The Master’s Mask Unveiled Again
Chapter 890 - 889: This Unrequited Love Ended Before It Even Began...

Chapter 890: Chapter 889: This Unrequited Love Ended Before It Even Began...

Xiao Qimo ultimately didn’t voice any of these complaints aloud. He simply glanced coldly at Fu Yu’s composed face and said calmly, "It doesn’t affect me much, but it should affect Miss Shen quite a bit."

Fu Yu: ...

——

Shen Yixin had been back and forth fetching fans quite a few times, and still hadn’t returned to Fu Yu and the others.

"Did something happen?" She glanced at the noisy fan zone, a little worried.

"Yixin!"

Just as she was lost in thought, Ya Ling called out to her from not far away and walked toward her section.

"Xi Xi, you’re here."

Shen Yixin went to greet her, looked around, and asked, "Where’s your guy?"

She was referring to Ye Jinwen.

Ya Ling, biting onto a hair tie, pursed her red lips and casually gathered her wavy long hair.

"Went to buy water," she mumbled indistinctly.

With a few quick movements, Ya Ling tied her hair into a high ponytail. Coupled with her slick outfit, her aura exuded the boldness of a queen.

"I don’t know which big celebrity showed up, but the fans have blocked the entrance entirely. Ye Jinwen and I barely managed to squeeze in!"

Shen Yixin glanced toward the entrance but couldn’t see anything. She could, however, faintly hear the shouts in the distance.

"Sounds like Li Xinghan’s fans to me..."

Ya Ling didn’t know who Li Xinghan was and didn’t care much; she was more concerned as she asked, "Where are my Mian bro and the others?"

"No clue. I went to pick up some marinated noodles earlier. Xi Xi, just take a seat for now."

Ya Ling sat down beside Shen Yixin, glanced backward at the group of marinated noodle fans holding support signs, and leaned close to Shen Yixin’s ear to whisper.

"You organized all this? You’re more invested in this than you are in your own fans..."

She felt Shen Yixin wasn’t just fangirling at this point; this was husband-chasing territory.

"Ahem, this is different."

"Yes, I get that it’s different. So, did you meet your dream boyfriend?"

Ya Ling teased lightly, prompting Shen Yixin to shake her head. Her gaze instinctively shifted toward Mi Lu’s reserved seating arranged by the event organizer.

Many seats around were occupied, but Mi Lu’s seat remained vacant.

She had already heard that Mi Lu was present—why hadn’t he shown up yet?

——

Lu Mian, Xiao Qimo, and Fu Yu returned to the fan section together.

Shen Yixin, contemplating deeply, observed their moods carefully. Something felt subtly off in the dynamic between them.

The fans behind them noticed Fu Yu’s arrival and immediately questioned eagerly, "Mr. Fu, did you find Mr. Mi Lu? Did you tell him about the plagiarism issue?!"

Fans were quite invested in this matter—after all, it wasn’t every day they could see their idol in person, only for plagiarism allegations to surface.

If they didn’t stand up for their idol now, when would they?

"We marinated noodle fans boycott La Ge’s performance!"

"Exactly! Both La Ge and that composer Lu Mian need to apologize to Mr. Mi Lu in person!"

"Does anyone have Lu Mian’s social media accounts? Investigate her..."

Shen Yixin felt her stomach drop and her eyes instinctively landed on Lu Mian.

Had they just gone to handle this situation?

"What’s going on?" Ya Ling whispered curiously.

Shen Yixin explained quietly, "Rumors online say Miss Lu’s ’The Four Seasons’ plagiarized Mi Lu’s work. The fan group is already in an uproar—it’ll be hard to resolve this..."

"What the heck! What about my Mian bro then..."

Ya Ling glanced at Lu Mian, who, completely unfazed, coolly found an open seat and sat down nonchalantly.

She casually crossed her right leg over her left in a relaxed, commanding posture, like an untouchable boss—utterly calm.

The small trace of worry in Ya Ling’s heart vanished entirely.

Ya Ling leaned closer to Lu Mian, half-monitored her surroundings, and whispered, "Mian bro, you’re getting bolder by the day!"

Lu Mian turned her head slightly, her eyes questioning silently.

"The people behind us are all Mi Lu fans, and they’re busy digging up dirt on you—but instead of staying low, you dare to sit among them!" Ya Ling admired Lu Mian’s unflinching composure as if the sky could fall and she wouldn’t flinch.

"Aren’t you afraid they’ll tear you apart?"

Lu Mian impassively glanced backward. Several fans even smiled at her. She casually nodded in response.

Ya Ling was speechless and gave her a thumbs-up.

Daring to interact with their fans...

Mian bro, you’re getting cockier by the day.

"Forget it." Ya Ling comforted herself. "We’re all here. They can’t cause a scene."

Ya Ling then looked at Shen Yixin and asked, "Yixin, where’s Mi Lu? Should we sneakily tie him up and get this sorted face-to-face..."

Lu Mian fixed her deeply on Ya Ling.

Shen Yixin scolded Ya Ling warily, "Xi Xi, keep your voice down! Mr. Mi Lu isn’t like that..."

"Then what do we do? My Mian bro can’t be wronged like this!"

The two girls’ passionate remarks visibly disheartened Fu Yu.

Fu Yu waved his hand, signaling them to quiet down. "Actually, we’ve already found Mi Lu."

"What?"

Shen Yixin’s eyes lit up with excitement. Without thinking, she stepped forward and grabbed Fu Yu’s wrist. "Then where is he?"

Lu Mian found it hard to meet Shen Yixin’s fervent gaze.

Xiao Qimo was mentally replaying Shen Yixin’s once-bold declaration of love: "I like Mi Lu... I like Mi Lu..."

Over and over.

Fu Yu lowered his gaze to Shen Yixin’s hand.

Slender fingers with delicate strength, slightly cupped—an unconscious habit from years of piano practice.

He sighed. "You better prepare yourself mentally."

"Is he unbelievably ugly?" Ya Ling speculated with curiosity.

Fu Yu chuckled and tried to maintain his composure as his gaze landed on Lu Mian, his tone deliberately neutral. "Mianmian is Mi Lu."

After finishing, he added, "It was Mr. Xiao who discovered this."

Ya Ling abruptly stood up.

Shen Yixin remained frozen, clutching Fu Yu’s wrist for what felt like an eternity.

A minute later.

The gentle girl’s expression began to shift dramatically.

Her gaze repeatedly flickered, finally settling on Lu Mian, unable to turn away.

Faith and fantasy shattered in an instant, then were forced to rebuild and reconcile.

Shen Yixin tucked her smooth hair behind one ear, hesitantly locking eyes with Lu Mian as if seeking only answers from her.

"Miss Lu..."

"Yeah," Lu Mian responded flatly, "Sorry about that."

Shen Yixin: !!!

Nearby, Ya Ling incredibly caught off guard.

"Are you kidding me, Mian bro?!" Ya Ling grabbed onto Lu Mian’s shoulder, half-stunned and half unsurprised, as she exclaimed, "You never told me you had this secret identity..."

"It was... just something I casually did before," Lu Mian replied, her voice slightly evasive.

She glanced briefly at Xiao Qimo’s brooding gaze, which seemed to urge her to resolve this mess properly.

Fu Yu waved a hand in front of Shen Yixin’s face. "Miss Shen? I know it’s hard to accept, but isn’t this a good thing? Mianmian didn’t mean it..."

"I know, I understand..." But emotionally, it was hard to process.

After all, she’d always thought Mi Lu was a guy!

And she had even made such bold, heart-pounding declarations in front of Lu Mian and Xiao Qimo!

Her little crush had ended before it even started...

Everyone patiently gave Shen Yixin some space to process, without disturbing her.

What a twist of fate this was!