A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1718 - 377: Lack of Skill, Charismatic Personality (Twenty-Seventh Update)
Zhuang Xiyue also received the tickets delivered by Yan Ke. Although she wasn’t feeling well, she was determined to support her son’s debut. Yun Ya took Xuanxuan and Zhuang Xiyue to the National Grand Theatre, arriving through a special entrance, finding their seats in the second row, the best spot for viewing.
The audience entered gradually, and the auditorium of the grand theatre was packed to full capacity. In the dim light of the audience seats, no one noticed that Zhuang Xiyue and Ji Yunya were seated in the second row.
When the time came, the host announced the start, and then the performance began. The choir appeared, the song ’Sing to the Motherland’ performed with generosity and passion, making everyone’s blood boil, lifting the atmosphere of the entire venue.
Applause thundered.
Next up was a top domestic singer, singing a song praising virtues, their powerful and sonorous voice lingering above the theatre.
Yan Ke took the stage as the final act. When the host announced his name, a commotion erupted from the audience, as they had clearly already guessed his identity.
The young man, dressed in a white suit, carried a cello to his seat, his posture tall, his appearance handsome and elegant, like a prince, gracefully charming.
Facing the audience, he bowed, and as he stood up, he winked at Yun Ya unintentionally and then sat down.
The melodious sound of the cello began to play.
The music was melodious and captivating. The golden tone perfectly showcased the enchanting charm of the cello, as if winds were sweeping over the vast plains, allowing people to feel that wide and warm embrace.
The style was natural, the lines pure, the phrases perfect, with rich variations. From emotion, intellect, to technique, a perfect balance was achieved, leaving the entire audience captivated, unable to turn away.
A perfect performance of "Air on the G String."
When the piece concluded, the young man stood, hand placed on his chest, bowing.
The applause was thunderous, long-lasting.
Pride filled Zhuang Xiyue’s eyes.
This was her son.
Xuanxuan clapped her little hands: "Uncle is amazing."
Yun Ya looked at the dazzling young man on stage and smiled lightly.
Yun Ya hadn’t noticed the quick flash of light in the eyes of the person sitting behind her.
Xuanxuan suddenly tugged on Yun Ya’s sleeve, whispering: "Sister, I need to pee."
"Okay, I’ll take you."
Zhuang Xiyue instructed: "Be careful, go quickly and return quickly."
Yun Ya nodded with a smile.
Holding Wei Xuan, she ducked down and moved through the audience. As Yun Ya stood up, a man in the row behind her also stood up and walked out.
Eighteen stood at the theatre entrance, waiting. Seeing Yun Ya emerge, they glanced behind her, coughed, and spoke in a low voice: "Someone’s following."
As an agent, Eighteen’s sharp gaze was formidable.
Yun Ya continued walking forward, her pace unbroken, and she spoke without turning her head, "Don’t mind him."
Eighteen quietly retreated, hidden in the darkness.
The man chased after them, following Yun Ya’s trail.
Having reached the restroom, Yun Ya sent Wei Xuan inside and stood at the sink washing her hands leisurely.
Suddenly, a man burst in, wielding a knife and approaching Yun Ya, his expression savage. Yun Ya watched through the mirror’s reflection, her smile unfaltering.
Just as he was about to reach Yun Ya, a hand suddenly shot out from the side, and with a shoulder throw, sent the man crashing into the wall and slamming to the ground.
Eighteen stood in front of Yun Ya, cracking their knuckles, sneering: "Such petty tricks and you dare attempt a kidnapping? Better return and train for a few more years."
The man in black, wearing a cap, had an obscured face. Wiping his mouth, he cleaned the blood from his lip, and turned to run.
Eighteen was about to chase him, but Yun Ya said calmly: "Let him go."
Eighteen turned back to her: "Miss, you know his origins?"
"Such an inept kidnapping, and that person who threw acid on me in the clinic last time, their methods are oddly consistent, equally naive and foolish." Yun Ya curled her lips in a disdainful smile.
She lacked the patience to play so many tricks with this woman.
Wei Xuan pushed open the door and walked out. Yun Ya immediately adopted a smiling face, washed her hands, and carried her out.
Zhuang Xiyue saw her return, breathed a sigh of relief, checked the time: "It’s about time, let’s go."
Yun Ya said: "You take Xuanxuan to the car and wait for me, I’ll go see Yan Ke."
"Okay." Zhuang Xiyue took Wei Xuan and left first, while Yun Ya carried a bouquet of flowers backstage.
The backstage staff, seeing Yun Ya, were incredulous, thinking their eyes deceived them. Was Ji Yunya really here?
After the surprise came delight as they crowded around. Yun Ya greeted everyone warmly and politely, her excellent manners and elegance and nobility making her stand out, deeply impressing those who saw Ji Yunya in person for the first time with her charisma.
