[D*mn, I was wondering why the two songs didn’t sound the same. The emotions are different!]
Seeing this comment, many passers-by were instantly enlightened.
As for the keys or beats or whatever, probably only the professionals among them would understand.
Lu An’s fans continued —
[Also, hasn’t it already been confirmed that it’s not her biological mother? Let’s not talk about the benefits she enjoyed previously because of someone else’s mother. After all, our little sister also grew up in another family. However, this is about a creative work and ownership. No matter what, she should return it, right?]
[Someone actually said something about collecting a debt? Let me ask you: If someone misappropriates something which belongs to your biological mother, along with the fame and fortune that comes with it, but says nothing at all about your mother’s kindness toward her, how would you feel?]
[Why should I let her continue using it? I’m already doing her a favor by not making her spit out the capital and interest on top of that, understand?]
Lu An’s fans were utterly speechless!
[That… that can’t be called stealing, right? She just forgot to return it. How would it occur to her to do that right away?]
[That’s right, that’s right.]
Qi Yan’s fans felt guilty, but still insisted on muttering retorts.
Lu An’s fans were too lazy to bother with them anymore. Did she really forget to return it, or did it never occur to her? Who knew!
On the other side, Qi Yan had already quickly sorted herself out. She said in a weak and pitiful voice to Lu An, “I, I’m sorry. I didn’t consider it to that extent.
“I should have returned it after it was confirmed that I’m not Mom’s daughter. I, I know I was wrong. I’ll return it right now!”
As Qi Yan spoke, she was already beyond upset. She turned around and apologized to everyone. “I’m very sorry. I’m Qi Yan. This song, ‘Smoke,’ was given to me by my previous mother. I changed it a little based on my own preferences, and took it as my own. I never thought that my mother would turn out to not be my mother.
“I’m very sorry, I already know that I was wrong. I hereby officially clarify to everyone that this song, ‘Smoke’, was composed by my previous mother, Madam Man Ying. I’m very ashamed that I changed it a little and took it as my own. No matter what anyone says, I’ll accept it.
“It was my fault that this misunderstanding happened. Miss Lu can’t help but feel indignant on her mother’s behalf. I’m very sorry for wasting everyone’s time and taking advantage of public resources. I apologize to Miss Lu again!”
As Qi Yan spoke, she bowed slightly to Lu An, tears and snot running down her face.
Many people below the stage couldn’t help but sympathize. They felt that it wasn’t a big deal; after all, it wasn’t intentional.
On the side, Lu An said, “It shouldn’t be just an apology, right?
“There’s also the reputation and profits you earned from this song.
“Of course, we can put reputation aside. Whether or not you’ll still have a good reputation after today is another matter. However, profits can be calculated.
“For example, marketing, production, performances, endorsements, and so on. If we calculate the expenses for these projects, after removing all the costs for your own labor, shouldn’t you return the rest to my mother?”
“This…”
Qi Yan was completely stumped. She never expected Lu An to be so serious. Did she want her to spit out all the money she had earned from this song all these years?
“Heh!”
Qi Yan found it funny and couldn’t help but feel indignant.
