Chapter 151—The Livestream Battlefield

Everyone believed that an angry Lu Chuan was the real "Sanmu"...

"Lu Chuan, you are Sanmu, aren't you?"

The host’s eyes lit up as she walked toward Lu Chuan, but a moment later, the man shook his head. "I am not."

The host’s footsteps faltered. In the current situation, if the real Sanmu didn't step forward, there was no way to resolve this!

The entire venue fell into a stalemate, deathly silent.

Suddenly, Mu Ran’s voice, calm yet laced with a chill, rang out: "Ye Ran, did you pay me? You kept saying you wanted to buy it, but you never paid. Do you even know how to spell 'shameless'?"

"You! You are Sanmu!"

Ye Ran raised her hand in horror, pointing at Mu Ran’s meaningful face, her voice rising to a shrill, piercing pitch.

Mu Ran cast a cold glance at the finger pointing at her nose, a sneer tugging at the corners of her mouth. Suppressing the urge to snap that finger, she spoke slowly, "What do you think?"

The woman’s ambiguous words were like a massive boulder crashing into a calm lake, stirring up significant ripples.

Mu Ran is the creator Sanmu?

Impossible, right?

Does Mu Ran even have that kind of talent?

Bullet comments—

[Is there anything Mu Ran can't do?]

[Could Mu Ran just be pretending to be Sanmu, too?]

[Is the person above joking? Mu Ran has always been the one being impersonated; she wouldn't bother with that!]

[Some people really speak without thinking. Mu Ran has always been very low-key!]

[In the years since her debut, Mu Ran has never revealed her own identities; it’s always been the fans digging them up!]

[Mu Ran, an industry titan!]

[Titan my foot! A third-rate, scandal-ridden star, a two-timing harlot—calling her a titan?]

[She is the chairperson of SY, the country's top entertainment and film company. How does that not make her a titan?]

The eyes of everyone at the live studio were fixed on the graceful, captivating woman standing in the center of the stage. Their gazes were filled with admiration, surprise, and awe.

Gu Beichen, standing offstage, looked at her with an extra touch of doting affection.

He knew she was Sanmu.

"President Mu, are you really Sanmu?" the host asked, her voice trembling. This was the most challenging interview of her career, and she never expected to witness a "real vs. fake" showdown firsthand.

Mu Ran lazily accepted the microphone from the host. Her tone was languid, devoid of any arrogance, yet her words were humble and profound: "I spent some time learning composition and songwriting recently, and on a whim, I created the song 'City Hubbub.' It isn't perfect, and I am very grateful for everyone's appreciation."

Sudden, thunderous applause erupted.

Compared to Ye Ran’s arrogant and self-satisfied attitude, the woman’s demeanor was low-key and poised—the difference between heaven and earth.

"You, Mu Ran, I don't believe you are Sanmu! E-even if you are, these two songs must have been composed by people you paid! You could never create works like these! You’re just a pathetic little actor, what do you know?"

Ye Ran was frantic with rage; she never imagined Mu Ran would be so talented!

Back then, she had contacted "Sanmu" via email and proposed to buy the rights to "City Hubbub." They had already agreed on a price, but she had been short on cash recently and planned to ask her godmother for money in a few days.

Ye Ran believed that since Sanmu had set the price and intended to sell the song to her, it would eventually be hers, even if she hadn't paid yet.

But what blew her mind was that Sanmu was actually Mu Ran!

"Ye Ran, show some respect! You have no talent of your own, you’re unscrupulous and filthy in your thinking; you have no right to question President Mu!"

Lu Chuan’s face flushed red. He wouldn't allow a hypocritical woman like Ye Ran to insult his idol.

Lu Chuan stood in front of Mu Ran, chin held high, looking as though he wouldn't let anyone get near her.

"You didn't pay, yet you claim the song is yours? Why would you think I couldn't create such a work?"

Mu Ran wasn't angry or annoyed. Her lips curled upward, her eyes flashing with a cold light, and a murderous aura radiated from her.

The host and Lu Chuan were clever enough to step aside, leaving the two women to face each other directly.

The brilliant stage lights showered down on Mu Ran. At this moment, she transformed into a queen of justice, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

"Screen share."

Mu Ran spat out the two words chillingly.

Behind the live stage was a massive screen. An Lan, having rushed back from the office, stood by the control computer, inserted a flash drive, and clicked play.

The live feed switched to the big screen.

Nearly a million viewers were filled with excitement.

A live show showdown! Everyone loved a good "slapping the face of a scumbag" segment.

Screenshots of email conversations appeared on the screen.

It was the chat history between Sanmu and Ye Ran.

Ye Ran’s pale, gloomy face suddenly appeared on the live broadcast. She stared at the big screen, the veins on her forehead visibly bulging. She then turned her gaze toward Mu Ran, who stood to the side, looking calm and indifferent.

Ye Ran’s look was vicious and jealous, sharp as a knife, twisted and restrained, flashing with a sinister glint.

The audience watching the live stream felt a chill in their hearts and gasped.

[Is this Ye Ran trying to kill someone?]

[That woman’s look is so terrifying!]

[It’s clear she was impersonating Sanmu, and now that she’s been exposed, she deserves it!]

Finally realizing the camera was on her, Ye Ran’s expression changed instantly. Pity and grievance flooded her stiff face; she blinked, forcing herself to shed tears.

She opened her mouth, raised her hand to wipe her eyes, and complained pitifully to the camera, "I never said I was the creator Sanmu. The song 'City Hubbub' was clearly... Sanmu—no, Mu Ran—had already agreed to sell it to me."

Ye Ran spoke rapidly, but after finishing her sentence, she realized there was no sound coming from her microphone.

She widened her eyes and glared at the sound engineer. He looked up, offered a dismissive smile, and even gestured toward his mouth, signaling the woman to stop talking.

Ye Ran was the ultimate "green tea bitch"!

Even the sound engineer couldn't stand it anymore.

The live camera turned back to Mu Ran and the giant screen behind her.

"The song is yours? Ye Ran, did you pay? Is there something wrong with your brain?"

Mu Ran didn't hold back in her retort. Seeing that the woman still didn't think she was in the wrong, she turned completely cold.

This Ye Ran held deep hostility toward her.

If she wanted to cause trouble on SY’s home turf, then she shouldn't blame Mu Ran for being ruthless.

Mu Ran nodded toward An Lan offstage. Instantly, the big screen displayed numerous photos, videos, and even transaction screenshots.

"Miss Ye, this isn't the first time you've impersonated someone else. Oh, and sometimes you even impersonate someone else's wife."

Ye Ran’s nerves were pulled tight like a wire; she was like a bomb ready to go off at any moment.

Ye Ran strode up to Mu Ran and raised her hand, attempting to claw at the woman’s exquisite face, which still wore a mocking smile.

"Thump—"

Ye Ran fell face-first off the stage.

The woman winced in pain. "Mu Ran, what are you trying to do? 'City Hubbub' is yours! It's yours, okay? Was it necessary to push me!"

The stage was a meter and a half high. Falling wouldn't cause a fracture, but it was enough to cause a nasty injury.

"You fell yourself, and you're blaming me?"

Mu Ran bent slightly, lifting her skirt to the side, revealing her smooth, long legs.

A man offstage watched with a cold, inscrutable gaze, his dark eyes locked on Mu Ran’s legs. A moment later, he took out his phone and sent a text to Shen Mubai.

Suddenly, a scream echoed through the studio.

"Blood! It's blood!!"

The scene descended into chaos. What blood?

On stage, Lu Chuan took a long stride forward, standing next to Mu Ran, and anxiously grabbed her arm. "President Mu, are you alright?"

His worried gaze scanned Mu Ran from head to toe.

"I'm fine, let go." Mu Ran didn't spare the man a glance. Her eyes met Gu Beichen’s displeased, jealous gaze in the air. She smiled faintly, then shook off Lu Chuan’s hand.

Lu Chuan watched his hand being brushed away, dazed, and gave a dry smile. "Apologies, President Mu, I was too forward."

"Good that you know."

"It’s Ye Ran’s blood! So much blood!"

The SY employees offstage gathered in a circle around Ye Ran, who was slumped on the floor.

"What's going on?" An Lan pushed through the crowd, anxious. "Move aside, all of you, stop watching the spectacle!"

Ye Ran was in agony as blood flowed from her lower body.

An Lan knelt in front of the woman, looking at her pale, weak face and the shocking pool of blood. Her heart trembled. "A miscarriage?"

"Xiao Ran, it looks like she’s had a miscarriage!"

An Lan looked up at Mu Ran, who was looking down at Ye Ran expressionlessly from the stage. Her voice was urgent, "Xiao Ran, I'm going to call an ambulance!"

The woman on stage remained indifferent. She parted her lips slightly, "Li Gang, how is an artist from your studio pregnant?"

Li Gang, like Mu Ran, stood on the stage, distancing himself from the chaos below.

"I don't know either. This girl really gives me a headache! You don't need to worry about it. Her falling has nothing to do with you. Her godmother is coming."

Li Gang cast a meaningful look at Mu Ran. "The Madam of the Mu family."

A strange look appeared on Mu Ran’s cold, beautiful face. She was just about to say something to Li Gang.

Suddenly, "Ranran! Ranran, are you okay! Oh my god, my sweet girl, why are you bleeding so much!"

The Madam of the Mu family stormed into the studio with several doctors in white coats.

"Ranran? Sweet girl?" Mu Ran watched the elegant, panicked noblewoman offstage. Her focus gradually blurred, and her soul began to wander.

Madam of the Mu family?

Isn't that her mother?

In her memories, the three Mu brothers were her brothers, so wasn't their mother her mother too?

Why didn't that woman see her? To be precise, why was there no trace of her in that woman's eyes?

She was calling Ye Ran "Ranran, sweet girl"...