Chapter 1180: The Whole City Boycotts That Disgusting Woman

It turned out that the last batch of audience members in the music hall, completely overwhelmed by Qin Wenrou, had also run out to join Qin Xin’s outdoor music concert.

Hu Yi perked up his ears to listen for a moment and gossiped, “Sister Xin, I’ll go check out what’s happening.”

He jogged to the music hall, and in less than a minute, ran back looking like he’d seen a ghost: “Oh my god, Sister Xin, my pure little heart has been severely damaged and contaminated, boo hoo hoo…”

Who would have thought that as soon as he opened the back door of the music hall, he’d see Qin Wenrou with a man who looked like a fitness trainer, rolling across the piano!

Not playing the piano properly was already bad enough.

The key point was, the man was all muscles, wearing a tank top and tiny shorts, with an oily face that made him look nothing like a serious musician.

And as for Qin Wenrou, it was unclear where all her clothes had gone.

The sound of the piano keys was entirely from her arms, butt, and the back of her head pounding on the piano.

Qin Wenrou wasn’t wrong when she said she really had innovated and progressed abroad, creating a more shocking way to play the piano than back home.

Only thing is, she innovated in shamelessness.

And progressed in further flaunting and – seduction!

Hu Yi was disgusted beyond words, fleeing back hurriedly, furiously rubbing his eyes: “I regret it to death, why the hell did I have to be nosy, now I even want to change my eyeballs…”

The group burst into laughter.

Qin Xin clapped her hands: “Come on, let’s play another tune to cleanse everyone’s eyes and ears.”

The crowd enthusiastically responded, “Yes!”

The light and melodious sound of music floated along the riverbank once again, drowning out the mess of sounds coming from the music hall.

Late-arriving journalists frantically squeezed into the crowd to snap pictures of Qin Xin and others playing.

Soon.

The major media outlets in Imperial City had all released their news headlines.

The performance of the anonymous artists by the river had become the talk of the town.

In stark contrast to that was the report on Qin Wenrou, oh no— the overseas-returned “artist” Rose’s performance.

Because they’d accepted Rose’s promotional fee, the reporters had to report on her, but there was no way they’d praise her against their conscience or turn Rose into some saintly figure.

They cleverly refrained from judging in words whether Rose and the man’s rolling on the piano was good or not, instead, they directly placed a spicy little picture in the bottom right corner of the front page, leaving it to the readers to judge.

The comment sections of all major media blew up that day.

The readers cursed in droves:

“What kind of report insults my intelligence? How can such pictures appear openly in the media?”

“Not everyone loves watching this kind of… meat-selling stuff!”

“I admit I like watching meat, but definitely not this kind of utterly unattractive dead meat!”

“Boycott dead meat Rose, boycott fake foreigner artists!”

“Boycott dead meat Rose, boycott fake foreigner artists!”

Hu Yi, who was happily scrolling through the comments on his phone, looked up at his friends and sighed, “The netizens truly have sharp eyes… I’m relieved.”

The outdoor concert by the river had come to an end.

Unable to withstand the enthusiasm of the audience, Qin Xin agreed to consider arranging for another one next time, and she decided to donate all of today’s proceeds to the “Wish” Foundation to help children with Tourette syndrome from poor families.

The crowd gradually dispersed, though not completely satisfied.

Just as they were about to get into their cars, another uproar came from the music hall direction.

This time it wasn’t the audience causing a scene.

Instead, Qin Wenrou was running out with her torn evening gown, hair disheveled, shouting and yelling—