Qin Wenrou was shoved and nearly stumbled, luckily she wasn’t wearing a long gown, otherwise it would’ve been torn for sure.

Even so, her high heels were stepped on hard by an attendant, and it hurt like hell.

Just as eager as she was to curry favor with the President Mansion earlier, now she was that much more embarrassed being stepped on in public.

"I, I’m not just anybody, I’m here to welcome the President and Miss Jun to the concert," Qin Wenrou said, full of grievance.

Who knew.

The staff awkwardly pulled at their lips, looking at the ticket in hand: "President, Miss Jun, the concert you’re attending is on the top floor. This hall on the first floor is not it."

Jun Ruyi sneered and glanced at Qin Wenrou with disdain, holding her father’s hand and heading upstairs: "What nobodies think they can make me listen to their concert? How dare they?"

On the contrary, President Jun gently reprimanded her: "Ruyi, don’t say that, they just made a mistake."

Qin Wenrou stood there dumbfounded: "Not here to see mine? Could there be someone else’s concert?"

Mrs. Qin was also stunned, then suddenly remembered the phone call she just had with Qin Xiaoshuang: "Your brother said he’s also performing guitar today, could it be that’s upstairs?"

Qin Wenrou instinctively: "Impossible! With his level, playing at the Imperial Music Hall, what a joke? And it’s just a guitar!"

Only hillbillies play that stuff, it’s not any kind of elegant or noble instrument.

Qin Wenrou absolutely refused to believe it.

Mrs. Qin thought about it and wasn’t convinced either: "It could be another musician, right? Forget it, Rou’er, let’s go back, the show is about to start."

For the President to attend in person, it must be a particularly famous musician, Rou’er can’t compete, being upset won’t help.

Hearing this, Qin Wenrou pursed her lips.

Though she made a fool of herself trying to welcome someone, her own concert was still the most important thing right now, and her concert hall is so big, it could hold over nine thousand people, giving her a sense of superiority.

Going back to revel in the adulation of thousands is what’s truly important.

She finally swallowed her pride and turned back to the concert hall.

Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar figure: "Brother Hu!"

She called out, a smile forming: "Brother Hu, you came?"

Hu Yi nodded: "Congratulations on holding a concert."

After much deliberation, he finally decided to come and watch Qin Wenrou’s piano performance.

Although Qin Wenrou’s character was questionable, what if she really turns out to be a shining star?

Hu Yi couldn’t take the risk.

Qin Wenrou warmly greeted him: "Brother Hu, let’s take a photo for the memory, Mommy, this is my classmate, could you take a picture for us?"

Mrs. Qin scrutinized him; although Hu Yi was a bit plump, he was still quite presentable, a good match for her daughter.

So, she warmly invited: "Xiao Hu, stand closer to Rou’er. Yes, don’t be so shy since you’re classmates, stand a little closer..."

Mrs. Qin snapped a couple of photos.

Hu Yi felt particularly uneasy.

Being this close to Qin Wenrou felt somehow wrong.

Wrong to whom, though?

As he was thinking, Qin Wenrou said with a smile: "Brother Hu, could you sign at the guest section? Right next to mine, okay?"

There was a sign-in board at the entrance, with bold black text on a red background, filled with many guests’ names.

Qin Wenrou’s signature was prominently displayed in the center.

The spot next to hers was originally reserved for Lan Yingjun, but since he didn’t show, she simply gave it to Hu Yi.

Perfect for taking a photo, and later flaunting it at school to annoy the ugly duckling.

Haha, let her taste what it feels like to have people around her taken away.