Chapter 419 - 419: Ninth Master, Who Do You Think Is Better, Ye Beisheng or Su Wanyun?
Mrs. Huo Pretends to be Weak Every Day
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Everyone could not help but whisper.
When they came to the banquet today, they heard that Huo Xiting would bring his wife along. Everyone was still guessing who the 9th masterâs wife was, but they didnât expect to see the rumored ignorant and country bumpkin, Ye Beisheng.
âMiss Su is right. Ye Beisheng doesnât have a good reputation now. Although the Ye family has let her down, she wasnât raised according to the standards of a socialite.â
âYeah, because of Ye Beishengs reputation, Ninth master doesnât want this marriage to be made public. Otherwise, why hasnât there been any news from the outside world?â
Huo Xiting narrowed his eyes.
She was clearly the one who did not want to announce this engagement.
However, their words reminded him that if Mrs. Huo was unwilling to make it public, he could just add fuel to the fire.
âHuh?â Ye Beisheng raised her eyebrows. âWhat rumors did Ms. Su hear that requires you to help me clear it?â
Su Wanyun bit her lower lip. âThisâ¦â
âIsnât it just some rumors about you being ignorant?â The woman beside Su Wanyun sneered.
âYou didnât grow up in the upper class like us, so itâs inevitable that youâre a little tacky. Sister Wanyun is also doing this for your own good. She knows that others say that you donât know music, so she wants to help you clear your name.â
âl see. Then I should thank Miss Su?â Ye Beisheng nodded.
âBeisheng, youâre Xiings wife and Iâm his good brother. Itâs only right that I help you.â Su Wanyun said helplessly.
Lin Yafeng sneered. âYouâve said so much. Wan Yun has already given you the opportunity, but Miss Ye doesnât cherish it. No wonder she couldnât even enter the finals back then. Wanyun, I think you shouldnât worry about this kind of personâ¦â
âMister Lin, donât say that. Beisheng must be talentedâ¦â
If Ye Beisheng did not perform now, not only would she look down on Mr. Lin, but she would also be letting down Miss Su l s good intentions.
Ye Beisheng chuckled. âAlright then.â
Su Wanyun smiled.
Ye Beisheng slowly walked to the piano. âBut I didnât even make it to the finals. Besides, everyone knows that Iâve been very busy these past two years and didnât have time to play the piano at all. Therefore, my performance level is still at the same level as two years ago. I hope Compositor Lin wonât compare me to the champion and criticize me for being useless.â
Lin Yafengs smile grew wider and wider. âMiss Ye, please go ahead and perform. Iâm a professional judge. Iâll naturally look at it with a professional eye.
What he meant was that no matter how well you played, he would criticize her with a âprofessionalâ eye!
After all, Ye Beisheng was no match for Su Wanyun!
Su Wanyun couldnât help but feel smug. If she knew about this banquet, everyone would only know that she, Ye Beisheng, was ânot as skillful as othersâ!
Mrs. Huo? How could she be Mrs. Huo if she was inferior to Su Wanyun in everything?!
Ye Beisheng did not hesitate. She sat in front of the piano and pondered for a moment. Then, she placed her fingers on the keyboard and pressed the first note.
The entire place instantly fell silent!
The music was gentle, like the bright moon in a quiet hometown. It was warm and quiet, but there was a faint sadness.
Someone in the audience was surprised.
âYes, itâs very good. Miss Ye hasnât played for two years. Itâs incredible that she could play this well!â
âUnfortunately, it seems to be a little inferior to Niiss Su l s song just nowâ¦â
Su Wanyun was playing a lively piano piece. It was naturally more exciting than what Ye Beishen was playing now.
Lin Yafeng frowned, his tone full of disdain. âAlthough itâs not bad, itâs only at this level. Itâs understandable that Miss Ye didnât enter the finals.â
âMr. Lin, Beishengs skills are good enough. Although sheâs not worthy of your attention, sheâs not as bad as the rumors say, is she?â Su Wanyunâs smile grew wider.
After she finished speaking, she blushed and pretended to be calm. She asked shyly, âXiâ¦.. Ninth master, what do you think? What do you think of
Beishengs performance?â
Huo Xiting tapped his fingertips lightly on the table..