Translator: _Min_
Yu Xiheng had always shown little interest in the arts; he typically left the Yu family banquets early but frequented museums instead.
âYouth With Youâ was largely followed by a younger fan base, not the kind of event featuring pop icons.
âWho knows?â Pei Mengzhi shrugged and sighed. âItâs really a shame about your Uncle Nine.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
If Yu Xihengâs legs hadnât been disabled, he might have been the future ruler of Sijiu City.
The power struggle in the Yu family could rival the treacherous competition between ancient royal princes. Unfortunately, Yu Xiheng had been stripped of his inheritance rights due to his disability.
It was already foreseeable that his life wouldnât be smooth once the next generation took over.
âWhatâs there to pity?â Yu Yao spoke indifferently. âItâs congenital, no oneâs to blame.â
Pei Mengzhi wiped his sweat and muttered, âYour Uncle Nine has such an imposing presence. I felt like I was meeting an emperor; I almost knelt down just now.â
Yu Yao remained noncommittal, retracting his gaze. âLetâs go,â he said.
In the private parking lot, Si Fuqing successfully met up with Yu Xiheng.
She raised her hand, her fox-like eyes curved in a charming manner. âBoss, look at me; Iâve been working diligently.â Feng Sanâs temple twitched.
Miss Siâs appearance was truly deceptive.
He had known her for so long and still found it hard to reconcile this face with the young woman who had once beaten up a brute with her extraordinary strength.
Any stranger would likely be fooled.
Yu Xiheng hummed in approval, âYou sang well today.â
âJust hummed a few tunes,â Si Fuqingâs eyes sparkled. âBoss, would you like to hear âMajestic and Imposingâ? I can sing it for you seriously!â
Shen Xingjun looked puzzled, âMajestic and Imposing isââ
Feng San hastily interrupted before he could ask, âMiss Si, itâs getting late.
Shall I take you back to your apartment?â
Si Fuqingâs gaze remained fixed on Yu Xiheng.
âIt is getting late,â Yu Xiheng said, smiling faintly. âGo get some rest.â
âOh, alright then,â Si Fuqing looked crestfallen. âIâm leaving.â
Her dejected demeanor made even Shen Xingjun feel a twinge of pity.
He turned his head, âXiheng, perhaps you should letââ
Yu Xiheng glanced at him.
Shen Xingjun closed his mouth.
Yu Tang hooked her arm through Si Fuqingâs, âQingqing, letâs go. Iâll listen to you sing!â
Feng San promptly followed.
âDonât feel bad, Qingqing. My Uncle Nine simply lacks romantic flair,â Yu Tang grumbled. âSinging to him is like singing to a rock.â
âNo, itâs not that,â Si Fuqing sighed. âI was just thinking that Iâm clearly not cut out for honey trapping.â
Back when her T18 team was on intelligence missions, she had opted for brute force while her third senior sister had relied on deception.
When would she be able to deceive people?
âHoney trap?â Yu Tang was bewildered.
âA tactic to seduce or deceive, generally speaking,â Si Fuqing explained lazily. âLooks like I need more practice.â
Yu Tang was shocked.
Even when Qingqing use her charms, my Uncle Nine remains unmoved.
He really is hopeless, isnât he?
Meanwhile, after seeing off Si Fuqing and Yu Tang, Shen Xingjun couldnât help but voice his lingering question, âWhat exactly is âMajestic and Imposingâ?â
Yu Xiheng answered coolly, âLook it up yourself.â
âFine, Iâll check it out.â Shen Xingjun took out his phone and started searching.
After finding the information, he was left speechless.
So, Xiheng is into this sort of thing?
It seemed he had underestimated him and being too conservative.
Shen Xingjun massaged his temples.
Today had been information overload; he needed time to digest it all.
Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Tianle Media, a phone call came in. It was Lu Yanâs agent, âHello, Manager Luo, thereâs been an incident at the performance. You should take a look. We need to find a way to remedy this quickly.â
Manager Luo suppressed his fury, âGo get Feng Peizhi for me!â
His assistant immediately left and returned a few minutes later with Feng Peizhi in tow.
âLook at this!â Manager Luo slammed a file onto the desk. âHow many times has this Si Fuqing disrupted the companyâs plans? Can you even keep count?â
Feng Peizhiâs face turned a deep shade of red. âManager Luo, I, Iâ¦â As Si Fuqingâs agent for two years, she still Imew very little about her.
âSee for yourself!â Manager Luo turned the computer screen toward her. âLook, she can sing in an opera style. Did you even know?â
Upon watching, Feng Peizhi gasped, her voice shaky, âIsâ¦.is this really her singing?â