Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The clothes in Ning Qing’s hand fell onto the ground.

Noticing her expression, Lin Wan smiled slightly and gracefully said, “I’m only informing you. You should make a phone call to show concern for Yu’er.”

Ning Qing nodded absent-mindedly, then walked over to the bed and grabbed her phone stiffly.

When she opened Qin Yu’s Weibo, the comments below were all against Qin Ran and supporting Qin Yu. The insults they left were barely readable.

She sat down on the bed blankly, holding her phone in her hand, dumbfounded…

Unlike everyone else, Chen Shulan had mentioned Qin Ran to her before and had emphasized her music score… At that time, she had realized why Qin Yu’s style seemed to have gone through a transformation…

Right now, the plagiarism issue had arisen again. Looking at the verbal abuse against Qin Ran on Weibo, Ning Qing hesitated. She knew the truth.

As Qin Yu’s mother, the person most intimate to her, she could foresee the kind of blow Qin Yu would suffer if she told her, be it on her career or in her academics…

She sat on the bedside, thinking it through for a long while. Finally, she turned off Weibo and called Qin Yu to comfort her.

She let the rumors run wild on Weibo.

Nevertheless, Qin Yu grew up by her side. Between her and Qin Ran, it wasn’t difficult for Ning Qing to pick a side.

**

At the same time, at the Violin Association, in Master Wei’s office.

“Young Master Cheng, sit down first. I’ll go to the meeting room.” Master Wei was holding his phone and looking quite depressed.

Cheng Juan nodded and, without saying much, he put the videotape and the computer on the desk. “Go with Master Wei.” He motioned towards Cheng Jin.

Cheng Jin nodded.

When they left, Cheng Juan turned on the computer and copied the video from the videotape. He turned sideways, letting the sunlight shine on him through the window, reflecting against his clear eyes.

He had watched all the videos. Each video was a little over an hour, and people talked in it from time to time.

He dragged the video to about half an hour later, where a handsome boy handed a violin to Qin Ran.

Cheng Juan glanced at the boy and noticed that Wei Zihang called him “Song Luting.”

Without saying much, he just opened the video editor and cut out the scene of Qin Ran playing the violin.

He had studied photography and video editing before. He naturally never thought of comparing himself with those editing masters and photographers and had just learned it as a side hobby. But now, it actually came in handy.

The edited scene was from four years ago when Qin Ran performed the exact same piece.

Lowering his eyes and putting on the headphones, Cheng Juan finished cutting the video and then saved it separately in another folder.

In the video, Qin Ran stood in the middle, stepping on a stool with one leg in an unruly fashion. Unlike now, her face looked young and inexperienced, and she didn’t have long hair. Instead, her short hair reached her ears, and black bangs were swiped across her forehead, exposing her brow bone, looking unbridled, fresh, and wild.

**

In the meeting room.

A group of senior officials from the Violin Association gathered.

Dai Ran sat in the front seat and looked out the window. “Master Wei hasn’t come yet?”

The others shook their heads.

The issue was still fermenting on Weibo, and some people were already questioning the Beijing Association’s fairness. If this matter wasn’t handled properly, it would have a great impact on the Violin Association’s credibility.

Qin Yu had already produced the manuscript, and with the video from a year ago present, it basically confirmed the fact.

The Violin Association also needed to move forward. Their reputation couldn’t be destroyed. They labeled it as a negotiation, but in reality, they wanted to wash clean their relationship with Qin Ran.

However, Master Wei was put in the middle of this matter, and the Violin Association couldn’t do anything to him.

Dai Ran waited a few more minutes before getting impatient. He stood up and glanced at the directors and teachers. “You’ve also seen the Weibo posts. If a senior student is involved in plagiarism and is not expelled from the Beijing Association, you’re clear of the consequences.”

As they exchanged glances, Master Wei came in.

Cheng Jin followed behind him calmly. But his face was unfamiliar, and none of the Cheng family paid attention to the Violin Association, so no one in the conference room recognized him. Naturally, no attention was put on him.

All eyes turned to Master Wei.

Master Wei’s face was quite heavy, and he had dark eye circles under his eyes from staying up all night. “Wait, we haven’t investigated this matter.”

“Is it not clear enough?” Dai Ran simply didn’t want to listen to him. He stood up with his hands on the table, his eyes flickering. “Master Wei, you’re protecting your apprentice, but I’m protecting mine too. My apprentice has already shown evidence. You can do the same. Of course, the sooner you send a Weibo apology to my apprentice, and also give up Continent M’s placing to her, I’ll let Yu’er forgive Qin Ran on this matter and pretend nothing happened.”

Dai Ran smiled at Master Wei politely.

Master Wei lowered his voice and glanced at the people in the office. “Go out first.”

No one in the office dared to take another look at him. After a moment of hesitation, they left the meeting room one by one.

Cheng Jin walked directly to the conference table and sat down.

He didn’t go out.

When most of the people were gone, Master Wei turned around and said coldly, “Dai Ran, I said last year that Qin Yu’s composition was plagiarized. That’s because I’ve heard Qin Ran’s original composition a long time ago. Did Qin Yu produce any other compositions in the year she’s been in our Violin Association? I don’t believe that you’re unclear.”

“Master Wei.” Dai Ran’s eyes narrowed. He picked up the teacup on the conference table and took a sip. When he spoke, his voice was dull and apathetic. “You can put whatever you want in your mouth, but you should be mindful of what comes out of it. I’m sure you understand this point better than me.”

Cheng Jin tapped his fingers on the table and finally understood Dai Ran’s behavior. The truth wasn’t at all important to him.

Perhaps when Dai Ran posted on Weibo, he already knew who the original composition belonged to.

Because Dai Ran could tell they couldn’t come up with any evidence, he dared to act recklessly and even wanted to gain complete control of the Violin Association through this incident.

“Your actions now are tantamount to ruining Qin Ran’s future. Given her aura and talent…” Master Wei held the table with his hands and stared coldly at him.

“I don’t care what happens to her. I’ve already told you, as long as you post an apology on Weibo and give up the student position of Continent M’s Association, everything can be discussed.” Dai Ran drank his tea calmly.

Master Wei’s heart sank further.

“If…” Master Wei clenched his hands and smashed the table. He was about to say something when Cheng Jin stopped him.

“Master Wei.” Cheng Jin finally got up from the table. Glancing at Dai Ran, he reached out to hold Master Wei’s left arm. “Our Young Master is still waiting for your return.”

Master Wei glanced at Dai Ran, not wanting to leave.

Cheng Jin already knew about the birthday recording and said calmly, “The Young Master is waiting for you.”

With great strength, he dragged Master Wei away.

He prevented Master Wei from continuing.

When they left, one person outside the conference room walked over to Dai Ran and frowned. “Master Wei didn’t agree. Does he have evidence in his hands?”

“How could it be? If he did, he would have released it last night. Why would he indulge the online netizens and let them scold his apprentice?” Dai Ran sneered. The two had pitched against each other for so long that he knew his personality inside out.

The person beside him felt relieved and then asked, “What should we do now?”

“What should we do?” Dai Ran took out a cigarette and said indifferently, “Since Wei Lin refuses to surrender, I’ll continue to blow things up.”

Inside Master Wei’s office.

Cheng Juan had already put away the computer when Master Wei came in. He was turning off the computer, still holding a cigarette in his right hand, while the lighter in his left hand exuded a faint blue flame.

He was looking out the window indifferently.

“Young Master Cheng, just handle this matter the hard way.” Master Wei walked in and sat down opposite him. His voice was deep and obviously depressed.

Turning around, Cheng Juan glanced at Cheng Jin and waved the smoke from the cigarette away. The smoke spread around his white jade hand. “What did they say?”

He was referring to Dai Ran and the others.

Reaching out, Cheng Jin first took out a voice recorder from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Juan, then repeated the situation concisely.

Cheng Juan took the recorder and played with it, chuckling softly.

Sitting opposite him, Master Wei could clearly see that there was no hint of amusement in Cheng Juan’s eyes, only coldness.

At this moment, Uncle Hai came in from outside, a little panicked. “Old Master, Dai Ran has posted another Weibo.”

Master Wei took out his mobile phone and looked down at his Weibo. Dai Ran had tagged him, expressing very clearly that he found his association with someone who abused his status as a high-level artist very disdainful.

Master Wei slammed his phone down!

Chuckling, Cheng Juan leaned over and picked up his phone. He scanned Master Wei’s WeChat and then sent him a video. Then, he found the Weibo page, typed a message, and posted it.

He returned Master Wei’s phone. Once the Weibo was posted, his phone started ringing incessantly.

Master Wei looked at him, astonished.

Cheng Juan stood up and patted his sleeves, signaling Cheng Jin to get the computer. He turned to Master Wei, still biting his cigarette, and said slowly, “I’ve troubled Master Wei for these two days.”

Cheng Jin followed Cheng Juan and made a silent prayer for the group of people.

Master Wei also returned to his senses. This person was Beijing’s Master Juan. Qin Ran was too impatient, and Master Wei himself had always played it straight. Dai Ran thought he had taken the reins and was leading them by the nose, but he didn’t know that Cheng Juan was best at playing with people! None of the four major families in Beijing were willing to go against him.