Marked by My Stepbrother

After speaking, she walked toward the piano on stage, half annoyed and half petulantly.

Below the stage, Pei Qingqing crossed her arms in satisfaction.

Others might not know, but the Pei Family were all well aware that Wen Mian had been secretly suppressed overseas over the past five years due to the family's instructions.

Even if she attended some nondescript third-rate university and learned a bit about musical instruments, what of it?

Compared to her, a true wealthy heiress, it was simply no contest.

The more Pei Qingqing thought about it, the more delighted she became, as if she could already see Wen Mian playing the piano unsatisfactorily and being mocked by everyone.

The lighting was deliberately dimmed, a warm spotlight focused on Wen Mian, with her curly hair gently draped over her shoulders. She closed her eyes, and her fingertips pressed down on the piano keys...

The very next second, the melodious sound of the piano flowed from her fingertips.

All the transitions and final notes were handled with extreme perfection. This performance of "The Blue Danube" made it seem like the notes were truly flowing before everyone's eyes.

Pei Zhiyao stood in a corner, his gaze fixed on Wen Mian on stage.

At that moment, enveloped in the soft light, her fair and graceful face was pure and exquisite, and every movement she made radiated a breathtaking charm.

As the piece ended, Wen Mian slowly lowered her hands, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, but it was drawn to an intense stare.

It was Zhao Moxuan; he was gazing at Wen Mian with obsessed fixation, his eyes shimmering with insane greed and infatuation.

Meanwhile, Pei Qingqing at his side had a livid face, looking at her with a sullen expression.

Standing up, she approached the two without changing her expression and forced a smile, squeezing out a sentence—

"In China, there's an old saying about every pot having a matching lid. You and Zhao Moxuan are a perfect match. This piece today is dedicated to you; may you have a century of perfect harmony and hearts forever joined."

Having spoken, Wen Mian suppressed her smile and fiercely bumped into Pei Qingqing's shoulder as she walked towards the restroom.

The cold water flowed over her fingertips as Wen Mian delicately wiped her pale, slender fingers. Even though her skin had been scrubbed red, she felt no pain at all.

Playing the piano for that despicable couple had made her feel her hands were dirtied.

Suddenly, a familiar male voice sounded from behind her—

"So forceful? Doesn't it hurt?"

Wen Mian's heart skipped a beat. Just as she turned around, she was pulled into a stall by a strong force.

A warm hand covered her lips; she struggled fiercely, turning her head, only to lock eyes with a pair of familiar ones.

It was Pei Zhiyao again!

"What on earth..."

Before she could finish speaking, Pei Zhiyao placed his finger on her lips to silence her, his other hand lifted to point outside.

It was only then that Wen Mian heard the sound of high heels approaching from outside, the steps seeming to carry a hint of frustration and anger.

She immediately held her tongue.

If someone saw her and Pei Zhiyao hiding in a stall in the ladies' restroom, who knows how they would be slandered!

Outside, Pei Qingqing's familiar whining could be heard.

"Exactly! That slut dared to overshadow me! Today is my engagement party, yet there she is, making eyes at Axuan like I'm dead!"

As she spoke, she even stomped her foot fiercely.

Wen Mian couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Such skewed logic—it was clearly Zhao Moxuan's eyes that couldn't leave her, yet Pei Qingqing painted it as flirtation.

Before her thoughts settled, the hand that had covered her lips was now roving down to her waist.

Wen Mian tensed up, attempting to push away the man behind her with the burning body temperature.