Chapter 16 — Not married yet, asked me to have children, I turned around and married the CEO

"Difficult mother-in-law" and "genuine white lotus flower".

Tong Uyen Nhi still seemed unsatisfied, her eyes flashed with calculation, then suddenly suggested.

“Aunt Tan, I heard that we just bought a Steinway, can I play a song for everyone to listen to?”

“Okay, okay!”

Tan Uyen Nhu immediately clapped her hands in response, looking at her with pride in her eyes. Tong Uyen Nhi glanced at me smugly, then walked towards the piano in the living room. Immediately after that, fluent notes sounded, the melody was smooth, the technique was clearly not bad. I have to admit… she plays very well. When the music ended, Tan Uyen Nhu immediately led the applause.

“Uyen Nhi is truly both beautiful and talented.”

"If we stand next to Canh Tham... then we can be called a good match."

Tong Uyen Nhi bowed her head and smiled shyly, but her eyes looked provocatively at me.

“Miss Hua… can you play the piano?”

In an instant, all eyes in the room focused on me. On Tong Uyen Nhi's face was a smile of victory, clearly she believed that with my background, it was impossible for me to come into contact with this luxurious musical instrument. She wants me... to be embarrassed in front of everyone. Tan Uyen Nhu couldn't hide her gloating expression, almost waiting to see me lose face so she could have an excuse to push me out of the Luc family. I stood up. Don't say a word. Just quietly walked towards the piano. Tong Uyen Nhi curled her lips, stepped aside, gave way, her tone full of sarcasm.

“You are welcome, Miss Hua.”

“Don't tell us… you can't even read music?”

I don't look at her. I sat down in front of the piano, placed my hands on the black and white keys, my fingertips gently touching the cold, smooth surface. In that moment... I felt like I became a different person. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The image of that night appeared in my mind, when Luc Canh Tham sat behind me, little by little guiding my hands on the keyboard. Your temperature. Your scent. The voice was low in the ear. Everything... turns into strength. A second later, I opened my eyes. My fingertips lightly touched the keys, then suddenly moved, as flexible as flowing water, each note popped out clearly and quickly, carrying a strong pulling force that made the whole space seem to be swept away. The sound that rang out was not a simple practice piece, but Liszt's “La Campanella,” one of the most difficult etudes in the world, famous for its harsh technique and extreme emotional intensity. In just a few short seconds, the entire hall fell into absolute silence. Everyone was pulled back by this sudden sound of music, as if they had just witnessed something beyond expectations, beyond all the prejudices they had placed on me. The smile on Tong Uyen Nhi's lips froze, her eyes gradually widened, unable to hide the surprise that was rising little by little. Tan Uyen Nhu's face also changed completely, the previous gloating expression disappeared without a trace, replaced by a shock that could not be hidden. Even grandpa - who always kept a calm expression - couldn't help but show surprise in his eyes. Only Luc Canh Tham. He leaned back on the sofa, holding a glass of wine, his deep dark eyes following my every move. In that look... there was no longer judgment, nor coldness. It's an emotion I've never felt before seen before. And... it's so hot that people don't dare to look at it for a long time. My fingers glide across the keys, sometimes violently like a thunderstorm pouring down, sometimes gently like water flowing through a crack in the rocks. All the resentment, self-pity, months of being oppressed, looked down upon... Along with my own rebirth. I put it all into this song. This is not a performance. This is a declaration of war. That's how I tell the world... Hua Niem is no longer someone that anyone can arbitrarily look down on. The last note falls. The echo lingered in space, lasting like an aftershock. The whole hall... remained silent. No one said anything. All were still immersed in the recent "earthquake" and had not yet recovered. I slowly stood up, bowed slightly, my movements were slow but standard, every detail exuding confidence and composure. The first applause rang out. Grandpa stood up, clapped his hands vigorously, his eyes looking at me were no longer as sharp as before but full of appreciation.

"Good! Really good!"

“This ‘Bell’… has both spirit and soul!”

“This girl… is not simple!”

Grandma also clapped her hands nonstop, her face beaming as if she had just picked up a treasure.

"Oh my god! Our Nen Niem is so good!"

“It sounds better than a professional artist!”

Tong Uyen Nhi was now completely pale. She looked at me, her eyes as if she saw something that did not belong to this world. The thing she was always proud of… in front of me, was like a child's play. This is not a comparison. Which is completely crushed. Tan Uyen Nhu doesn't need to say anything.