Chapter 130

  Fang Mo Nan thought for a moment and said: "This! Can I listen to the song first? Based on the style of the song, design it."

  "This is simple," Stacy said. "I brought the record. It's a non-classical album, for entertainment purposes only. The cover photo can be whatever you want."

  "Alright, I'll listen to it tonight and give you a call tomorrow." Fang Mo Nan said as he took the record.

  "Great! I'm counting on you." Stacy said excitedly, patting her shoulder.

  "This is hard to say, I'm satisfied, you may not be. Let's talk about it after the photos are out!" Fang Mo Nan said.

  "Okay." Stacy nodded, and the driver received her call and arrived soon. She went home happily.

  Soon Stacy's non-classical, entertaining album was released. The songs she chose were done by Mo Bei, filled with intense conflict, indignation, despair or hatred, the lingering overtones of the violin tremolo, accompanied by the mournful cry of the erhu, dark and like a female ghost's desperate scream.

  It's unexpected that Stacey hasn't released an album for a long time, and this one has changed her usual gorgeous style to be depressing, dark, gloomy, and desperate. She can express such negative emotions so vividly! Maybe it's the feelings after the car accident that made her heart heavy. The performance is extremely good, can be said to be perfect! A master is a master indeed!

  Because Stacy had no restrictions on the cover, Fang Mornan let her play freely, and she made herself a witch. The dark and ancient castles of Europe, with candelabras hanging from the ceiling and walls. Stacy sat sideways on a broom, floating in mid-air, with high hair, a long red robe, broken wrist armor, gloves, a large disaster-changing short sleeve, belt, old soldier's ghost pattern belt, shoes flame far-traveling boots. Long flowing tassels, long skirts, long chain pendants. Beauty is beautiful and swaying, beauty is beautiful and soul-stirring.

  The beauty of Stacy in the photo. Mysterious with a hint of evil, luxurious with a noble aura, delicate with an enchanting atmosphere, her eyes slanted as if gazing down at the world, suppressing a fierce and oppressive energy. Under the dim yellow candlelight, strong dark colors, Stacy's performance is mesmerizing, cruel and captivating, with three parts of witchcraft, women succumbing to her powerful queen aura, men surrendering under her pomegranate skirt.

  Stacy was satisfied with the photo and hugged Fang Mo Nan tightly. She enlarged this photo and placed it in her living room.

  Mo Bei won first place in the competition this time. Andres only found out what happened to his wife after the competition was over. Stacy didn't want to delay Mo Bei and him, so she called to inform him after the competition.

  Andres was overjoyed when he heard the news, and tears of joy fell from his eyes. He immediately took Mo Bei back to Philadelphia, feeling a mix of emotions along the way. It was truly a double happiness - his disciple had made him proud, and he could still be a father! What's not to be happy about? Moreover, with Mo Bei's rising fame came more attention, which put pressure on him to win, making Andres even more delighted. However, on the surface, he remained calm and warned Mo Bei not to become arrogant, but to continue working hard.

  After returning, Fang Mo Bei listened to Stacy's record and admired her playing skills. Stacy gave her a "this is what should be" smile, refueling and chasing after the girl! When she saw the photo, she was even more surprised, too unexpected, very good. Directly calling out that older sister is biased.

  Stacy, after years of silence, rose to fame again and even shot an MV for one of her most impactful violin pieces! The director of the MV also cleverly adopted a witchy style. After its TV broadcast, this violin album sold out big time, surpassing many pop music albums. The powerful packaging revealed a shocking force that shook the classical music world.

  An album of playful and experimental nature, led Master Stacy to take another route, with a strange violin style, dark yet high-quality cover art, inexplicably attracting another group of young listeners, becoming her loyal FANS. This was something even Stacy herself had never expected, a perfect and gorgeous transformation.

  Stacy, who was pregnant, was being treated like a queen by Andres. Stacy's agent, who had been planning to take advantage of the situation, could only retreat in defeat. The two had been waiting for many years for this child and thought it would never happen, so they couldn't bear the thought of anything going wrong again.

  In the golden October, with crisp autumn air, Hong Yaoqiang and his uncle personally came to the hospital in Philadelphia. Compared to their last meeting, his aura was even more impressive than before. Some people cast aside external power, but their own charm captivated the beautiful young nurses at the hospital.

  "Congratulations," Hong Yaoqiang said in a deep voice. He had used his channels to conduct a thorough investigation of her and knew that she had successfully obtained the certificate, of course, he also found out many "secrets". He also knew that she was not as innocent and harmless as she seemed on the surface, truly a person who didn't show their true face. Thinking about it, Ah Xi losing to her wasn't unjustified.

  "It should be me congratulating you instead." Fang Mo'nan looked him up and down with a profound meaning, saying enigmatically.

  "Haha... same to you." Hong Yaoqiang chuckled and returned to the topic at hand, "How is Uncle Bing's injury being treated?"

  Fang Mo Nan found the chief surgeon and arranged for him to have surgery as soon as possible. Of course, she needed to be present during the operation to help. Her spiritual energy first had to push the bullet fragments away from their original position, so that the surgeon could perform a better operation.

  After more than two hours, the shrapnel in Uncle Bing's leg was successfully removed. After pushing it out, Fang Mengnan also prescribed a few more medicines for Uncle Bing to use for post-operative recovery. Seven days later, the stitches were removed, and the wound healed very well. The rest of the time was spent recovering at home. Hong Yaoqiang and his family left the hospital, leaving behind a generous gift before they departed.

  When Fang Mengnan returned home, he saw a garnet red Porsche 911 luxury sports car parked in front of the apartment building and wondered if it was a new resident in this building.

  Fang Mo Nan didn't pay much attention and went upstairs to go home. As soon as he opened the door, he saw his aunt sitting on the sofa, with car keys and relevant documents placed on the coffee table in front of her.

  "Huh? Auntie bought a new car!" Fang Mo Nan sat cross-legged on the sofa and asked, looking at her with a furrowed brow as if something was off. "What's wrong?"

  "That car wasn't bought by me, you see." Xiaoyi handed the things on the tea table to Fang Mornan.

  "Oh!" Fang Mo Nan raised an eyebrow, looking at the thing in her hand. Was it that car downstairs? A note fell from the documents, with three words written on it: "Hong Yao Qiang". She suddenly understood everything. "Don't worry! Nothing's wrong."

  After hearing her words, Xiao Yi let out a sigh of relief and asked in succession: "Who sent it? Is there any trouble? Is it related to you?"

  "It's nothing!" Fang Mo Nan handed her the note, and Xiao Yi only looked at the name on it, "This is..."

  Miss Fang said, "Someone else's thank-you gift, my patient." She stared at Xiaoyi's eyes again, "No! You seemed to be afraid that the car had something to do with you just now." "Huh? What happened?"

  Her aunt was stared at by her niece, so she said: "Recently been disturbed by a rogue." Her face showed disgust, it can be seen that she was really annoyed.

  "Oh!" Fang Mo Nan leaned back against the sofa, raising an eyebrow. "It seems that Little Aunt is still very charming? I thought foreigners were blind to this kind of thing, is it normal?" The current Little Aunt's charm was tempered with innocence, elegance and intellect, no wonder! "Huh? Why didn't she have any admirers before?" Thinking about it, apart from the one he bumped into when he first arrived, he hadn't seen anyone else.

  "I'm already married, a mother of two, and they've all been rejected by me." Xiaoyi stretched out her left hand, the wedding ring sparkling brightly, still the one Fang Mennai had bought for her, though this little aunt didn't know. "But this annoying person just won't listen no matter what I say."

  "It doesn't matter what you say, just beat him up and it's settled." Fang Mo Nan said, raising his fist and waving it.

  "I'm not so violent, I'd better ignore him and avoid him," said Xiao Yi.

  "I'm afraid he thinks you're playing hard to get, pretending to reject him but actually welcoming him." Fang Mo Nan said with a smirk.

  "We'll talk about it later, if not, then let's solve the problem with violence as you said." Xiaoyi also raised her fist.

  "Let's go! Since the car is fine, let's go pick up the kids together and have dinner out. I'll give our chef a day off today." She patted Fang Mo Nan's head.

  The Porsche 911 is one of the world's most famous sports car brands, with a history of over thirty years since its debut in 1963. The beetle-shaped body paired with two round headlights has always maintained its style. My sister-in-law was sitting in the driver's seat for the first time and quickly adapted to it without spending too much time, picking up the kids from kindergarten and letting them sit on the back seats, buckling their seatbelts.

  "Where shall we go to eat?" asked Little Aunt.

  "Go there then." Fang Mo Nan took out a membership card and handed it to Xiao Yi.

  "The club, they only serve Western food." Xiaoyi glanced at the membership card in her hand. On it was a single name, Ronnie Alexander Hamilton, followed by an address.

  "If we're having Chinese food, I'll just make it," said Fang Mo Nan.

  "Me too!" said Little Aunt. The two little ones behind her heard their conversation and chimed in unison: "Eat Western food, eat Western food."

  "Okay, let's go to this club." Xiaoyi doted on the two babies, "You must be good and not make trouble, don't stick your heads out of the car window, it's very dangerous."

  "Good!" The two nodded in unison, "I'll drive!" said Little Aunt.

  "Mommy! We've got a new car!" Big Treasure touched the car seat with his small hand and looked around.

  "Yes! Isn't it beautiful?" said Little Aunt.

  "Beautiful, good-looking," said Er Ya.

  "It was your aunt who gave it to me," said Little Aunt.

  "I'll grow up and buy you a better car than this one," said Da Bao.

  Auntie laughed at her son's joke and said it was great, she waited.

  Fang Mo Nan thought to herself, Brother Qiang was afraid she wouldn't accept this gift, so he directly gave the car to Xiao Yi. It seemed like he had put a lot of thought into it. She took a look at the car and indeed, you get what you pay for - the expensive price was a symbol of status and taste, with low-key yet luxurious decorations. However, no matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find any flaws in the car; it was stylish, elegant, and very sensual. This model always seemed to exude a sense of leisurely sportiness from the outside, giving people the feeling that power was always present.