Chapter 116: Face Slapping, Trending (2)
Translator: _Min_
Yu Xiheng had always shown little interest in the arts; he typically left the Yu family banquets early but frequented museums instead.
“Youth With You” was largely followed by a younger fan base, not the kind of event featuring pop icons.
“Who knows?” Pei Mengzhi shrugged and sighed. “It’s really a shame about your Uncle Nine.”
If Yu Xiheng’s legs hadn’t 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 wouldn’t be smooth once the next generation took over.
“What’s there to pity?” Yu Yao spoke indifferently. “It’s congenital, no one’s to blame.”
Pei Mengzhi wiped his sweat and muttered, “Your Uncle Nine has such an imposing presence. I felt like I was meeting an emperor; I almost knelt down just now.”
Yu Yao remained noncommittal, retracting his gaze. “Let’s go,” 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. “Boss, look at me; I’ve been working diligently.” Feng San’s temple twitched.
Miss Si’s 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, “You sang well today.”
“Just hummed a few tunes,” Si Fuqing’s eyes sparkled. “Boss, would you like to hear ‘Majestic and Imposing’? I can sing it for you seriously!”
Shen Xingjun looked puzzled, “Majestic and Imposing is—”
Feng San hastily interrupted before he could ask, “Miss Si, it’s getting late.
Shall I take you back to your apartment?”
Si Fuqing’s gaze remained fixed on Yu Xiheng.
“It is getting late,” Yu Xiheng said, smiling faintly. “Go get some rest.”
“Oh, alright then,” Si Fuqing looked crestfallen. “I’m leaving.”
Her dejected demeanor made even Shen Xingjun feel a twinge of pity.
He turned his head, “Xiheng, perhaps you should let—”
Yu Xiheng glanced at him.
Shen Xingjun closed his mouth.
Yu Tang hooked her arm through Si Fuqing’s, “Qingqing, let’s go. I’ll listen to you sing!”
Feng San promptly followed.
“Don’t feel bad, Qingqing. My Uncle Nine simply lacks romantic flair,” Yu Tang grumbled. “Singing to him is like singing to a rock.”
“No, it’s not that,” Si Fuqing sighed. “I was just thinking that I’m clearly not cut out for honey trapping.”
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?
“Honey trap?” Yu Tang was bewildered.
“A tactic to seduce or deceive, generally speaking,” Si Fuqing explained lazily. “Looks like I need more practice.”
Yu Tang was shocked.
Even when Qingqing use her charms, my Uncle Nine remains unmoved.
He really is hopeless, isn’t he?
Meanwhile, after seeing off Si Fuqing and Yu Tang, Shen Xingjun couldn’t help but voice his lingering question, “What exactly is ‘Majestic and Imposing’?”
Yu Xiheng answered coolly, “Look it up yourself.”
“Fine, I’ll check it out.” 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 Yan’s agent, “Hello, Manager Luo, there’s been an incident at the performance. You should take a look. We need to find a way to remedy this quickly.”
Manager Luo suppressed his fury, “Go get Feng Peizhi for me!”
His assistant immediately left and returned a few minutes later with Feng Peizhi in tow.
“Look at this!” Manager Luo slammed a file onto the desk. “How many times has this Si Fuqing disrupted the company’s plans? Can you even keep count?”
Feng Peizhi’s face turned a deep shade of red. “Manager Luo, I, I…” As Si Fuqing’s agent for two years, she still Imew very little about her.
“See for yourself!” Manager Luo turned the computer screen toward her. “Look, she can sing in an opera style. Did you even know?”
Upon watching, Feng Peizhi gasped, her voice shaky, “Is….is this really her singing?”