Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!

Chapter 597: Chapter 597: Young Master’s Top-Tier Lineup

Mrs. Qin hung up the phone and saw Qin Wenrou standing in front of her. She gently patted her on the head with a warm smile: ”Rou’er, do your best. I asked around, the concert hall on the first floor has nine thousand seats, and today I’m sure it’ll be packed.”

Qin Wenrou, however, was more concerned about the call just now: ”Mommy, what did Xiao Shuang say earlier? Are you going over to his place? Is Qin Xin with him?”

Mrs. Qin shook her head with a sigh: ”How could that be? No matter who is there, of course, I’m staying here with you.”

Qin Wenrou was relieved to hear that and coquettishly said, ”Of course, they are ungrateful wolves, while I’m Mommy’s little darling.”

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On the top floor of the concert hall.

In a small, private VIP performance hall, Qin Xiaoshuang dejectedly put down the phone and adjusted his guitar.

It’s the first concert of his life, and his own mother actually scolded him for fooling around, accusing him of dawdling instead of supporting Qin Wenrou. Saying he wasn’t upset would be a lie.

They are both her biological children, and both have concerts. This favoritism is just too obvious.

The small VIP hall was empty and desolate.

While more and more audiences paid by Mrs. Qin were entering Qin Wenrou’s venue.

Backstage, Qin Xin saw it all with her own eyes.

Nalan Ye Jue was about to make a call to find someone when Qin Xin pressed his hand down: ”No need.”

In the next moment.

The doors of the performance hall were pushed open.

A noblewoman dressed in a qipao, holding a bunch of beautiful and vibrant peonies, walked in with a group of other noblewomen, smiling widely: ”There’s a young talent’s concert? Oh my, why does this young talent look so familiar?”

Xiao Shuang looked up, blushing: ”Aunt Nalan, why are you here?”

This is such an honor, isn’t it?

Who would have thought Aunt Nalan would personally come to listen to his performance?

Mrs. Nalan presented the flowers to him: ”Oh, what a coincidence, the concert Xinghe invited us to is actually our dear Xiao Shuang’s. We must support him!”

She excitedly introduced him to her sisters: ”Mrs. Gong, Mrs. Chu... this is my lovely nephew Xiao Shuang, it’s his first public concert. You can’t even buy tickets with money.”

Before Mrs. Nalan could finish, a young man wearing sunglasses entered and elegantly took a seat.

Despite the sunglasses, the ladies instantly recognized him as the Empire’s youngest car god, Xihe’s disciple Zhou Yu, the Rain God!

The Rain God is famously low-key, never appearing in public.

The ladies curious surrounded him: ”Rain God, what brings you here?”

Zhou Yu was a bit shy: ”Well, my master sent me here to experience some art.”

On stage, Qin Xiaoshuang nervously gulped.

Performing ’art’ in front of the Empire’s finest racer made him suddenly feel stage fright, what should he do?

But just as he was still feeling nervous, the door opened again.

An enchantingly dressed woman in a long evening gown, looking as if she was heading to the Oscars, entered. Dressed with precision and beauty, she unceremoniously sat next to Zhou Yu, squinting at Qin Xiaoshuang:

”Hey, little brother, aren’t you starting? I came all the way back from Antarctica just to hear your concert, and the director only gave me an hour’s leave.”

Shen Bixue!

Qin Xiaoshuang gasped.

Even the movie queen came to his concert?

But the surprises kept coming, one after another.

Master Mu Yun’s seventy-odd-year-old father arrived, trembling and leaning on a cane.

Q University’s top disciple, Chen Shi, came.

The president of the Imperial Music Association came.

The director of the Imperial Publishing House came.

Principal Shi of Imperial University came.

Dean Zhou of the Royal Academy came.

These two principals have been at odds for a long time and would fight whenever they met, yet here they are sitting peacefully together to listen to the concert, an unprecedented sight.

The 100-square-meter performance hall quickly filled up, with more people continuously arriving.

Many faces were ones Qin Xiaoshuang had never seen before, or had only ever seen in TV news.

This was truly top-tier prestige.

Was this arranged by his brother-in-law?

[Master Yun: Goodnight kiss, fairies!]