Chapter 29

Although he was a noble heir accustomed to grand scenes, even if the president of Piaoliang Guo stood before him, Sheldon could remain unfazed.

But he was stunned by the wave of defamation displayed by Song Mo.

"Oh God! You always surprise me when I pride myself on my composure, always shake me after I've seen every storm. Song Mo, I find it hard to judge everything that's happened to you…"

Sheldon put aside his carefree demeanor and said seriously: "But no matter what, I believe in the sincerity within your music, and I admire your character—oh, in Eastern terms, your nobility."

"Not everyone can become a Master at this age, not everyone can preserve their true self amid flattery, remain pure amidst a world of decadence and seduction."

"Master is a national honor, a treasure of the world. Though I am not from your country, I still feel enraged. This is defiling the Piano, defiling culture!"

"My friend," Sheldon asked earnestly, "do you perhaps need any modest help from me?"

Song Mo fell silent for a moment.

Far away in Huaguo, what power could Sheldon possibly have to assist him with domestic public opinion?

In truth, Sheldon truly had that ability.

Many Huaguo corporations are foreign-controlled, some even dominated entirely by foreign capital—essentially foreign companies dressed in Hanfu, packaged to appear as local Huaguo enterprises.

Sheldon meant to offer help, but indirectly wounded Song Mo's pride.

He refused: "Sheldon, I feel your sincerity and friendship, but there's a saying: family shame must not be aired abroad. Family matters are settled within the family—what kind of thing is it to ask outsiders for help?"

"Thank you again. Rest assured."

"Ignorant waves endlessly crash against the hard rock, but all is in vain—just as no storm, however fierce, can shake Taishan."

Song Wanrou stood beside him, holding his arm, her gaze gentle.

Sheldon shrugged.

"Alright, my friend from Huaguo."

"It seems I won't be able to take you to visit my estate."

"Or my yacht party—you know, I originally invited you mainly to show off in front of my friends."

"Guys! Look who it is—this is the true disciple of Liszt, the youngest Master in history!"

Song Mo smiled faintly.

This heir of a great family was truly amusing—though of course, only when you have value do others show you their wit.

A man stands on two feet, relying on himself!

Adelin wrinkled her delicate nose, as if carved from a Barbie doll and inlaid onto her face; her sapphire-blue eyes flickered with a hint of disdain.

She disliked others, yet those who saw this scene only found her adorable, unable to help but forgive all her rudeness.

Song Mo boldly guessed.

The Goddess of Beauty and the Goddess of Forgiveness must be lovers.

"Song Mo, those who slander you behind your back are surely petty people—just as every Master has countless detractors and doubters behind them."

Adelin waved her pink fist.

"But they're nothing but filthy maggots in the sewer—no threat at all. If they dare show up at the dinner table, the crowd's fury will destroy them!"

"Song Mo, you're Adelin's friend—any trouble, turn to your friend!"

"Yes, Madam." Song Mo performed a standard French military salute!

This sent Adelin into fits of laughter.

Then he bowed with a gentleman's courtesy.

"It's an honor that during my hurried trip to France, I met two friends your age—so outstanding and kind."

"It makes me feel regretful."

"Next time I come, I will insist you host me, show me the true charm of France, feel the soul of this nation!"

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Before parting, Song Mo gracefully took Adelin's hand and lightly kissed the back of her hand.

"Especially you, A Dai Lin—you are unquestionably the kindest foreigner I've ever met."

He did this.

It left all three people present uncomfortable.

Sheldon was uncomfortable.

He stared wide-eyed at Song Mo, gritting his teeth: "Song Mo, I knew you had ulterior motives!"

Song Wanrou was uncomfortable.

Her calm expression flickered with shock; her gaze toward Adelin carried an unusual scrutiny.

Adelin was uncomfortable.

Her cheeks flushed pink—this French noblewoman, famed for her romance, was deeply conservative, and now felt profound embarrassment.

At the taxi, Song Mo waved goodbye to the Allen siblings with a smile.

As the window rolled up, he saw Adelin bowing her head, while Sheldon pounded his chest in anguish, crying out something desperately.

Song Mo closed his eyes and relaxed the tension that had gripped him these past days.

A pair of gentle hands pressed against his head, guiding it toward something soft; Song Mo opened his eyes to see Song Wanrou.

Song Wanrou smiled warmly at him: "Rest your head on my shoulder—you've worked hard. After intense piano practice, you still had to deal with those mad media."

Song Mo's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Sister Wanrou, I advise you not to treat me too kindly."

"Don't care for me too much, don't look after me so closely."

"Why?" Song Wanrou asked, puzzled.

Song Mo sighed helplessly: "Because I feel unworthy of it!"

In truth, Song Mo's real thought was:

If you treat me too well, it will awaken the possessiveness in my heart, and if in the future you stab me in the back like in the previous life and switch allegiance to Chen Xi's side,

then I really might drag you back and take revenge without caring about the consequences.

When that time comes, the ones in pain might be two people.

Song Wanrou's gaze dimmed a few shades.

That person called "Chen Xi" again.

Although they had never met, she found herself feeling an intense dislike for that name.

Because of that person's existence, her younger brother was always unwilling to truly get close to her, and a rift had formed between them.

She, Song Wanrou, had no family—it was Father Song and Mother Song who gave her one, and her younger brother was the closest family she had.

No matter who stood in her way, even if Song Wanrou's temperament was the best, her disposition the most gentle, she would stop at nothing to cut them out.

Chen Xi, Chen Xi, why don't you just go die?

"Who says my younger brother has no fortune to enjoy it? My brother is the most blessed man in the world."

Song Wanrou "overbearingly" pulled Song Mo over, and said softly: "Get some proper rest, alright? Let your sister be your pillow for once, okay?"

Song Mo really was a little tired.

The faint, elegant fragrance on Song Wanrou's body soothed his mind along with it.

He fell asleep very quickly.

……

One day later.

Song Wanrou and Song Mo boarded a flight back to the country.

By this time, news from overseas had just barely made its way into Huaguo, but since the high-end Piano world was ultimately a niche, the internet was still filled with a chorus of curses aimed at Song Mo.

Song Mo also deliberately did not step forward immediately to testify or clear things up.

His plan was:

Let the bullet fly a little longer.

(End of this chapter)