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{Chapter: 173 Qiao Siying held her urine! Satisfied Mei Yuxian!}
The moment Lin Yuan mentioned the piano keys again, a subtle wave of realization swept through the crowd.
Many guests who were initially unsure or indifferent found themselves rethinking what had happened earlier.
Only a small handful remained oblivious or simply chose not to dwell on the deeper meaning behind Lin Yuan's words.
But for the more observant and thoughtful guests, it quickly became clear what he was implying.
Earlier, when Ye Feng had struggled with his performance, he had subtly blamed the Mei family's grand piano, implying that the instrument's keys were defective. It was a convenient excuse meant to save face—but in truth, it was no different from publicly slapping the Mei family with an insult. Disrespecting the host's instrument in such a setting was as good as questioning their class and hospitality.
Now, however, Lin Yuan had masterfully used the same piano to deliver a breathtaking, flawless performance.
Not only did this refute Ye Feng's claim about the piano being faulty, but it also gently cornered him into a humiliating dilemma. Lin Yuan hadn't needed to argue or raise his voice. He simply played—letting the music do all the talking.
The guests understood the silent challenge Lin Yuan had posed: either Ye Feng had lied to cover up his incompetence, or he was willing to insult the Mei family to save his pride. And with Lin Yuan's performance fresh in their ears, no one could believe that the instrument itself had any flaws.
Now, Ye Feng was faced with only two possible responses.
One: he could double down on his previous statement and insist that there truly was a problem with the piano. But doing so would make him appear stubborn, petty, and completely devoid of grace, especially after Lin Yuan had just used the same instrument to mesmerize everyone present.
Or two: he could admit that the piano was never the issue and that his own piano skills simply weren't up to par. That choice would make him appear humble on the surface—but in the eyes of the crowd, he would be seen as a liar who tried to protect his ego by throwing shade at his hosts.
No matter which path he chose, his reputation would suffer.
After a brief pause, Ye Feng clenched his jaw and picked the option with less damage.
Forcing a smile, he said, "There really wasn't anything wrong with the piano. It's clear now that my piano skills just aren't that good."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the room grew still for a moment before all attention turned once again to Lin Yuan.
In truth, most of the guests hadn't harbored any personal dislike for Ye Feng before this. He was simply another well-dressed young man from a good family, one of many. But after what had just unfolded, the impression he left was far less favorable.
He was now seen as someone who steps on others to elevate himself.
That kind of behavior didn't sit well with most of the people in the room.
In contrast, Lin Yuan had handled everything with calm confidence and elegance. Not only did he deliver an astonishing performance, but he also subtly protected the Mei family's reputation in the process. Without needing to say anything harsh, he made his point and left the guests with a favorable impression.
In high society, image and respect were everything. No one wanted to associate with someone who demeaned their hosts or lacked the grace to accept failure. But people like Lin Yuan—graceful, skilled, humble yet confident—were destined to be welcomed and celebrated wherever they went.
Mei Yuxian looked at Lin Yuan again, her gaze filled with increasing approval.
As for her daughter, Gui Qingtong, she couldn't hide the joy in her eyes. Her admiration for Lin Yuan had grown even deeper.
[Ding! Mei Yuxian's favorability +5! Reward: 200 Counterattack Points!]
[Ding! Gui Qingtong's favorability +2! Reward: 200 Counterattack Points!]
[Ding! Plot Reversed! Reward: 300 Counterattack Points!]
Three system prompts rang one after another in Lin Yuan's mind, and he allowed himself a slight smile of satisfaction.
Everything was proceeding according to plan.
Just as Lin Yuan was about to step down from the stage and return to his seat, a voice suddenly shouted from the crowd:
"Young Master Lin Yuan, play another song!"
Almost immediately, more voices joined in.
"Yes! Lin Yuan, one more, please!"
"Brother Lin Yuan, give us another song—we're not ready for it to end!"
The enthusiasm in the room surged. The atmosphere had changed—from polite admiration to genuine excitement and admiration. Lin Yuan's music had left an impact, and everyone wanted more.
His playing wasn't just elegant—it was deeply moving. It had awakened emotions, brought smiles, and even stirred the hearts of those who thought they were long immune to such things.
Yu Shanshan and Gui Qingtong also joined in, clapping and cheering with bright eyes, urging Lin Yuan to continue.
Even Mei Yuxian and Yan Ruyue, who usually remained composed and reserved, couldn't help but look at Lin Yuan with a touch of anticipation in their eyes.
And when Lin Yuan glanced toward his parents, he saw Lin Jianjun and Meng Yuelan both smiling with unmistakable pride. Their eyes sparkled with expectation, silently encouraging him to continue.
As the crowd's cheers echoed around the hall, Lin Yuan returned to the stage with a warm smile and said casually, "Alright, since everyone's asking, I'll play another piece. Hmm… what should I play next?"
Before he could decide, a lively voice from the audience called out.
"Play Blue and White Porcelain!" Yu Shanshan shouted with excitement, her voice crisp and clear amidst the clamor.
Lin Yuan paused for a moment, considering the suggestion. Then he nodded. "Alright. Blue and White Porcelain it is."
The moment he announced the title, a strange reaction happened at the far end of the hall.
Qiao Siying, who had just gotten up from her seat and was halfway to the bathroom, suddenly froze in place.
Her eyes widened slightly in disbelief.
Blue and White Porcelain?
Did he just say Blue and White Porcelain?
It was the very same song she'd been listening to on repeat for the past few days. A gentle, poetic piece that had unexpectedly captured her heart. She had even downloaded various versions of it, enchanted by its emotional depth and subtle melody.
Now, just as she was about to relieve herself, Qiao Siying's interest completely overpowered her biological urge. She clenched her fists and turned around, choosing to hold it in rather than miss this moment.
Back on stage, Lin Yuan sat down at the piano bench again.
His hands rested on the keys, and then, with a smooth movement, the first notes of Blue and White Porcelain began to flow from the grand piano.
But this time, he just played and did not sing while playing the piano. The haunting beauty of the piece came alive in the silence of the hall.
His fingers danced across the keys, soft and gentle at times, then flowing like a stream in spring—calm, elegant, yet deep with emotion. Every note painted a picture, evoking a world of misty rain, falling petals, and porcelain glazed with history.
The last time, he played the piano and sang the same piece for Chi Qian.
This time, it was a piano performance so Lin Yuan did not bother to sing.
But although he did not sing, the sound of his piano is still shocking and fascinating.
Even without vocals, the piano alone captured the soul of the piece.
For those listening, it was as if they were transported to a different time and place—a poetic realm filled with tranquility and grace. The change in atmosphere from the mythic grandeur of his previous performance to the delicate elegance of this one was so stark, it felt like watching a cinematic shift between genres. One moment, they were in a legend. The next, a poetic dreamscape.
As the final note echoed and faded into the quiet, it took a moment for the crowd to awaken from the spell.
Soft sighs and quiet murmurs filled the air.
Many of the guests had never even heard of Blue and White Porcelain before. But even without knowing the name or origin of the song, they were captivated. The melody spoke to them in ways that transcended language.
But Qiao Siying—she was different.
She stood frozen in place, her heart pounding with confusion and disbelief.
How…?
How could Lin Yuan play this song?
This is the exact piece I've been obsessed with lately. The exact rhythm, the same pauses, even the emotional nuances. It's not some average cover—it's authentic.
Her mind raced.
Could it be… that Lin Yuan is the original artist behind the version I've been listening to?
No, impossible. She shook her head immediately.
Lin Yuan? The same Lin Yuan she always dismissed as irritating and self-absorbed?
There was no way he could have written a piece as beautiful as this.
Then how does he know it so well?
After a few more seconds, she tried to reason it out.
Right… the song has been circulating online recently. Lin Yuan must have heard it too.
Maybe he liked it enough to learn it.
He's got talent on the piano—there's no denying that. He must've picked it up and practiced it until it sounded perfect.
Her logic made sense—at least to herself.
There's no way someone like him wrote it.
He must've followed the trend like everyone else and decided to show off.
Still, deep down, she couldn't ignore the subtle disappointment that crept into her heart.
Their taste in music was unexpectedly similar. And that bothered her more than it should have.
Why does this guy have to like the same things I do?
Unwilling to give it more thought, she shoved the feeling aside and sat back down, her mood slightly dampened.
Meanwhile, Lin Yuan had stepped down from the stage after the performance.
He didn't need to say a word. The applause alone said everything.
Something had shifted—completely.
The way the guests looked at him had changed. It wasn't just admiration now—it was genuine awe. Interest. Obsession, from ladies even.
The atmosphere around him heated up instantly as dozens of wealthy, well-dressed young women surged toward him, eager to speak with him, to get his contact information, to ask him questions—anything that could open a conversation.
He had become a star among stars.
Lin Jianjun and Meng Yuelan, standing off to the side, suddenly found themselves under siege as well.
They were Lin Yuan's parents, after all. And that meant one thing to a room full of aristocrats:
They were the gatekeepers to a future husband.
Dozens of hopeful guests—some genuinely enamored, others more calculated—began approaching the elder Lin couple with warm smiles and subtle flattery, expressing admiration for Lin Yuan and, more importantly, their desire to form connections.
Some were even bold enough to hint at marriage proposals.
Lin Jianjun and Meng Yuelan exchanged stunned glances, clearly unprepared for the sudden flood of attention.
Neither of them had expected that bringing their son to this event would turn into a marriage market.
They had wanted Lin Yuan to socialize and perhaps make a few new acquaintances. But this?
This was beyond anything they imagined.
Their once-calm evening had turned into a whirlwind of compliments, matchmaking hints, and marriage inquiries—all thanks to their piano-playing son.
Lin Jianjun and Meng Yuelan suffered unwarranted calamities.
A large number of people rushed to them and expressed their intention to propose marriage to Lin Yuan.
The sudden outpour of marriage proposals also made Lin Jianjun and Meng Yuelan dumbfounded.
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