After Yan Chiyu finished speaking, the tables next to each other and diagonally opposite each other erupted in a frenzy of discussion.
"That's incredibly daring!"
"I can smell the sour, pungent scent of love."
"Young Master Yan likes imposters, and he always officially announces their identities. Is he blind or is it true love?"
"You keep calling her a fake. Don't just follow the crowd when the Su family says Wu Yue is a fake. I think she's more like the real one than Su Xingning."
"What a pity..."
Why haven't the Su family members arrived yet?
...
Yan Chiyu paid no attention to the surrounding discussions. After revealing his identity as the young mistress of the Yan family, he kept his lips pursed and turned up, his heart filled with joy.
He would occasionally glance at Wu Yue's expression out of the corner of his eye.
Because they had spoken beforehand, Wu Yue wasn't surprised or overjoyed.
After the waiter left, another plate of fresh Shine Muscat grapes was brought over, and she was so engrossed in the food that she kept popping one grape after another into her mouth.
Until she noticed a strong gaze coming from her side, as if it wanted to stare a beautiful skeleton out of her.
Wu Yue gently turned her head to look, and saw the young man staring at her expectantly.
What do you mean? He wants to eat it too?
Wu Yue plucked a grape and held it to Yan Chiyu's lips, who then swallowed it from her hand. His dark eyes were deep and aggrieved, as if he had suffered a setback, and his lips were pursed, showing a hint of dissatisfaction.
Wu Yue: "...?"
She thought about it carefully and started rewinding.
It seemed that Yan Xiaoyu had been staring at him ever since he said, "She is the young mistress of the Yan family."
Could it be that they want to see me display a girlish shyness? What's your response to that?
Wu Yue suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She cleared her throat and deliberately glanced at Yan Chiyu before her performance.
Then, she rested her chin on her hands, smiled, blushed, and her eyes glistened with tears. "Oh, you're so annoying! What 'Young Mistress of the Yan Family'? I'm not ready yet!" she said, punching Yan Chiyu in the chest, almost causing him internal injury.
As Xiang Xinian covered his eyes, he also wanted to cover his ears.
Xiang Dongshu's expression was horrified: "Is this something I can hear and see?!"
Yan Chiyu was speechless for three seconds before commenting, "...Too pretentious."
First performance, NG (no good).
Wu Yue shifted her posture, resting her chin on one hand, her eyes slightly narrowed. "Very good, I'm very satisfied."
Yan Chiyu: A smile on your face makes you more convincing, really.
Seeing Yan Chiyu's expression growing increasingly strained, Wu Yue even adopted the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone.
She thought for a moment, then waved to Yan Chiyu.
The young man slightly bent his long legs and leaned forward, thinking she wanted to say something to him, so he tilted his head to listen attentively.
There was still some distance between them, so Wu Yue simply dragged the chair she was sitting on closer. Her fair and delicate hand, which smelled of grapes, gently brushed away the stray hairs on the young man's forehead, and her soft lips covered his, a fleeting touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
The kiss was like a feather, yet it surged through his heart like a tidal wave, causing a tremendous upheaval and upheaval.
The young man's surprised gaze met the girl's smiling face: "I'm very happy, really."
He was somewhat stunned, a little distracted, and couldn't help but want to take the person back. "Shall we go back?"
Wu Yue flicked his forehead with her hand, revealing a kind smile, "What are you saying?"
"What I mean is, after we get back..."
Before Yan Chiyu could finish speaking, another voice forcefully interrupted.
"Wu Yue, hello. Is this our first time meeting?"
In the brief pause of their conversation, a girl who looked to be about twenty-two years old appeared before them. She was wearing a black coat, black fitted trousers, and a red rope with bells tied around her ankles, which jingled crisply as she took a step.
Xiang Dongshu had wanted to remind them earlier, but... he didn't dare to disturb them with that scene.
The girl opposite extended her hand, appearing very polite. Her beauty was stunning. She looked exactly like Wu Yue standing opposite her, yet their demeanor was completely different.
Wu Yue didn't get up; she lazily stretched out her hand to gesture slightly before withdrawing it.
“Su Xingning, a junior member of the Su family. In terms of seniority, you should call me Great-Grandma.”
"Also, how long do you plan to keep using this face? I don't mind if others wear the same clothes as me, but I'm not happy if they look like me."
Wu Yue raised her hand and waved, and the lights on the right side of the hall suddenly went out. The entire hall suddenly darkened, and the previous daytime-like brightness vanished. Everyone's hearts sank, and they dared not utter a sound.
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