Chapter 166: Chapter 166 - 166: Great God, You Have Fallen Off The Horse (2)

Translator: _Min

Lin Qingyan gripped her cup tightly but remained silent.

Next door, in Dance Room 2.

Si Fuqing put the final touch on her drawing board and snapped her fingers. “Done, it’s finished.”

“Let me see, let me see!” Xu Xiyun rushed over, “My Armor of Light!”

Xie Yu held his head.

If the outfit was called that, he’d rather go without it.

“It’s not ‘Armor of Light’,” Si Fuqing retorted, “This is Sisi’s custom battle armor.”

Xie Yu:

That was not any better.

“Teacher Si, making this costume would be difficult, right?” Xu Xiyun looked astounded. “If the materials or craftsmanship are lacking, your design will be wasted.”

He could hardly believe that such a design could be rendered by human hands.

It was as though it was the work of a divine hand.

“No worries, I know exactly who should work on the draft,” said Si Fuqing, unfazed. “I’m familiar with their craft; it will only enhance the design. If they mess up, I’ll have their heads.”

Xu Xiyun shivered at the thought.

He had no idea who would be so unfortunate.

Xie Yu had also finished looking, his expression slightly pensive.

“Teacher Si,” he suddenly spoke, “I need to step out for a bit; it’s stuffy in here.” Si Fuqing waved her hand.

As Xie Yu exited to the rear training ground, he signaled towards the bushes.

Instantly, a man in black attire leapt out.

“Young Master.”

“Mhmm, I scaled the walls to get in.”

“Right here.” The black-clad guard produced a wooden box and respectfully handed it over. “Inside are the core design drafts from Lan that you requested.”

Xie Yu opened the box and examined each design one by one, his expression growing more and more serious.

Lan was a major design brand with flagship stores spread internationally and a considerable number of designers.

However, core designs were different—there were only two or three a year, designed by Lan’s core team.

Every year, Glenn would auction off Lan’s core design manuscripts, and to enter this auction, one must have spent a combined total of over one hundred million annually across all companies under Lan.

Xie Yu knew well that his mother had spent a staggering six billion just on these six core design drafts.

And these designs were strikingly similar to what Si Fuqing had drawn.

Xie Yu let out a soft sigh.

“Is there something wrong with these design drafts?” wondered the black-clad guard, who had risked his life stealing them.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Xie Yu gave a wry smile, “I’ve just discovered an extraordinary person. Truly extraordinary.”

The guard was surprised.

Xie Yu had always been arrogant, sparing no one a second glance.

Whoever earned his praise must indeed be remarkable.

“I wonder,” mused Xie Yu, “if Mrs. Xie would be willing to give me a beautiful sister to play with? She has to be pretty, or it won’t do.”

The guard was puzzled.

He didn’t understand the odd dynamics between the Young Master and his mother.

“Madam has been too busy to come home recently,” sighed the guard. “Sir has been quite upset about it.”

“Ah, her job,” Xie Yu paused, “I wouldn’t want to inherit it. I’ll take my leave now.”

Watching Xie Yu depart, the guard scaled the wall and left.

On the other side.

Pei Mengzhi had just come out of a mall with a close friend, his hand deep in his pocket, gripping the talisman Si Fuqing had given him. It was the only thing that made him feel secure.

“Hey, Mengzhi, isn’t this you?” His friend nudged him, holding up his phone.

“Wow, you’ve made your move pretty quick, huh? Dating her so quickly”

“What are you talking about?” Pei Mengzhi was anxiously watching the passing cars; he turned his head to look and his expression changed dramatically.

He snatched the phone from his friend’s hand. “What’s the meaning of this picture and these messages?”

“It means Si Fuqing is getting in the way of you and Zuo Qingya,” his friend was confused. “When did the Pei family arrange a marriage with the Zuo family?” “Zuo Qingya!” Realization dawned on Pei Mengzhi, “I have to go home.”

He immediately returned home and began searching for his company’s PR department contact.

Before he could dial, the front door swung open again, and in walked Mrs. Pei.

Seeing his frantic demeanor, she already knew. “You’re looking for the company’s official social media account, aren’t you? I saw what happened; don’t think about posting any clarification..”