Well, after a whole night's worth of effort, Mu Chenxi had successfully put Fu Zhi on a high pedestal.

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

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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 choose Fu Zhi instead without a shadow of a doubt, so she did not want to listen to anybody's voice right now.

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

After all, this was just a suona performance. All musical instruments were categorized into different levels, and the suona was certainly not at the highest echelon. It was already humiliating enough that Fu Zhi had learned to play the suona, but 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 reporters already, right?" Mu Chenxi was the only one who got the short end of the stick after 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 the group of directors made.

All 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 whether she was really unable to spare some time.

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 that some of them were going to send their kids to learn the suona or the guzheng.

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

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

Holding a microphone in his hand, the man in the suit with the camera in front of him said gently, "You're Ms. Fu Zhi, right?"

Fu Zhi was about to get down from the stage. When she heard the man's voice, she stopped in her tracks and lifted her head. "Yes, I am."

"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 the stage to perform because I wanted to. I'm sorry to ask this, but if you want to have a private interview with me, are you going to pay me? Besides, have you gotten my consent? If you have not, then keep your mouth shut and move away."

"…"

'What the… Why should we give you money if we want to have 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 career would be ruined. As a result, 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 this, but you did not respond to the rumors on the internet, and I'm sure everyone, including the peeps in front of the screen, is curious as well. So, are you really Master Pure Feather?"

Fu Zhi paid him no mind.

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

Just as Fu Zhi had expected, Mu Chenxi had to be up to no good. Otherwise, she wouldn't have invited 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 to do.

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

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

As 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 hadn't she said so earlier? Why had she waited for people to 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 could help Fu Zhi.

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

He could not believe that his father would work 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's success to become more famous. Anyone who had read "Red Sun" would be able to notice a lot of similarities between Fu Zhi and the protagonist of the book in terms of their patriotism and way of doing things.

It could be said that Fu Zhi had been the prototype of the protagonist of "Red Sun" while Pure Feather had been writing the book. Of course, he would also believe it if Fu Zhi said she was the one who had written the book, and he felt that 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, and her pay could increase multifold.

Thus, Jiang Zong was not worried about Fu Zhi at all. Instead, he felt that there must be something wrong with 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 exam yet, so how could she write such a masterpiece?"

"She just keeps silent, which is kinda fishy…"

…

The reporter then added, "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 that something was not right.

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

"So you think I'm lying?" Fu Zhi did not answer. She asked a question of her own instead.

The reporter touched his nose and replied, "That's not what I meant."

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

"I knew you weren'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 a message for them?"

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

Everyone looked at Fu Zhi as they waited with 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 recorded by the camera, and the whole live-streaming room exploded when she lifted her head.

[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. Just keep your mouth shut if you don't know anything. Is it so hard to admit that others are better than you?]