Chapter 1598: The Fake Young Master Is Going to Be Spoiled by the Real Young Master 28

The performance on stage gradually ended amid everyone's shock; Gustav's gaze toward the audience below was somewhat thought‑provoking. He picked up the microphone and briefly introduced this disciple he had been cultivating for several years, repeatedly emphasizing the phrase "extremely talented and original."

Parisel felt his face grow hotter the more he listened; at his age, he almost ruined his reputation by taking on this disciple, and moreover he had more than once doubted or even denied Jin Chen's ability.

After Gustav finished speaking, he handed the microphone to Jin Chen.

Bathed in the spotlight, Jin Chen's gaze precisely found Zhou An, who had been brought to the front row and was being aimed at by many media cameras.

Amid the attention of all, Jin Chen's low, magnetic voice sounded, carrying an imperceptible chill.

Zhou An heard him say.

"Is the piece I wrote useful?"

Zhou An: "……"

The media's flashbulbs kept flashing, the chatter around and behind him grating and rending, clearly they had just been full of praise for him.

His blood ran cold throughout his body, his eyes fixed on Jin Chen on stage, the resentment he revealed needing no discernment.

Zhu Suisheng watched this scene and formed a plan, giving a glance to the staff beside Zhou An, who then shoved a microphone into Zhou An's hands.

At that moment, all of Zhou An's inner venom and the shameful rage from being slapped in the face had nowhere to hide; he only wanted to vent it.

He had lost all rationality, and the microphone became the fuse.

Irrational cursing and his hatred for Jin Chen echoed through the concert hall via the microphone.

"Why did you choose this piece! Aren't you a great talent! Why on earth did you pick this!"

"The identity of the young master of the richest family has been returned to you; what right do you have to not let me go!"

"I am the protagonist of this book! What are you! I am the child of destiny!"

"I've thought of so many methods… why won't you fall for the trap! How… how could you not go die!"

The venue fell into utter silence, everyone's faces showing astonishment.

Only Jin Chen and Zhu Suisheng remained calm.

Jin Chen's eyes held an unruffled calm and contempt, as if looking at a jumping clown, not giving it a second thought.

While Zhu Suisheng's gaze toward Zhou An was a murky stillness, like the surface of a deep abyss, hiding endless undercurrents and waves deadly enough to kill.

How dare he curse Jin Chen like that.

Zhu Suisheng fiddled with the playback device in his hand, glanced at the incessantly filming media, expressionless, and pressed it down.

At that moment, Jin Chen suddenly heard the villain side‑quest progress rise to 90.

The next second, the stage's giant screen turned black, and an audio clip was played.

It was Zhou An's analysis of his inner self, more vicious than the earlier rant, even saying he had once thought of how to make Jin Chen disappear, seize all of Jin Chen's possessions, and figure out how to gain others' attention.

From the audience came rising and falling murmurs of shock and anger.

Zhou An's face drained of color, he stared wide‑eyed in disbelief at his bloodshot eyes.

That…… was his conversation with the psychologist after hypnosis relaxation; why, why would it appear here.

"Shameless!" someone in the audience shouted.

Immediately followed by a cascade of rebukes; they could not imagine a person's inner thoughts could be so vicious.

These sounds were continually amplified, filling Zhou An's eardrums, striking his already fragile mental will.

Zhou An trembled, trying to cover his ears, but the next second he fainted.

The farce finally ended; the host went on stage to urgently control the situation to no avail, Parisel could only end the concert early, and could only remain silent in the face of the media's sharp‑worded questioning of his choice of Zhou An as a disciple.

The media's articles were written at the fastest speed and quickly reprinted across major platforms; Parisel and Gustav became the hottest topics, the true‑false genius theme overly eye‑catching.

Overnight, Zhou An's long‑dreamed‑of genius laurel, which seemed within reach, was plucked away, trampled, and subjected to endless contempt.

Meanwhile, Jin Chen's status as youthful chief was spread everywhere, becoming a recent new hotspot.

Many scouts and media people who usually ignore this circle saw the photos, tried to dig him out as an artist, but a search revealed…… the personally transmitted disciple of a classical music master, the eldest son of the wealth‑magnate crocodile!

They could only mutter a sorry for the disturbance, then tearfully close the photos.

Backstage after the concert.

Jin Chen and Gustav exchanged a few words, then headed straight toward the long‑waiting Zhu Suisheng; although many people around wanted to curry favor or congratulate, they could not draw Jin Chen's slightest attention at that moment.

Zhu Suisheng looked into his eyes, affectionate threads intertwining, as if the whole world before him could see only his focus.

Jin Chen brought him into the lounge and closed the door.

Zhu Suisheng's heart leapt; before Jin Chen even approached, he lunged forward and embraced him.

"You're amazing." Zhu Suisheng's eyes and brows brimmed with smiles, his voice sweeter: "You managed to hide this for so long! I didn't even know about this."

Jin Chen steadied himself, his arms tightening around the youth's waist close in his embrace, his eyes meeting with a smile: "I never intended to hide it."

He just never had the chance to say it.

Zhu Suisheng recalled that his first impression of Jin Chen had actually been a cold, socially anxious little pitiful one, and he involuntarily twitched the corner of his eye.

"Is this a surprise for me?" Zhu Suisheng stepped back from his embrace, looked up at him and asked.

"No," Jin Chen handed him the thing he was holding, "this is."

He had previously seen many sheet music of a piano artist in Zhu Suisheng's room, and after asking Shi Qian confirmed it was Zhu Suisheng's favorite artist.

Coincidentally, that person was Gustav's old friend; after completing the teacher's rather difficult assignment, he obtained this gift.

That artist specially wrote a handwritten letter to Zhu Suisheng, a fountain pen he had used to compose his famous piece, and exclusive unpublished private scores.

Zhu Suisheng looked at these gifts, astonished to the point his mouth wouldn't close, then turned his gaze to Jin Chen.

He wanted to ask Jin Chen how he knew his preferences, how he obtained these things, and also why he treated him so well.

Jin Chen embraced him, wiping the faint moisture from the corners of his eyes, "Why are you still crying?"

"No." Zhu Suisheng immediately retorted, "I won't cry; this is… moved."

The last two words were spoken in a very low voice, so low that even while speaking, Zhu Suisheng could still hear his own accelerating heartbeat.

He again leaned into Jin Chen's embrace, forehead lightly rubbing Jin Chen's shoulder, soft and obedient, "You treat me this well; later it will be awful."

This remark was oddly put; Jin Chen hummed, not bothering to probe its deeper meaning—anyway, Zhu Suisheng isn't simple about this, and he's not finding out for the first time.

And Zhu Suisheng was thinking, Jin Chen can't keep treating anyone like this from now on, otherwise he'll definitely get angry and drive everyone away from Jin Chen's side.

Zhu Suisheng narrowed his smiling eyes, encircling Jin Chen's neck, then lightly covered his ears, his gaze sly yet harboring an openly wicked intent.

"That audio clip was recorded by someone I arranged."

"Zhou An's psychiatrist is also someone I arranged; he's taken a lot of medicine, and his condition will only get worse."

Jin Chen looked at him, gently stroking his back, "I can tell."

After today, even if Zhou An doesn't become a lunatic, his spirit will be devastated to a great extent.

"But I didn't put Zhou An's life in danger, nor did I make him lose an arm or a leg." Zhu Suisheng grabbed Jin Chen's waist‑side clothing, probing a little, and said, "So you should praise me."

Jin Chen raised his hand and lightly pinched Zhu Suisheng's nape, "Very obedient."

Zhu Suisheng had been called very obedient by many people before, including Shi Qian and Zhu Chengde, but the premise for their praise was that no one knew what he had done behind the scenes, nor who he really was.

But Jin Chen knows, and still is very tolerant and indulgent toward him.

Zhu Suisheng suddenly felt happy; in front of Jin Chen he needs no pretense and can still receive many gifts and praise.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 71!】

【Villain Blackening Value -5, total 40!】