Chapter 555

Li Luo's cousin is incredibly beautiful…

When Xu Youyu's three roommates saw Yan Zhusheng for the first time, this thought instantly arose in their hearts.

Compared to Xu Youyu's slightly alluring face and Ying Chanxi's relatively soft and youthful oval face, Yan Zhusheng's almond-shaped face was exquisitely refined.

Especially in front of strangers, paired with her cold and silent demeanor, this exceptionally flawless face drew far more attention than the other two girls' faces.

If Xu Youyu's face was a light gauze brushing over the heart's tip, and Ying Chanxi's face was a tender, unopened bud, then Yan Zhusheng's refined face was more like a thorny white rose atop a snow-capped peak.

Beautiful enough to instantly convey a chilling aura.

Combined with her tall figure and long legs, this impression was further amplified, easily making other girls involuntarily feel inferior.

At this moment, Jiang Feiya had only one thought.

How come Li Luo's cousins are getting prettier and prettier?

Is this even livable?

"By the way, why is Li Luo's cousin here too?" Zhao Letian asked curiously, "Is she coming with us to the concert?"

"No," Li Luo shook his head, walking toward the staff passage as he said, "She's here to bring us in."

"Follow me," Yan Zhusheng nodded, silently assuming the role of Li Luo's cousin without exposing Xu Youyu's lie, then turned and led them into the staff passage.

Li Luo walked right beside Yan Zhusheng.

Behind them were Xu Youyu and Zhao Letian.

Xie Xiuying and Jiang Feiya brought up the rear.

As they passed through the staff passage, Zhao Letian glanced at Li Luo's back, then at Yan Zhusheng's, and nudged Xu Youyu with a grin: "I'm starting to think your Li Luo is really impressive."

"Cough…" Hearing the words "your Li Luo," Xu Youyu coughed awkwardly and whispered, "Keep it low-key, keep it low-key."

But Zhao Letian's voice was naturally loud; Yan Zhusheng, who had heard it too, turned her head to glance at Zhao Letian, then looked at Xu Youyu.

Xu Youyu blinked innocently.

Seeing this, Yan Zhusheng pressed her lips together, turned her head forward again, and no one knew what she was thinking.

After finally passing through the staff passage, Yan Zhusheng led them to the front-row seats inside the venue.

Looking at the stage so close before them, even Jiang Feiya, who came from a wealthy family, felt a touch of awe.

Not to mention Xie Xiuying, who grew up in a small town in the southwest and came alone to Qianjiang University.

After sitting down on the very edge, she trembled nervously, moved with extreme caution, curled up tightly, afraid of dirtying such a perfect seat.

"The concert starts in over twenty minutes—let's just sit here and wait," Li Luo said after taking his seat, watching Yan Zhusheng leave, then addressing the others.

Zhao Letian and the others nodded, then looked around; they could still see the crowds on the surrounding stands.

Audience members who had arrived early to queue for tickets were still streaming in, while they, who had only arrived at six-thirty in the evening, were now comfortably seated, waiting for the concert to begin.

I have to say, this kind of experience really hits the spot.

Jiang Feiya stared at the distant crowds, wondering if she had come with Yan Yishan, would she still be standing in line right now?

And even if she got in, she certainly wouldn't be sitting in a front-row seat like this.

Thinking this, Jiang Feiya's emotions turned complicated; she turned her head to glance at Li Luo, then her gaze settled on Xu Youyu.

Why was her own roommate so lucky to meet such a high-quality guy?

As for herself…

Jiang Feiya looked away, her eyes falling on Song Yu, who had just arrived at the seat beside her; she couldn't help but pout.

Even their external relations department head, Yan Yishan, somehow felt inferior to Li Luo.

But it was said Yan Yishan's family background was quite good—he probably far outclassed Li Luo, whose family ran a hotpot restaurant.

Song Yu's family wasn't bad either; his father owned a small company in Bailu City, but his family was strict, so his pocket money was limited.

Still, a monthly allowance of two thousand yuan was already far more than most college students received.

"The VIP passage is really convenient," Song Yu said after sitting down, greeting Jiang Feiya; when she barely acknowledged him, he turned to Li Luo and sighed, "I only queued for a few minutes—it's so convenient."

"Just text me when you arrived," Li Luo looked at him in confusion, "You don't need to queue at all through the staff passage."

"No big deal, I didn't want to trouble you, Senior," Song Yu waved his hand quickly, "The VIP line wasn't slow either—I got in, didn't I?"

Since he was already inside, Li Luo said no more, only nodded.

After chatting with Li Luo, Song Yu immediately turned back to chat with Jiang Feiya.

Looking at Jiang Feiya beside him and the stage so close ahead, Song Yu silently thanked Li Luo again.

If not for Li Luo, the person sitting beside Jiang Feiya right now might have been that damn Yan Yishan!

That bastard only goes after junior girls.

Anyone who targets junior girls clearly can't win over girls his own age, so he goes for the weaker ones.

Cough… of course, Senior Li Luo is an exception.

Song Yu thought silently to himself.

Soon after, a tall figure emerged from the staff passage, catching Song Yu's attention.

So beautiful…

As Yan Zhusheng approached the group, Song Yu's gaze involuntarily locked onto her.

Only when Yan Zhusheng stopped in front of Li Luo did Song Yu snap back to reality.

"Here," Yan Zhusheng held out two bags to Li Luo, "Drinks and snacks—divide them among yourselves."

"Mm," Li Luo took the bags from Yan Zhusheng, watched her leave, then distributed the drinks and snacks.

Song Yu accepted his drinks and snacks, handed some to Jiang Feiya, then couldn't help asking, "Senior, who was that girl just now…?"

"My cousin," Li Luo said.

"Oh, oh oh…" Song Yu nodded, then couldn't help adding, "Why do I feel like her face is familiar? Like I've seen her somewhere before."

"What do you mean?" Before Li Luo could react, Jiang Feiya had already frowned, her tone displeased: "Do you think you're Jia Baoyu? She wouldn't look at you."

"No no! That's not what I meant!" Song Yu waved his hands frantically, sweating profusely as he hastily explained, "I really feel like I've seen her before, but I can't remember where."

"Now that you mention it," Zhao Letian leaned over from the other side and said to them, "I also feel like she looks familiar—I think I've seen her somewhere before."

"Really?" Xu Youyu covered her mouth and chuckled softly, but made no effort to clarify for them.

Just then, it was exactly seven o'clock in the evening.

The audience had all taken their seats in order, and the concert officially began. Their earlier conversation was cut short as their attention immediately snapped to Yuan Wanqing on stage.

Yuan Wanqing's stage performance was as outstanding as ever, quickly conquering every single audience member present.

Jiang Feiya and the others were immersed in the stunning acoustic effects, savoring the concert's atmosphere.

As Yuan Wanqing sang "Under the Flying Clouds" and "Light," Xie Xiuying in the front row could not hide the joy and excitement in her eyes, pressing her hand to her mouth, deeply moved.

But when the song "Mother, Daughter" began, and Yan Zhusheng stepped onto the stage wearing a blue-and-white school uniform, microphone in hand, singing a duet with Yuan Wanqing, Jiang Feiya and the others froze in shock.

"Wait… didn't Yuan Wanqing say something earlier?" Zhao Letian suddenly realized the moment he saw Yan Zhusheng.

"She said she'd sing a duet with her daughter," Xie Xiuying reminded him.

"So Li Luo's cousin is Yuan Wanqing's daughter? You're related?!" Jiang Feiya blurted out in disbelief.

"Let's just listen to the song," Li Luo coughed lightly, gesturing toward the stage with his hand to signal everyone to wait.

After the song ended, everyone's gaze turned toward Li Luo.

Song Yu complained, "I told you she looked familiar—I really had seen her before, just on my phone."

!

"Did you watch her show or something?" Li Luo turned to ask.

"No, it was memes," Song Yu quickly opened his phone, launched QQ, and pulled up several memes, "They've been pretty common lately—these ones here."

Curious, Li Luo leaned in to look. The images in these memes were mostly photos or animated clips of Yan Zhusheng from the previous Beijing concert.

One showed her in the blue-and-white uniform, backpack on, high ponytail, wearing white sneakers—a sweet, cheerful student.

Several nearly identical images had been turned into three memes, each with text added.

"I'm off to school~" — paired with her hands gripping the straps of her backpack.

"You're so annoying" — paired with Yan Zhusheng's side-eye, disdainful expression during the duet, perfectly timed to the lyrics.

"Mom, I'm sorry!" — paired with the latter half of the song, showing Yan Zhusheng's repentant expression after sensing her mother's love.

Because of Yan Zhusheng's beauty, every expression she made looked refined and lovely.

Besides the blue-and-white uniform memes, there were several others—photos of Yan Zhusheng wearing the white dress from her performance of "Countdown," her long hair flowing loose.

All of them had been turned into various memes and spread across the internet.

Li Luo rarely used QQ to chat in groups, so he hadn't noticed any of this.

Now that he saw them, he immediately became interested: "Let's add each other on QQ—send me these memes."

"Sure," Song Yu nodded, then couldn't help asking, "Senior, are you really related to Yuan Wanqing's daughter?"

"Sort of—distant cousin," Li Luo blinked, lying smoothly, "Why?"

"After the concert ends, can we get Yuan Wanqing's autograph?" Song Yu said shyly, "Mainly for Xiao Ya—I don't care if I get one or not."

Li Luo: "... We'll see."

This guy's fawning spirit ran bone-deep—he couldn't resist a lick even now. Li Luo was almost too lazy to respond.

More than an hour after Yan Zhusheng left the stage, as the concert neared its end, Yuan Wanqing announced on stage that the next song, "Light Years Away," would be performed by Yan Zhusheng.

Unlike the skepticism and discontent when she'd announced Yan Zhusheng's performance of "Countdown" in Beijing,

this time, upon hearing that Yuan Wanqing's daughter would return to sing a solo, the audience erupted in cheers.

Clearly, Yan Zhusheng's influence among Yuan Wanqing's fanbase was no longer negligible.

After Yan Zhusheng finished singing "Light Years Away" and left the stage, Li Luo stood up, claiming he needed to use the restroom—actually slipping through the staff passage to Yan Zhusheng's dressing room.

Her personal assistant Xiao Wen saw Li Luo enter and giggled, immediately rising to leave, saying she had work to attend to outside.

The dressing room was now empty except for Yan Zhusheng and Li Luo.

But Yan Zhusheng showed no warmth—she sat quietly on the chair before the vanity mirror, glanced at Li Luo, then turned her head away.

"What's wrong?" Li Luo walked behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders, "Tired from singing?"

Yan Zhusheng shook her head, then slapped his hands away, whispering, "Cousin, men and women must maintain propriety—don't touch me like that."

Li Luo's lip twitched: "... Angry?"

"No," Yan Zhusheng said flatly, staring into the mirror, "You found such a great match—I'm happy for you."

"Xu Youyu didn't want male classmates bothering her, so she asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend," Li Luo coughed, speaking seriously.

"Oh," Yan Zhusheng looked up at Li Luo in the mirror, "That has nothing to do with me."

"Stop pouting," Li Luo leaned down, wrapping his arms around her, and kissed her cheek, "You sang that song beautifully."

"You can't kiss me," Yan Zhusheng pushed him away, muttering, "You're my cousin… um!"

Seeing she was still throwing a tantrum, Li Luo stopped caring—he pinched her chin and kissed her full on the lips, silencing her.

At first Yan Zhusheng struggled, but soon she grew dazed, her arms unconsciously winding around his neck.

When she came to her senses, she was already sitting on Li Luo's lap, the chair entirely taken over by him.

"Still pouting?" Li Luo released her lips and traced his finger along her high nose bridge.

Yan Zhusheng turned her head away, pouting softly: "Cousin, you're mean."

"I can be even meaner."

…

After the concert ended, Xu Youyu drove the satisfied roommates back to their dorm.

Then she drove Li Luo toward Bihai Lanting.

When they reached the parking spot downstairs, Xu Youyu turned off the engine and turned to Li Luo, smiling slyly: "Husband~"

"Hm?"

"During the concert just now," Xu Youyu reached out, grabbing Li Luo's collar, and grinned. "Did someone go sneaking off to meet a lover?"

"Cough... I just went to explain things to Zhusheng."

"And yet your lips came back that red?" Xu Youyu snorted. "If the lighting over there hadn't been so dim, everyone else would've noticed."

"Let's go upstairs first..."

"Wait!" Xu Youyu yanked Li Luo back as he tried to get out of the car. "Compensate me first."

(Chapter End)