Double daughter: double-faced president stay away from me

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"Mom, it doesn't matter if Chen He comes here?" Until I was pulled out of the greenhouse, I still bit my lower lip and couldn't help retorting.

I could only see her pulling my back in a hurry without even looking back, but her voice was obviously indifferent, and she only replied: "Chen is just a servant, why are you going with us?"

I was irritated by her rude tone, which may have something to do with my original identity. When I heard these words, I couldn't control my emotions.

"Is identity really that important?" This is a question I have been unable to figure out since I came here.Madam was stunned by my question, and finally she was willing to look back at me. She seemed to think that I asked a boring question.

"Daughter, of course, people with high status like us naturally have a high status." She answered me very calmly and naturally.

"But..." I was dissatisfied with her answer, and retorted: "Dad was not just an ordinary person at first..." Before I could finish speaking, my hand was suddenly squeezed hard.

"Shut up!" Madam roared fiercely past her ears.

I was startled, and could only stare blankly at the lady in front of me. She was very angry, her brows were gathered together, and she stared at me angrily. The line of her mouth was twisted, showing deep-seated anger.

The soft moonlight shone on Madam, reflecting her angry face. She held my arm tightly, as if she wanted to use all her strength to block something.

"You...you actually said that, Master!!" She reprimanded out of breath, seeing her expression, if this continues, she will fall down again soon. The painful hand broke free and turned to support her.

Sure enough, in the next second, her body softened and she staggered. I hurriedly helped her up, and heard her muttering to herself: "Daughter, the master is different from others. You can't say that about him... you can't..."

It seems that the madam regards the master more important than her own body.

I lowered my face, feeling the absurdity in front of me, but I had no choice but to cooperate with her words: "I understand. Mom, don't get excited, just pretend that I haven't said anything."

Only then did Madam calm down, pressed her forehead, returned to the smiling expression just now, and continued to pull me forward.

Not long after we walked to the front of the house, Uncle Ming had been waiting for us there for a long time. When he saw us appearing, he looked at the faces of both of us cautiously, and sat in the driver's seat without saying a word to drive the car. There was an unbearable silence, so when the car stopped, I almost rushed out of the car as if fleeing.

I took a breath, looked up, but was shocked by the building in front of me. The three-storey building was located on the top of the hill, and the off-white exterior wall was decorated with European-style vaulted pillars. The buildings on both sides are brightly dyed, and the middle corridor is supported by the buildings on both sides. The two-story corridor below is an open design. You can see the crowd chatting and laughing lively, and the music like a green spring surrounds me. next to the ear.

I recognized this building as the only opera house in the city, but I didn't expect that under the dim starry sky, it would shock me so much that I couldn't speak.

"Go in." Madam didn't notice my frightened expression. I looked back at her and saw her walk in naturally, which in turn seemed to be me making a fuss. It appeared in a magazine, how could it appear in front of my eyes.

At this moment, I felt very excited. I lowered my head and laughed secretly, and walked in behind Madam.

The white marble on the ground is visible, the lights on the pendant chandeliers light up the gold-plated decorations, the long brown spiral staircase extends to the upper floor, and behind the maroon wooden door, the sound of music is faintly heard.

When we stepped into the theater, Madam’s exhortations were already echoing in my ears. I didn’t take it seriously, and looked around curiously, especially after Madam pushed open the door next to the concert hall, the corridor suddenly became empty. Obviously, ordinary people cannot enter.

It wasn't until Madam said the name I cared about that I came back to pay attention to her words: "Remember to be polite when you see Uncle Ding later, he is not only Xiwen's father, but also one of the organizers of this concert. "

"Xiwen's father?" My surprised eyes finally fell back on Madam.

"Yes, this theater itself was invested by Xiwen's father. Of course it is the best choice for you to perform here." Then, she said a lot of nonsense about performing hard for the master and so on.

I let her chatter non-stop, and my mind, ready to move, drifted to that Uncle Ding.

It didn't take long for us to come to a door. After the lady knocked on the door, someone pushed the door open immediately. I took a closer look and saw an uncle in a white suit standing in front of the stage.

Sure enough, this Uncle Ding did not disappoint me. As soon as I saw him, I knew that Xiwen's unique elegant temperament was inherited from him.

"Long time no see. Sincerely." The madam smiled with a rare gentleness, unlike the polite manner at the last banquet, instead she walked up to him and held out her hand with the acquaintance of a friend.

"Meiqin. You are welcome." He held his wife's hand, put on a gentle and friendly smile, and then saw me following behind his wife, and his smile deepened: "I heard that Xiwen often mentioned Yuyan, you How are you doing recently?"

In an instant, Xiwen's figure appeared in my eyes, and I could only stay in the same place with a blank mind, staring at the person in front of me until my wife called my name, and I blinked and greeted carefully: "Thank you Uncle Ding is concerned, I'm fine."

Unexpectedly, Uncle Ding and Xiwen are so similar, this is the saying that like father, like son, right?
While I was thinking wildly, Uncle Ding and his wife had already started chatting. From their conversation, I learned that Uncle Ding and his wife both graduated from a well-known music academy abroad, so his wife was not married. They were already friends when they were masters.

After graduating, Uncle Ding used his talent and money status to become the top talker in the country's top theater by the way.

Seeing their words and sentences, I knew that they had a lot of endless music topics to talk about. I followed their fingers gesticulating on the stage in front of me and looked up at the center of the stage.

This is where I performed, however, what I felt was not excitement, but a heavy sense of oppression on my heart, I swallowed my saliva and dared not express anything.

This concert hall is not as big as I think of CUHK, but it is also enough to hold a lively banquet. On the high stage, the red curtain hangs down to the ground, and there are baroque golden carvings on the top of the stage, and the bright lights hit the center of the stage. Especially conspicuous.

This gorgeous stage is where I'm going to perform.

When I think of this, I feel my body trembling, and my head keeps reminding myself to be calm, there is nothing to be afraid of, but the inexplicable fear still comes out from my limbs, I think my face must be very pale now.

"By the way, Yuyan, Xiwen is also here today, in the second concert hall, can I ask you to find him." Uncle Ding looked at me with a smile.

"Alright." Madam agreed on my behalf: "Daughter, you can go, I have something about Master that I want to discuss with Uncle Ding."

I kept smiling and nodded, and when I walked out of the concert hall, I leaned limply outside the door, gasping for breath. Unexpectedly, I, who was not afraid of anything, would feel breathless when I saw the stage where I was about to perform. Feeling angry.

I bit my lip tightly and tried to order myself to calm down in my head. After a while, my limbs regained strength.