Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s
Chapter 639: Six hundred thirty-seven, Competition (3)

Chapter 639: Six hundred thirty-seven, Competition (3)

"Clap clap clap!" Applause broke out, exceptionally warm.

The ones coming up on stage next were all the wives of their leaders—how could the soldiers not show them face? However, if those sister-in-laws performed really poorly, they couldn’t in good conscience vote for them.

Amidst the applause, the music slowly began to play.

A beautiful silhouette was seen, slowly ascending the stage to the rhythm of the music.

The form-fitting Flame Robe showcased her curvaceous figure to perfection; high heels added to her height, making her look tall and elegant; what captured attention the most was her beautiful makeup and the trace of cold arrogance on her face. She was like a Queen seated high above, making one want to surrender at her feet, ready to be dispatched by her.

Everyone in the venue was stunned, their eyes wide open and faces filled with disbelief. Was she really the Guard’s Wife? How could she be so beautiful?

"My God! Is that my wife?!" Qi Jianyuan’s eyes were wide open as he stared blankly at Zhou Yan on stage, his hand subconsciously touching his heart. In his chest, waves of shock rolled uncontrollably and it took a long time to calm down.

Zhou Yan held her chin high, followed the rhythm with her catwalk to the front of the stage, and swept her indifferent gaze across the audience. A cold proud smile slowly spread on her face, instantly causing the pure-hearted men below the stage to feel their hearts flutter.

Qi Jianyuan’s heart pounded rapidly, and seeing everyone gaze at his wife, he felt a mix of pride and overwhelming envy. He truly wanted to hide his wife away, to admire her beauty by himself alone.

The crowd had yet to recover from Zhou Yan’s cold and proud beauty when another charming figure began walking towards them.

She displayed a completely different sort of beauty from Zhou Yan; as she strolled, her graceful lower legs peeked through now and again. Against the light blue Flame Robe, her skin was like jade, translucent and moving, making it hard for anyone to shift their gaze. What was most captivating were her rose-colored lips, like a bud ready to bloom, with a touch of seductive curve, sexy, charming, and full of allure.

Looking at the stage and seeing those confident, captivating Guard’s Wives transformed entirely, the members of the performance team all changed their expressions.

"How is this possible? Are they really the same Guard’s Wives who could only cook, wash clothes, and take care of children? I can’t believe it; they must have hired ringers to take their place."

"Are we going to lose to them? I can’t accept this!"

"Quick, think of something! We absolutely can’t let them win."

"The winners will definitely be us. Don’t be discouraged, everyone—they’re bound to mess up." That was all the crowd could hope for now.

Meng Qingqing and Liu Lina’s faces were filled with anxiety. They had initiated this competition, and if the performance team lost, how would they cope?

Zhou Yan descended from the stage and let out a long breath, patting her chest and saying, "I was really scared just now, but thankfully I made it through. I performed okay, didn’t I?"

"You were fantastic!"

"Absolutely perfect!" Everyone gave Zhou Yan a thumbs up. Her performance had dazzled them, especially her powerful presence, which had left them in awe.

"Everyone, give it your all, we’re definitely going to win," Zhou Yan cheerfully encouraged everyone.

"It’s my turn!" Zhang Xiaoling smiled brightly at everyone and stepped towards the stage.

Amidst the music, Zhang Xiaoling slowly walked onto the stage, her pale purple, form-fitting Flame Robe swaying with her steps. Like ripples on water, the elegant and smooth lines perfectly showcased her slender curves, exuding a pure, elegant aura, noble and refined. It was as if a gentle spring breeze caressed the heartstrings of everyone present.

The crowd below watched Zhang Xiaoling on stage and were once again filled with awe. Each of the Guard’s Wives had their unique beauty, be it aloof, enchanting, lively, or elegant... It was a feast for the eyes that made it hard to look away.

"Luo Shu, how did you come up with such an amazing show?" Qi Hui’s face was full of excitement and exhilaration. When she saw everyone walk the catwalk earlier, she knew that they, the Guard’s Wives, had won the competition. This fashion show was far more captivating than any dull song and dance performance.

"They’re really so beautiful! Especially the temperament they display. It’s completely different from their usual selves, it’s as if they’ve become different people," Fang Jingmei said, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the stage, afraid she might miss any beautiful moment.

Wu Yuan nodded in agreement, her eyes on the stage filled with excitement and eagerness, and even more so with envy. She suddenly felt an impulse to experience it for herself, wondering if she would also be this beautiful if she dressed up.

As the last of the Guard’s Wives finished their walk, those who had walked earlier once again took to the stage and bowed to thank the audience.

"Clap clap clap!" The applause was like thunder, resembling roaring waves that did not cease for a long time.

Although their hands were sore from clapping, the audience didn’t want to stop. It had been too spectacular! They really hadn’t imagined that walking could be this beautiful!

Song Jiefang laughed heartily and patted Lu Hanmo on the shoulder, "Your wife really is something special! This performance truly was unique." For the performers, it should have been a sure bet, but the Guard’s Wives had managed to turn the tables.

Lu Hanmo looked towards Luo Shu’s location, a light curve forming at the corners of his mouth. His Shushu had always been the best!

Jiang Xiaoxu and Song Youyou shook their heads and smiled wryly at the scene before them. Although the voting hadn’t taken place yet, they already knew the outcome of the contest.

Two beautiful girls responsible for hosting took to the stage. Although they wore smiles, their expressions were somewhat stiff and awkward. They knew the result of the competition was already clear. They really wished they could just announce the end of the contest, but they had to grit their teeth and continue with the next segment.

"The Guard’s Wives’ performance was truly splendid, a pleasure for the eyes that leaves us wanting more."

"Today’s performance has come to an end, and now we ask the warriors in the audience to cast your precious vote into the ballot boxes beneath the stage. The ballot box on the right is for our performers, and the one on the left is for the Guard’s Wives. After you’ve cast your votes, we will determine the winner based on the number of votes in the boxes."

After deciding to hold the contest, the rules were set, so each warrior received a ticket before watching the performance.

The warriors stood up and started to line up, casting their votes into the ballot boxes.

Meng Qingqing and Liu Lina went up on stage, their eyes intently watching the voting soldiers. The results weren’t out yet, and they still harbored a glimmer of hope.