Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

The first person who volunteered to sing was Chu Fei’er. She sang a love song in a foreign language, belting through the high pitches. This earned her a round of applause and cheers.

Chu Fei’er had a look of satisfaction as she beamed at them.

After her, no one else volunteered to sing. An Yexuan then let everyone pass along a small flag—whoever it landed on would have to sing. After a few rounds of passing the flag, people from both genders had sung. Everyone tried their best to perform. The girls hoped to leave a good impression on An Yexuan, while the guys hoped to leave a good impression on the girl they liked.

On the fifth round of passing, the small flag landed in Yun Bixue’s hands. She was a little startled.

“Student Yun Bixue, was it? It’s your turn to sing.” An Yexuan looked at Yun Bixue with a bright smile tugging at his mouth.

Yun Bixue stood up amidst the cheers of everyone. She felt a little lost in this situation. Growing up in the Yun family, she had never learned to sing, and she didn’t know how to perform in front of people as well.

Frankly speaking, she had a bit of a stage fright.

“It’s okay, Student Yun Bixue. No matter how you sing, no one will say anything about it. This game is just for fun. Come on, everyone. Let’s give her a round of applause to encourage her, okay?”

Under the lead of An Yexuan, everyone cheered to encourage her.

After a deep breath, she sang the song “Painted Heart”. “I can’t see through your lost soul.

I can’t guess the color of your eyes.

A gust of wind. A dream. Love is as unpredictable as life.

What was your heart bewitched by?

Your silhouette was drowned out by the night.

Looking at how the peach flowers bloom.

Looking at you embracing me. The gaze as lonely as the moonlight.

Just find happiness in someone else’s embrace.

Loving you is like a heartbeat—hard to touch.

Drawing you, but I cannot draw your skeleton.

Remembering your expression is my persistence in waiting for you…”

The sorrowful tone in Yun Bixue’s voice, together with her soft voice, made it seem that she had poured her soul into the song, singing all her pains from her past.

She was immersed in her own story and emotions, forgetting all about her surroundings, and sang on. When she sang the last note, a glistening tear rolled down from the corner of her eye. The pain it conveyed moved the hearts of her listeners.

When she finished singing, everyone was completely silent. Yun Bixue raised her head to look at An Yexuan. She saw that his gaze was filled with complicated emotions, drawing people in. She instantly averted her eyes and used her hands to wipe away the tears. “Sorry, I can’t sing well. I hope I didn’t offend everyone.”

After hearing those words, everyone erupted into applause and cheers. “You’re the best, Yun Bixue!”

“Your singing was so great. It was so moving I almost cried.”

“You should join our university’s music club. You’ll be able to show your full potential there.”

“It’s too heartwrenching.”

With everyone’s attention on Yun Bixue, no one noticed the dark glint that flashed across Chu Fei’er’s eyes.

Even though the day was very tiring, it was relaxing somehow. When night came, An Yexuan requested for a big meeting room for everyone to watch movies. The other classes were filled with envy, to the point where some even hoped for their coach to be busy, so that An Yexuan could take over their class.

An Yexuan showed Titanic to everyone. In such a big meeting room, the atmosphere was very good. Yun Bixue was moved since it was her first time seeing that kind of love in a movie. She couldn’t help feeling a bit hopeful, and this hope kindled in her heart.

Yun Bixue and the rest of her roommates returned to their four-person dorm room after their military cadet training. Since everyone just entered their first year, they were unfamiliar with one another. Chu Fei’er and Miao Zifu were excitedly talking about An Yexuan.

Yun Bixue didn’t know that young love, despite being innocent, had its own struggles. Back then, her past self did not know that Chu Fei’er liked An Yexuan, nor did she know that Miao Zifu would be that infatuated with him in the future.

…

Looking at Yun Bixue, who was crying inside the movie theater, Xie Limo used his hands to wipe her tears away. “Why are you crying?”

With that single sentence, he pulled Yun Bixue back from her memories.