The Daughter of a Conglomerate Family Has Debuted - Chapter 334

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An extravagant opening with the Orchestra as the Concert Venue’s prelude.
The view from the Stage as we rose through the Lift was truly far more beautiful than I had imagined.
A space so vast that my eyes couldn’t take it all in.
That entire space filled with pink Fan Chants.
It felt as though I were gazing upon the Milky Way in the dead of night, not a Concert Venue at all.
‘This is really….’
What do I do?
We hadn’t even started yet.
This wasn’t some special event gift.
The Audience simply waved their Fan Chants with all their might the moment we appeared.
Yet just witnessing that sight overwhelmed me so completely that tears threatened to spill.
All these countless people had gathered here to cheer us on.
Flora was truly receiving so much love.
It was natural, and yet somehow not natural at all—and when I rediscovered this truth anew, my heart swelled with an indescribable happiness.
It was worlds apart from the Rehearsal.
The other Members, like me, seemed overwhelmed by the Audience’s Cheers and the countless Fan Chants, hesitating for a moment before moving forward naturally and beginning to Sing.
An elegant beginning.
Despite opening with Blooming and the Orchestra, the Concert’s Atmosphere had reached its peak.
A crisis threatened to derail our plan from the very start.
We had clearly intended to begin with something grand, brilliant, and magnificent.
But the moment our eyes met directly with the Fans in the Audience Seating, I found myself smiling naturally.
The elegant opening we had maintained through Rehearsal crumbled as we moved toward the Center Stage.
In the end, all the Members abandoned their aloof pretense and began walking while waving to the Fans.
‘This is fun.’
We arrived at the center of the Stage grinning widely and waving, having forgotten our Concept entirely, and even as we transitioned directly into the Choreography, we never quite reclaimed our elegance.
Each time we smiled and waved, the Fans cheered in response, and eventually even the Dancers waiting at the Center Stage were swept up in the Atmosphere and laughed along.
In the end, our first Stage performance of Blooming, despite its brilliant entrance with the Orchestra, had instead created a comfortable and Harmonious Atmosphere.
Fortunately, the Stage that had become completely lighthearted was finally brought under control when the next Song, Famous Paintings, began.
In any case, Blooming concluded well. The Lighting at the Center Stage dimmed, and the elegant melody of the Orchestra began to sound once more from the Main Stage.
While the Orchestra played, we in the Blackout worked hard to calm our excited hearts and aligned our Formation.
We suppressed our laughter, closed our eyes, and focused on the music we could hear.
As the Orchestra played, the Fans’ voices naturally diminished, and listening quietly, I gradually became more composed.
And shortly after, the Orchestra naturally began playing the Prelude to Famous Paintings.
“Ohhhhh….”
Gasps of admiration echoed from all around, and in response, the Stage gradually brightened and our figures were revealed once more.
The admiration transformed into Cheers.
In perfect time with the Orchestra’s melody, I tilted my head gracefully as if I had never faltered, and released the tangled formation with the Dancers to step forward.
On the Electronic Display Board behind the Stage, ink-wash paintings stretched out lengthily, and Famous Paintings began to be inscribed in Chinese characters throughout.
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You, watching me
When will you finally notice?
Beauty overwhelms you
As the Famous Paintings stage was well underway, Ryu Ji-ye’s Grandfather Ryu Byung-sun—who had been ceaselessly nagging until now—fell silent and focused entirely on the stage.
“….”
No admiration, no thoughts whatsoever crossed his mind.
He simply followed his granddaughter’s every movement with blind devotion.
With only internet news and television as his media sources, Ryu Byung-sun had never properly witnessed Ryu Ji-ye fully digest an entire song.
He had only ever seen what the Music Shows captured during filming—today was the first time he had witnessed his granddaughter’s complete stage performance in its entirety.
And yet….
‘Talent.’
It felt as though he were watching someone other than his granddaughter.
Not the tomboyish, cute yet unreliable granddaughter he knew, but a star possessed of a tremendous, luminous talent that shone brilliantly even in solitude.
A strangely unfamiliar presence stood upon that stage.
He even forgot to wave his fan chant light stick with vigor.
Meanwhile, Ryu Jin-woo continued to observe the stage with an expressionless face and a faint smile, yet the emotion Ryu Byung-sun felt transcended dimensions.
Of course, this was not his first time watching Ryu Ji-ye’s stage.
He had seen it dozens, hundreds of times.
Watching Start Plan with Ryu Ji-ye in it, he had come to acknowledge that his granddaughter—whom he thought didn’t know the first thing about music—possessed exceptional musical talent.
She sang well, danced reasonably well, and when she appeared on broadcasts, she looked so beautiful—perhaps thanks to the camera’s flattering touch.
He had thought she had found her calling, and he was proud of his granddaughter performing on television.
‘Those Broadcasting Station people just focus on her face….’
This was the first time he had seen Ryu Ji-ye dance and sing in person, and hearing her live performance was even more of a first.
That resonant, unwavering voice that filled the enormous Concert Venue, the refined vocal tone and technique honed through proper training.
The expressions and gestures that shifted in perfect harmony with the song and dance throughout, the professionalism of precisely catching the camera’s gaze and meeting its eye.
And above all, the warmth she showed when looking at her Fans.
Eyes brimming with affection—so utterly different from the impudent, reckless gaze she showed her Family Members.
It was nothing like watching a granddaughter’s talent show.
It was far too professional.
That presence felt unfamiliar, transcending mere pride.
“She’s quite good, isn’t she? Ji-ye. She said she practiced hard.”
“…She does reasonably well.”
“Her expressions are excellent too. I heard she’s popular because of her good expressions.”
“A singer isn’t an actor—what good does a good expression do? She should focus on singing….”
Ryu Byung-sun fell silent. Simply watching Ryu Ji-ye on stage, he found his mouth closing of its own accord.
Could he truly say that a singer only needs to sing well, after witnessing that presence on stage?
Every expression, every gesture, every habit in her dance overwhelms the atmosphere and stirs the Fans.
The Fans respond not merely to her singing or dancing, but to every moment born from the totality of everything Ryu Ji-ye possesses.
And remarkably, Ryu Ji-ye wielded this aspect exceptionally well.
Before long, Famous Paintings had ended. The stage, which had dimmed briefly, was bathed in crimson Lighting, and immediately Revenge began.
On stage, Ryu Ji-ye was far sharper, more rebellious-looking, and infinitely cooler than Ryu Byung-sun had ever imagined.
“How can someone like that even exist….”
She was terrifyingly skilled. Ryu Byung-sun, watching only Ryu Ji-ye with astonishment and wonder, soon broke into a satisfied, hearty smile.
Both her performance on stage and the praise from the Fans pouring in from behind filled him with such overwhelming pride and satisfaction that he didn’t know what to do with himself.
‘I’m glad I made time to come.’
I should have brought my son and his wife instead of sending them on that business trip.
“Jin-woo, teach me that too, will you? You know how the Fans are cheering? How do they do that?”
“…The Fan Chant?”
“Is the Fan Chant when you call out the Members’ names?”
Ryu Byung-sun began enthusiastically waving his light stick and cheering along with the Fans.
Ryu Byung-sun had no idea.
“What do I do? I can only see Ryu Ji-ye’s Grandfather.”
“It’s so funny I can’t focus on the stage.”
That while he was passionately cheering like Flora’s number one Fan, having forgotten all about dignity, Ryu Byung-sun himself was drawing attention no less than Flora.
It couldn’t have been otherwise.
The CEO of the Hongjin Group—someone who might even be more famous than Flora in Korea.
The mere fact that he had come to his granddaughter’s first Concert to watch was noteworthy.
But beyond simply watching, he was enthusiastically waving his light stick and chanting the Fan Chant.
His Stage Presence was practically on par with Flora’s.
His passion for cheering was so intense that everyone in every seat he occupied found their gaze stolen from Flora to Ryu Byung-sun.
“I heard there was strong Family opposition to Ji-ye at first.”
Yet he’s enjoying himself so thoroughly?
“I wish Ji-ye could see him like this.”
It was the moment the Fans were giggling and whispering among themselves.
As if hearing their words, Ryu Ji-ye’s gaze during her Live Performance turned toward her Grandfather.

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