Chapter 103: Chapter 103 - 103: The Public Performance Begins! (1)

Translator: _Min_

In the past, Si Fuqing had put him in an awkward position during the second round of class assignments. Today, during the performance, he intended to return the favor and make her lose face in front of her fans.

Muye’s eyes were icy, his fingers slowly curling into fists.

He was absolutely determined not to make life easy for Si Fuqing!

Meanwhile, in the city center, Dark Night Club.

Yu Yao was sprawled on a sofa, surrounded by more than a dozen empty liquor bottles. Unopened beers still lay on the table.

“What’s gotten into you these last couple of days?” Pei Mengzhi chuckled. “You come from a family that prohibits alcohol, and look at you—you’ve gone through over a dozen bottles since yesterday. What’s bothering you?”

Yu Yao loosened his tie and answered indifferently, “It’s nothing.”

Before Pei Mengzhi could say anything more, the door burst open with a bang.

“We got them!” A young man of privileged background dashed in, panting, and yelled, “We’ve got the tickets!”

He slapped five tickets onto the coffee table. “I’m speechless. These tickets were so hard to get. I had to buy them from scalpers for ten thousand each. You’d think it was a concert for some mega stars.”

The other young elites gathered around, “Are these seats any good? Can we even see the stage?”

“The good seats are not for sale, even when I offered fifty thousand. Those fans wouldn’t budge. Come on, let’s divvy up the tickets,” the young man called out. “Brother Yao, you want one?”

Yu Yao glanced at the tickets, “What are these for?”

“The ‘Youth With You’ performance,” the young man said mysteriously.

“Tonight at seven. I heard some fans are already there. They’re crazy.”

“I’d bet ninety percent of them are there for Si Fuqing. Personally, I’m interested in seeing her true face.”

“Ah, if we’d known earlier how good-looking Si Fuqing is, we wouldn’t have stayed away. Now it’s hard even to catch a glimpse of her.”

“But really, that Zuo family,” the young man responsible for the tickets clicked his tongue, “keeping such a beauty hidden. I don’t know what they’re thinking.”

“Brother Yao, you’re the lucky one. Having a beauty like Si Fuqing chasing you—how many people can only dream of such fortune?”

Yu Yao’s eyebrows furrowed, his voice tinged with irritability and menace, “Shut up!”

The young men jumped, startled.

“Come on, you all know Brother Yao is a dedicated and devoted man, committed to his childhood sweetheart,” Pei Mengzhi smoothed things over, chuckling. “The Ji family and the Yu family have been connected since childhood. No matter how beautiful other girls are, Brother Yao wouldn’t give them a second look.”

Saying this, he turned back and added, “But I’m curious, what does your childhood sweetheart look like? Is she even more beautiful than Si Fuqing?” That was the last straw. Yu Yao’s suppressed emotions erupted. A vein throbbed on his forehead as he said coldly, “Change the topic.”

“Alright, alright,” Pei Mengzhi waved his hand, “keep the tickets safe, we’ll drive to the venue later.”

The young men quickly gathered the tickets, then ordered some fruit platters and snacks.

They ate and drank until it was past four o’clock.

Just as they were about to leave, Pei Mengzhi paused and lowered his voice: “But seriously, Yu Yao, are you sure you have no feelings for Si Fuqing? Yu Yao could no longer contain his irritation. “What are you trying to say now?”

“Then I might just pursue her,” Pei Mengzhi shrugged. “Although she wouldn’t be accepted into my family due to her background, having a fling wouldn’t hurt.”

Yu Yao’s eyebrows imperceptibly knitted together. “A fling?”

“Don’t worry, I know my limits,” Pei Mengzhi waved a hand dismissively. “A fair lady, a gentleman’s good match—I certainly wouldn’t resort to any unsavory tactics. It’s all up to her willingness.”

Yu Yao’s brows furrowed even more.

Ignoring the subtle discomfort that rose within him, he donned his suit jacket and left.

Elsewhere.

In a villa courtyard.

“Uncle Nine!” Yu Tang burst into the study, holding three tickets in his hand. “Fuqing gave these to me, second-floor VIP seats! There are only five, and it’s already past five o’clock. We have to hurry!”

Yu Xiheng, engrossed in his writing, didn’t look up.

“What tickets? Miss Si’s performance?” Shen Xingjun, standing beside him, chuckled and replied, “Why would your Uncle Nine go to such a thing? He’s never been interested in arts and music.”

Yu Tang felt deflated. “Ah?”

Feng San, who had been grinding ink on the side, took a tentative chance to speak: “Uncle Nine, I think—I‘

Yu Xiheng finally spoke, cutting him off: “Prepare the car.”

Shen Xingjun, who felt instantly contradicted, was left puzzled: ‘I???”

Feng San, on the other hand, felt immensely satisfied. At last, someone was on the same page as him.

Setting down the inkstone, he led Yu Tang downstairs..