Turns Out, I'm from a Real Aristocratic Family!

Chapter 177: It Can Be Realized in Dreams

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Surrounded by fans, Fang Yuan faced a barrage of requests and compliments.

“Master, I’ve composed a song. Would I be fortunate enough to receive your guidance?”

“Hello, Senior. I’m Wang Jingjing, the third-place winner. Can I have the honor of learning from you?”

“Master Qingyin, your improvisation was incredible. I’m a devoted fan and can play all your songs!”

“Master Qingyin, can 1 have an autograph?”

“Could we take a photo together, Master Qingyin?”

They encircled Fang Yuan, maintaining a respectful distance as they observed her carefully, eagerly awaiting a response.

Fang Yuan glanced at her parents in the distance and spoke gently, “I’m sorry, 1 still have something to attend to today. Let’s pretend you didn’t see me here.” “Okay, okay!”

“Since the master said so, we definitely won’t spread any rumors!”

“Absolutely, Master. Don’t worry!”

“Master, when will you release a new song? We’ve been eagerly awaiting it for too long…”

Fang Yuan offered a sweet smile. “I’ll do my best.”

“Fantastic!” The fans were overjoyed and made way for the master, not daring to impede her. With the host announcing the end of the event, the audience dispersed.

Fang Yuan walked toward her parents. Seeing their excitement, she smiled. “Let’s talk in the car.”

“Sure, sure…” Cheng Ye was still grappling with the revelation that his precious daughter was a talented pianist.

Back then, the person who offered a high price to commission Master Qingyin’s composition was Old Fifth. One note cost 100,000 yuan, but he was rejected. Upon returning home, Old Fifth complained about how arrogant Master Qingyin was! Little did he know that this seemingly arrogant person was actually his biological sister. This revelation added an unexpected twist to the story.

A few loyal fans couldn’t help but feel envious as they watched Master Qingyin leave with Cheng Ye and his wife.

“True, birds of a feather flock together. If only 1 could be friends with someone as wealthy as Master Qingyin.”

The person next to them said, “Close your eyes.”

“Huh? Why?”

“It might happen in your dreams.”

On the way back, Cheng Yuqi felt that the trophy in her hand was heavy, much