Sweet Wife So Charming: CEO: Hold Back Your Heart-Chapter 208: Questions

Moira Young forced herself to finish playing the piece.

However, just because Moira Young’s fans didn’t hear, doesn’t mean other people’s fans didn’t hear. Other fans started protesting.

"What was that playing! Do you have any talent or not!"

Moira Young’s fans retaliated, and soon it escalated into a chaotic battle, almost breaking into a fight.

Moira Young stood on stage a bit at a loss, she wanted so much to say stop arguing, but as soon as she opened her mouth, it was drowned out by various noises.

The staff squatted under the stage and wrote a sign — get off the stage.

But Moira Young, watching her fans argue with others, felt guilty. The piano did have issues earlier, and she felt embarrassed playing the whole piece, it truly sounded terrible.

"Can I have another chance?" Moira Young asked the staff.

The staff shook their head, expression serious.

Moira Young looked a bit disappointed, then got off the stage. Suddenly someone whispered to the staff, and then they called Moira Young back.

"Moira Young, please perform again, otherwise if fans cause trouble, it would look bad."

Moira Young thanked gratefully, "Thank you for giving me the chance!"

"What will you perform? Let the music teacher prepare."

"I will sing a song." Moira Young reported the song name to the staff, and they swiftly informed the music teacher and team.

Immediately, Moira Young took the stage again. Fans stopped arguing and returned to normal. Even though the combined fan base of the other eight girls didn’t surpass Moira Young’s alone, so protests against giving Moira a second chance were ineffective.

This time, Moira Young’s fans started to listen quietly. She had already sung once during the semifinal, but then it was a cappella, and this time with accompaniment, it sounded very harmonious and pleasant.

Moira Young’s voice is quiet and gentle yet clear and chilly, very distinctive.

After finishing the song, other fans were speechless, and if they had to nitpick, it would be hard to.

Seeing her fans proud and excited, Moira Young also felt better, at least she hadn’t disappointed them this time.

After Moira Young stepped off stage, just as she walked out the studio door, she saw a swarm of reporters already blocking the entrance.

The flash and microphones rushing towards her made Moira Young feel panicked as if she were a startled deer, instinctively seeking an escape.

But there was no escaping!

More reporters piled in behind, wedging Moira against the wall, unable to move!

"Moira Young, may I ask why the first eight girls could only perform once, but you performed twice, why are you so special?" a media reporter asked directly.

Perhaps because this was the question everyone wanted answered, no one asked anything else, all holding microphones waiting for her response.

Moira Young helplessly looked at the microphones and cameras crowding in front of her, at the wolves-like faces eager to devour her!

"Why not answering? Is there a hidden story?" pursued the questioning reporter.

Moira Young swallowed, palms sweating, reporters and flashes were always a thorn in her side, an irremovable scar.

She was truly afraid.

Reporters exchanged looks, "Silence means consent, is there any secret you can reveal?"

"It’s rumored the show’s director was reported for exploiting female artists; even though it’s common in the entertainment industry, getting reported is a first. Did your director offend someone?"

Flashes went off continually. Moira Young blinked in sync with them, frowning, instinctively wanting to reach out and block.

"Not answering this question either? Is the exploited female artist you?"

Moira Young sighed, why did these boring, pointless things keep cropping up lately?

She finally forced herself to speak, "No."

"Then who is it?"

"I don’t know." Moira Young shook her head.

"Hey, what’s with the bump on your forehead? It wasn’t so obvious on stage just now, but now it looks severe!"

"I... accidentally hit myself..."

A few reporters had already recorded Moira Young’s words, then continued asking, "What do you think of tonight’s performance? What score would you give yourself?"

Moira Young took a deep breath, striving to speak without a quiver, staying calm, "Whatever score you think it deserves."

"You seem not very satisfied with your performance, right? In half an hour the rankings will be announced, you’re currently ranked first online, if this performance drops your rank, how would you feel?"

Moira Young froze, rankings were not what she cared about.

Moira Young didn’t respond again.

Reporters asked several consecutive questions, but Moira Young was like an unyielding wall, no matter how they asked, she only gave simple ’hm’ or said she didn’t know.

Reporters were nearly driven mad; under usual circumstances, many up-and-coming artists would wish for as many questions as possible during interviews.

Yet Moira Young was maddening.

None of her answers were useful, barely any hit the points needed, making it impossible to write a report afterwards!

"Moira Young, are you acting high and mighty?" a reporter couldn’t hold it in, their tone turning harsh.

The abrupt fierceness made Moira Young feel like she was being pushed out heartlessly by Julian Sinclair, reporters suddenly swarming her with interrogative tones and attitudes.

Her heart tightened, eyes slightly reddening.

Moira Young clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms, trying to use the pain to replace the ache in her heart.

"I barely asked and you’re crying, damn! How does one even interview like this!" The reporter looked helpless, "Never seen a female artist like you in my life!"

Other reporters chuckled, "Newcomer, fear of this kind of scene is inevitable."

"It’s alright, don’t cry. There will be many similar scenes in the future, better get used to it sooner," a female reporter consoled Moira Young.

A cluster of reporters scattered, with one male reporter teasing the sharp-tongued one, "Scared the child, why are you so fierce!"

The fierce reporter glanced back at Moira Young, eyes somewhat strange, "I feel as if I’ve seen her somewhere before, but just can’t remember."

"Female artist, always have some screen presence, feeling familiar is normal. You’ve been in this business so long, how don’t you get it?"

The fierce reporter shrugged, "Alright, let’s say I’m just overthinking."

After all the reporters dispersed, Moira Young leaned against the wall motionless, her legs felt weak...