Hidden Marriage: Spoiled by the Imperial Commander
Chapter 157: Enchanted by a Femme Fatale

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: Enchanted by a Femme Fatale

Mu Yunlie’s hand holding the coffee cup halted abruptly.

Pei Yuexuan quietly observed his expression.

He took a sip of coffee and asked, "What is she going to perform, a shoulder throw?"

Could she possibly sing and dance?

Now he was gradually starting to recall some things.

In his memory, it seemed like he had heard Yan Qianyi sing.

He had no recollection of the specific song she sang, only that she was tone-deaf and sang terribly.

Pei Yuexuan placed the documents in his hand in front of Mu Yunlie, "At the end of the evening party, there is a group dance, and she is among them. So... it should be dance."

Mu Yunlie stared at Yan Qianyi’s name on the program, and couldn’t help but picturing her posing in military attire.

Imagining her dancing...

A smile unwittingly spread across Mu Yunlie’s lips.

With her uncoordinated limbs, she could dance?

"My Lord... what are you smiling at?" Pei Yuexuan asked in shock, noticing the fleeting smile on Mu Yunlie’s lips.

Having followed the lord for many years, he had never seen him smile.

Yet, recently, he often caught unintentional smiles on the lord’s face.

Like he was bewitched by a demon.

Thinking that his lord had fallen for Yan Qianyi’s coquettish tricks, Pei Yuexuan sighed inwardly.

"I’m not smiling," Mu Yunlie’s expression immediately returned to its usual aloofness.

Pei Yuexuan nodded, "Yes, my Lord, you didn’t smile. It’s the fault of my own eyes."

If the lord said he didn’t smile, then he didn’t smile.

Even if the lord were to say it was raining knives outside, he would have to say he saw the knives.

"So, my Lord... will you go?" Pei Yuexuan asked.

"We’ll see."

"Alright, then I’ll inform the principal to reserve a spot for you, just in case you want to go."

Mu Yunlie said nothing more, waved his hand dismissively, signalling Pei Yuexuan to stop talking nonsense and to beat it.

Stepping out of Mu Yunlie’s office, Pei Yuexuan shook his head helplessly.

He could tell; the lord obviously wanted to see Yan Qianyi dance, but still had to put on airs. Wasn’t that tiring?

He felt exhausted on behalf of the lord.

Yan Qianyi also felt very drained; she really didn’t want to go on stage to perform.

But she was the one who was chosen.

To show unity, each department and each class of freshmen had to pick five female students, led by a senior student.

Though there were more than five girls in their Special Department’s class, based on similar heights, she had no place to hide.

After a day’s classes, all the selected girls gathered in the rehearsal room.

Coincidentally, the very people Yan Qianyi didn’t want to bump into were there—Yan Ruyi and Wang Shanshan were both present.

However, after the bed-stealing incident on the day they entered the school, Wang Shanshan had calmed down lately, not looking for her trouble again.

But that was also because they were no longer in the same class, nor did they share a dormitory anymore, without any intersection.

Yan Chuhua muttered grudgingly, "Being as tall as them, I truly feel ashamed!"

Yan Qianyi smiled, "It’s okay, don’t bother with it."

Her approach to dealing with things was: If nobody offends me, I won’t offend anybody; but if someone offends me, I will take them down!

Suddenly, Yan Qianyi thought of something and softly asked Yan Chuhua, "Right, Chu Hua, can your special ability make people tell the truth?"

"Yeah, what’s up?"

Yan Qianyi hooked the corner of her lips, "I might need your help later."

She hadn’t found any evidence at the Yan Family home of Han Yarong injecting her with drugs, but if she had Yan Chuhua’s help, even without evidence, the mother and daughter could be made to tell the truth.

"No problem, when do you need it?" Yan Chuhua asked.

"It’s not urgent now. I will tell you when I need it."

"Okay then!"

At this moment, a classmate approached Yan Ruyi, "Wow, Ruyi, is that a new bag you have? It looks like a limited edition, really expensive."

Yan Ruyi wore a proud smile, "My dad bought it for me."

She intentionally raised her voice quite loudly, and while talking, she shot a glance over at Yan Qianyi.

She told her father that she had already made contact with the Masked Divine Doctor at the nursing home, and soon the Masked Divine Doctor would start visiting Yan’s hospital.

Her father, wanting to praise her, had bought her this bag.

Yan Chuhua couldn’t stand Yan Ruyi’s show-offy demeanor and sneered, "That’s so ugly, with such a huge logo. It’s like she’s afraid others won’t know it’s a brand name. Real ladies from good families don’t parade the logos all over themselves."

That was something Yan Qianyi strongly agreed with.

Those who were really wealthy dressed understated yet expensively, and those in the know could tell at a glance.

Yan Ruyi’s type was the epitome of nouveau riche, as if she wanted to show off every brand name on her.

The less they have, the more they want to flaunt.

When Yan Ruyi noticed Yan Qianyi glance at her, she walked over to her.

Wang Shanshan, however, obediently stood in the distance, not approaching.

"Qianyi, if you’d just lower yourself a bit and apologize to dad, he would buy you a bag too," Yan Ruyi stopped proudly in front of Yan Qianyi, "You always stay in that rented small apartment. It’s not a solution."

Her voice was very loud, as if she was desperate for everyone in the rehearsal room to know that Yan Qianyi was poor and could only afford to live in a small rented apartment.

At this point, another female student asked, "Qianyi, is your villa was still being renovated? I heard my dad saying a while ago that it was almost finished."

Hearing this, Yan Ruyi turned to the girl, "What are you talking about? She’s renovating a villa? You must be mistaken. Where would she get the money to buy a villa?"

"No mistake." The girl said, "My dad owns a decoration company. I saw Yan Qianyi’s order when I was in his office once, and it was our company’s best designer who personally took charge of it."

Yan Ruyi’s face immediately soured.

She suddenly remembered the luxury car she saw outside the nursing home.

Has Mu Yunlie come into money recently?

The girl then said to Yan Qianyi, "Qianyi, thanks for looking after my dad’s business. When I go home tonight, I will talk to him about speeding up the work so you can move in sooner."

Yan Qianyi nodded. It was quite a coincidence, as the decorating company Aunt Xue had found for her happened to be owned by a classmate’s family.

Yan Ruyi sneered, feeling bitter inside, "What’s so great about that, all thanks to a man."

The girl replied, "You have to have the skills to rely on a man. I heard from Yan Chuhua that Qianyi’s husband is extremely, extremely handsome."

Yan Qianyi glanced at Yan Chuhua, that big mouth!

Yan Chuhua gave an embarrassed smile and quickly scooted away to sit in a corner.

A few other girls chimed in, "Exactly, on the freshman enrollment day, I saw Yan Qianyi’s husband, and he was really insanely handsome!"

"I even sneakily took a picture that day! His looks, just incredible!"

"Qianyi, does your husband have any brothers? Cousins or second cousins would do too. With genes like that, I guess his relatives must be good-looking as well. Give us an introduction if you can."