Chapter 31

"Eat slower, be more composed!"

Song Mo said, both annoyed and amused.

At the same time, he stopped Song Wanrou from continuously piling food onto his plate.

"Sister Wanrou, that's enough, I can't eat this much."

Xia Rou, with no trace of ladylike grace, devoured her food while gazing at Song Mo with stars in her eyes.

"Song Mo, how come someone as rich as you cooks so well?!"

"Sister Wanrou, does Song Mo cook often at home?"

Song Wanrou paused, casting a slightly resentful glance at Song Mo.

"Thanks to you two, today is the first time I've eaten my brother's cooking."

Song Mo: "..."

"Sister Wanrou, you know better than anyone else, don't you?"

"I've been learning to cook in hotels and on planes in France!"

Song Wanrou sniffed.

"I don't care—I'm asking why you never thought of cooking for your sister before?"

"Did I have to rely on Xia Rou's luck just to eat your food?"

Women are naturally entitled to be coquettish.

Song Mo surrendered without hesitation.

"Sister Wanrou, once Xia Rou and the others go back, I'll cook just for you, alright?"

"Deal!"

After the meal.

The group began discussing the recent online storm.

Song Mo's phone rang.

Seeing the caller's name, Song Mo answered:

"Hello? Dad."

The others exchanged glances and fell silent.

Song Mo's tone was relaxed.

"Dad, what could possibly happen to me?"

"You said you tried to suppress the heat, but it didn't work?"

"Don't worry—I know who's behind it. I already have a plan."

"In a while, just watch the news."

"Yeah, yeah, okay, don't worry."

After hanging up, Song Mo sighed at Song Wanrou: "Mom and Dad found out about the online mess—they were shocked. No matter how hard they tried to suppress it, the heat kept rising. They nearly canceled their business trip and rushed back."

Song Wanrou wasn't fazed.

"It's fine. In a few days, Mom and Dad won't be so worried anymore."

Seeing the brother and sister so confident, Xia Rou and Xia Yu grew intensely curious.

From what they'd just learned, they knew the one targeting Song Mo was Leng Wanqiu of the Beijing Leng Family—a ruthless figure.

The Beijing Leng Family was far larger than the Song Family and had deep official connections—how could Song Mo be so confident?

Song Wanrou trusted Song Mo unconditionally.

It was truly strange.

Xia Rou could no longer contain her curiosity.

"Boss Song Mo! What secret card do you have up your sleeve?!"

Song Mo smiled without answering, putting on an air of mystery—for the first time, Xia Rou found him utterly annoying; his handsome face no longer looked as appealing as before!

Song Wanrou pulled out her phone and forwarded a video to Xia Yu.

Xia Yu took out her phone; Xia Rou quickly leaned her head over.

The two sisters stared at the video on the screen, their eyes filled with indescribable shock, feeling as if it weren't real.

Was this person in the video Song Mo?

Was this the Song Mo who had just cooked for them?

Was this the classmate and boss they thought they knew well?

In the video:

The scene displayed was extraordinarily luxurious, even opulent and breathtakingly magnificent.

The architecture exuded extreme elegance, its decorations intricate and beautiful, appearing sacred and noble.

The people appearing in the footage wore expressions of solemnity or ease, but at a glance, all looked like figures straight out of history books.

The atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

The camera shifted to the center of the stage.

A black-and-white, heavy Piano stood quietly in place.

A man in a tailcoat, with an aura unlike any other—relaxed yet not casual, at ease yet not reckless—radiating charm and approachability—sat quietly before the Piano.

All eyes turned to him—the great figures.

Those gazes—some scrutinizing, some disdainful, some profound—all focused on him.

Song Mo, with black hair unlike anyone else present, showed no fear.

His gaze sharpened, intensely focused.

It was as if the people before his eyes were not famous artists or masters, nor capital titans or super aristocrats.

But a row of big white radishes, not worth a second look.

When those long, slender, exquisite hands pressed the keys, the sound rose from the piano, and one could instantly understand where this young man's confidence came from.

He became the master of the stage.

His presence could overwhelm everything!

The piano's tone was immensely deep, making one feel as if it pierced through history, revealing silhouettes of the past and fragments of the future.

Those who heard the music seemed to see masters like Ludwig van Beethoven, Martha Argerich, and Mozart sitting upright before the piano.

This young man carried the silhouettes of the masters upon him!

The piano conveyed emotion—mountains collapsing, tsunamis, at times a gentle murmur, suddenly a ringing clash…

A piano performance video of just over ten minutes left viewers utterly enchanted, completely unaware of time passing.

And when Song Mo finished playing, the entire hall erupted in thunderous applause!

—Applause thundered!

What especially thrilled Xia Rou and Xia Yu was that after the performance, Song Mo did exactly as he always did in his short videos on Kuaidou—a slight bow and a gentle, faint smile.

In both English and Chinese, he explained that he was a disciple of Master Liszt, that it was an honor to take the stage this time, and that he hoped to bring the sound of the ancient land of Huaxia to the music world.

Damn, that feeling of playing it cool and showing off in front of foreigners—the strong sense of resonance really makes one's heart itch!

So satisfying!

Look at the foreigners on the screen—at first they were all aloof and cool, but after Song Mo stunned everyone with his skill, they quickly revealed expressions of shock and awe.

Truly satisfying!

Xia Rou said excitedly, "Song Mo, you went to France this time and recorded such a stunning video?"

Song Wanrou said with a faint smile, "This wasn't something we recorded. It's a backup of the performance video from inside the Paris Grand Theater—I specially asked the staff there for a copy."

This silly girl still hadn't realized what it truly meant to perform inside the Paris Grand Theater, before so many social elites and leading figures of the art world.

And yet she was still fussing over a mere video.

Xia Yu suddenly smacked Xia Rou's little head, hitting her hard enough to make her skull buzz.

Xia Rou glared furiously at her own sister.

"Why'd you hit my head!"

"Because you're stupid!" Xia Yu was frustrated that her sister was so clueless.

"Being able to perform at the Paris Grand Theater—the value and impact of that alone is far more important than a visually stunning video!"

Xia Yu looked at Song Mo as if seeing him for the first time.

She sized him up carefully from head to toe.

"Song Mo, be honest—how did things go for you in Paris this time?"

(End of Chapter)