a proper sister!"

"Song Wanrou, I've always felt you've been acting strange lately."

"Why didn't you ever act like this before… uh…"

"Like this—so forward?"

In Song Mo's memory, Song Wanrou had always been the gentle, well-mannered older sister—but since his rebirth, he felt she'd changed a great deal.

She was still the same Song Wanrou, but her attitude toward him felt different.

Too overly affectionate.

Song Wanrou was annoyed inside.

Why shouldn't I treat you differently?

I've always loved my brother—I just didn't dare show it before!

Now it's different. As your sister, isn't it fine if I take the initiative?

"What are you talking about, you brat!"

Song Wanrou snatched her hand back, genuinely angry.

She was really mad.

Can't you feel your sister's deep love for you?

Song Mo sighed in relief.

Song Wanrou was finally acting normal again.

When he felt her adoring gaze earlier, he'd thought she wanted to start some forbidden romance!

He couldn't afford to play that game—love always hurt whoever got involved.

After his rebirth, he only wanted to focus on building his career!

Strive to achieve success in every field!

Then crush Chen Xi's harem!

Step on his head and make him know who the real protagonist is!

After hearing Song Mo's inner thoughts,

Song Wanrou: …

Your ambitions are truly huge.

Want to achieve success in every field?

Do you think you're the chosen one?

And stop talking about "crushing" or "not crushing"—no swearing!

Not even in your mind!

Song Wanrou noticed faint signs of fatigue on Song Mo's face.

Knowing he'd been practicing intensely lately, she didn't bother with small talk.

She guided Song Mo toward the bathroom.

"Hurry up, hurry up—go wash up, then sleep right away."

"Practicing piano is so exhausting, and tomorrow you're meeting Master Liszt."

"Go rest now."

Song Mo was indeed tired.

He quickly washed up and went to sleep.

…

The next day.

A handsome man in a well-tailored tuxedo and a gentle woman in a black evening gown stepped into a taxi and headed for the Paris Grand Theater.

They got out of the taxi.

Song Wanrou carefully adjusted Song Mo's tie.

She praised: "So handsome!"

"Let's go in." Song Mo and Song Wanrou entered the Paris Theater.

The theater felt quite spacious.

The architecture was beautiful too.

But he had no other thoughts.

Inside, he saw an old man in a gentleman's suit, wearing a large top hat, surrounded by people in the center position.

Beside him were several young men.

All of them had Caucasian features.

Song Mo did not understand French or Hungarian, but knowing English was enough.

He recognized the old man surrounded by others as Master Liszt.

He performed a standard gentleman's bow.

He spoke in flawless British English:

"Master Liszt, I have traveled countless miles from Huaguo to Paris to perform for you, and I humbly ask for your guidance on my mediocre skill."

Having finished his pleasantries,

Song Mo stood modestly to one side.

Standing straight, smiling.

Master Liszt's face was aged, his long hair white, his beard thick, but his eyes were bright blue.

He studied Song Mo carefully.

He said: "I have seen the video of your performance sent to me by your student Xia Shuqin; the level you displayed is beyond the reach of your peers."

"But since it was a video, I cannot be certain if that was your true skill."

"I would like you to perform live in front of me."

"If you perform as brilliantly as in the video, I will consider taking you as my disciple."

Song Mo nodded.

He walked straight toward the piano placed at the center of the theater.

Everyone fixed their gaze on him.

(End of Chapter)