The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

Alright, after a whole night’s worth of effort, Mu Chenxi successfully put Fu Zhi at a high pedestal.

Her performance was a symphony to others, but it was the song of death for Mu Chenxi.

Xu Tongtong then suggested, “That… That’s nothing. Let’s ask her to play the piano. I’m sure she…”

“Shut up!” Mu Chenxi interrupted. She was already having a headache when she saw the few movie directors that she was about to work with chose Fu Zhi instead without a shadow of doubts, so she did not want to listen to anybody’s voice right now.

As for Ouyang Ya, she had started to accept the reality.

After all, it was just a suona performance. All of the musical instruments were categorized into different levels, and suona was certainly not at the highest echelon. It was already humiliating enough for Fu Zhi to learn suona, if she started her career as an actor, there was no way the Li Family would allow her to marry Li Nanli.

“I believe you’ve made contact with the reporter already, right?” Mu Chenxi was the only one who got the short end of the stick from the entire incident, while Ouyang Ya did not care about Mu Chenxi at all.

Mu Chenxi nodded dejectedly.

On the stage, Fu Zhi turned down the offer from the group of directors.

The other movie directors shook their heads in disappointment, save for one. Refusing to give up, Director Zhao continued to press on. He asked her why she was so busy and was she really unable to spare some time out.

Fu Zhi replied, “I have to prepare for my college entrance exam.”

That sounded just like an excuse.

The thing that Mu Chenxi yearned for was nothing in Fu Zhi’s eyes. Mu Chenxi’s eyes were filled with jealousy as she looked around the banquet hall. Most of the guests were still discussing and praising Fu Zhi’s performance. She even heard some of them were going to send their kids to learn suona or guzheng.

She took a deep breath as she decided to ignore Fu Zhi right now. The fact that these group of movie directors took a liking to Fu Zhi meant they were not that professional after all.

She threw a glance at the reporters, and after receiving her signal, they brought their staff along with them and took two steps forward.

Holding a microphone in his hand, the man in the suit with the camera in front of him said in a gentle manner, “You’re Ms. Fu Zhi, right?”

Fu Zhi was on her way to get down from the stage. When she heard the man’s voice, she stopped in her tracks and lifted her head. “Yes, I’m.”

“Here’s the thing, Ms. Fu Zhi. I have something to say, but I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for me to say this, I…”

“It’s not appropriate,” Fu Zhi interjected, “I came up on stage to perform because I want to. I’m sorry to ask this, but are you going to pay me if you want to do a private interview with me? Besides, have you gotten my consent yet? If not, then keep your mouth shut and move away.”

“…”

‘What the… Why should we give you money if we want to do an interview with you?’

No matter how famous a celebrity was, he or she would never go to the extent of offending the media. This was because a pen was far deadlier than a sword. Once the media said something bad about them, their reputation and their career would be ruined. As such, this was the first time the reporter came across someone as tough as Fu Zhi. He was stunned for a good while, and it was only when Mu Chenxi cleared her throat that he snapped back to reality and pressed on, “I know it’s not appropriate to say, but you did not make any response regarding the rumors on the internet and I’m sure everyone, including the peeps in front of the screen, is curious about it as well. So, are you really Master Pure Feather?”

Fu Zhi paid him no mind.

Seeing Fu Zhi’s reluctance, the reporter continued, “Ms. Fu Zhi, you have to understand that Master Pure Feather is the representative of the literary world of China. Don’t you think it’s inappropriate for you to impersonate her?”

Just as Fu Zhi had expected, Mu Chenxi must be up for no good for inviting her to the gathering.

She did not think that Mu Chenxi would just stop after asking her to perform on the stage, and it was only now that Fu Zhi understood this was what Mu Chenxi was aiming for.

‘So she wants to humiliate me in front of the entire country? Interesting.’

Fu Zhi set her jaw tight and she did not answer the question immediately.

Just when she was thinking about how she should respond to the question, the grin on Mu Chenxi’s face was growing wider and wider.

If Fu Zhi said she was Pure Feather, the Fu Corporation would definitely step in. If she said she was not, then why didn’t she say so earlier? Why must she wait until people ask her? Did this mean that she had been riding on the wave of Pure Feather’s popularity the whole time?

Gu Min was like a cat on hot bricks as he was thinking about how he should help Fu Zhi.

As for Jiang Zong, he looked disappointingly at Mu Changqing and Mu Chenxi.

He could not believe that his father would work together with these two idiots.

Even though he was not very familiar with Fu Zhi, he knew that Fu Zhi would never piggyback on another person to make herself more famous. Anyone who had read “Red Sun” would be able to notice there were a lot of similarities between Fu Zhi and the protagonist in Red Sun in terms of patriotism and way of doing things.

It could be said that Fu Zhi was the prototype for the protagonist in Red Sun when Pure Feather was writing the book. Of course, he would also believe it if Fu Zhi said she was the one who wrote the book, and he felt there was a good chance that it might really be the truth.

After all, Jiang Zong knew how much a writer could earn, especially if Fu Zhi was supported by a literary giant, her pay would be increased multifold.

As such, Jiang Zong was not worried about Fu Zhi at all. Instead, he felt that there must be something wrong in Ouyang Ya’s brain.

The commotion below the stage was getting louder and louder.

“What’s the matter? Why aren’t you speaking? Are you really Pure Feather?”

“Of course, she is not. She hasn’t even finished her college entrance exams yet, so how could she write such a masterpiece?”

“She just keeps silent, and it’s kinda fishy…”

…

The reporter then continued, “What’s the matter, Ms. Fu Zhi? Everyone is waiting for your answer.”

After a short while, Fu Zhi lifted her head and replied indifferently, “Yes. I’m Pure Feather.”

The crowd was shocked, and countless exclamation points and question marks flew across the screen of the live-streaming room.

Mu Chenxi was stunned by Fu Zhi’s answer as well. “She must be delusional!”

On the other hand, Ouyang Ya felt something was not right.

The reporter asked, “If you’re really Pure Feather, then do you dare to swear to God that you’re not lying?”

“So you think I’m lying?” Fu Zhi did not answer but asked a question of her own instead.

The reporter touched his nose and replied, “That’s not what I mean.”

He took a step back as he had finished his mission.

“I knew you aren’t ordinary, Fu Zhi,” Mu Chenxi chimed in, “Oh yeah, the Mu Family has decided to donate 100 copies of “Phantom Light” to children in poor mountainous areas. All of them love you very much, so do you want to leave some message to them?”

Mu Chenxi then asked her staff to give Fu Zhi a pen and paper.

Everyone then looked at Fu Zhi as they waited in bated breath for her to write on the paper.

Without any hesitation, Fu Zhi wrote a few words on the paper with the black pen. The entire process was taken down by the camera, and the entire live-streaming room exploded after she lifted her head up.

[Holy mother of god! That’s Master Pure Feather’s handwriting! She’s really Pure Feather. Ah! I’m so excited!]

[Calm down. I don’t think they are the same. It seems like Fu Zhi is imitating Master Pure Feather’s handwriting.]

[If you don’t need your eyes, maybe you should donate them to someone who needs them.]

[They are exactly the same, and just keep your mouth shut if you don’t know anything. Is it so hard to admit that others are good?]