Chapter 4 — Whose Seat Belongs To

Before he could finish his sentence, the lights in the entire yard suddenly went out. Huge cheers and screams instantly drowned out all sounds. The concert is about to start. The big screen started playing the brightly lit opening countdown. All attention was absorbed by the stage. General Manager Vuong saw that and immediately let go of my collar and pushed me aggressively. "Consider yourself lucky. Wait until the concert is over and we'll settle the matter." He thought that with the lights out, this matter would be over for now. But he didn't know, the real drama was just starting now. On the main screen in the middle of the stage, right at the moment the countdown reached zero, Co Hoai's image did not appear. Instead, there was a beam of bright white spotlight. It did not shine on the stage, but passed through the crowded sea of people, shining straight to area A, row 1, seat number 1. Finally, it fell on a boy... The whole stadium was silent for a moment. Everyone looked at the boy in shock, including General Manager Vuong's family. The expressions on their faces, from aggressive and arrogant, to confused, finally to panic, were not easy to recognize. "What's going on? Why is the light shining here?" Giang Lam muttered. General Manager Vuong also frowned, clearly not expecting an incident. I stood next to the light, my face expressionless. Immediately afterwards, a deep voice rang out through the scene's most advanced sound system, spreading throughout the stadium. That was not Co Hoai's voice, but the voice of the main director - director Tran. "Hello audience, have a good evening. Before Co Hoai's concert officially begins, please allow me to introduce a very special guest." Director Tran's voice paused for a beat, keeping the audience in suspense. All eyes, following the spotlight, gradually stopped on me. "The person sitting in area A, row 1, seat number 1, is our most distinguished guest tonight." "She is the famous music producer, musician - golden lyricist, the person who created countless classic hits - Kieu Van, Ms. Kieu!" "At the same time," Director Tran's voice carried a bit of laughter: "She is also my biological sister." Co Hoai." "Please give Ms. Kieu Van the warmest round of applause!" If the name "golden musician Kieu Van" has shocked a part of fans, then the title "Co Hoai's biological sister" is like an atomic bomb exploding in the hearts of all fans. Co Hoai debuted for five years and has never publicly disclosed any information about her family. Fans only know that he is an orphan, thanks to his talent and efforts, he got to where he is today. No one expected him to have a sister! But also a person who has almost never appeared, only appearing on the album production list - the legendary boss: Kieu Van! "Oh my god! Kieu Van! Is that the writer of Dawn and Ngan Ha?!" "Oh my god! It's a real person! I actually got to see Kieu Van in the flesh!" "She is Co Hoai's sister?!! I never knew about such shocking news?!" "No wonder why Co Hoai's music is so profound, it turns out to be I have my older sister writing music for me!” Screams, gossip, and cameras immediately surrounded me. Next to me, General Director Vuong and Giang Lam, their faces could no longer be described by the word "unsightly". It was a kind of whiteness mixed with panic, disbelief and extreme despair. General Director Vuong's lips trembled, and his wrist wearing Patek Philippe also trembled slightly. Giang Lam's legs were weak, almost collapsing on the spot. She stared at me, as if wanting to see some hypocrisy on my face. As for Tieu Vu's son, who just now was arrogant and arrogant towards me, his mouth was now open.

The phone made a "crack" sound and fell to the ground, shattering the screen. He looked at me, then looked back at the stage, his eyes filled with panic, as if witnessing the entire idol image in his heart crumble to pieces. At this moment, the stage elevator was slowly pushed up. Co Hoai in a white performance outfit, holding a microphone, appeared in the center of the stage. He didn't look at the screaming fans below, but his eyes stopped exactly on me, those beautiful peach blossom eyes, full of worry and guilt. The first sentence Co Hoai said was neither singing nor greeting fans. Instead, he bowed deeply to me: "Sister, I'm sorry." "I'm late, I've made you suffer." Co Hoai didn't pay attention to the noise below, he stood up straight, his eyes left me, slowly scanning General Director Vuong's family next to me. His eyes were very cold, as cold as ice and snow in Siberia. "I heard that someone wanted to steal my sister's seat just now?"