Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities Chapter 989: Little Disciple Is Yan Xi?

Chapter 989: Little Disciple Is Yan Xi?

Editor: Henyee Translations

Gu Yang was surprised to hear that Fu Mingxiu had indeed fallen for soone online. “Your little disciple?”

Fu Mingxiu nodded. “Yes, this is our first eting in person. After your dinner, I’ll introduce you when I’m free.”

Gu Yang smiled and wished him well. “I hope it goes smoothly.”

She was hopeful they wouldn’t encounter any awkward situations like those involving Lu Mao and Smile.

The gathering soon began, and Gu Yang and Gu Jin went upstairs to the private room.

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anwhile, Fu Mingxiu checked the ssage from his little disciple:

[I’m here. Where are you? The one in the white dress and mask at the door?]

[In the innermost corner, by the window. Blue suit.]

[I see you.]

“Master!”

A crisp, sweet voice called out, sounding vaguely familiar. Fu Mingxiu looked up to see a girl with bright eyes. However, the girl’s expression changed to shock as she took a step back. “F*ck, why is it you?”

Fu Mingxiu was taken aback. He stared at the girl, who was wearing a mask and had her hair in a bun. “Yan Xi?”

He had seen Yan Xi before but only by chance and was not familiar with her voice. The recognition ca from his little disciple, who was an avid fan of Yan Xi. She had often talked about Yan Xi, shared funny videos, and even enlisted Fu Mingxiu’s help to boost Yan Xi’s rankings.

Initially, Fu Mingxiu had not been impressed with Yan Xi due to her old boss’s promotion of “Little Gu Yang.” However, he only watched Yan Xi’s videos out of consideration for his little disciple. The rankings were also tied to romance.

As he watched more, he found Yan Xi quite engaging and humorous. It was rare to find soone who could be so entertaining. His little disciple’s taste in celebrities turned out to be quite good.

When Yan Xi saw there was no one around, she took off her mask. “It’s .”

She checked her phone and hesitated slightly. “I’m Xiyan Flower. Are you Xiugou?”

Fu Mingxiu showed her the chat page on his phone. “Yes, that’s .”

Yan Xi’s fan na was Xiyan Flower, so when Fu Mingxiu saw that his little disciple’s ga na was the sa and knew she was a fan of Yan Xi, he hadn’t realized she was actually Yan Xi herself.

His own ga na had been a typo. He’d intended to type “Brother Xiu” but accidentally hit “Xiugou.” Rather than correcting it, he had simply confird it.

They both sat down and exchanged glances, the atmosphere a bit awkward.

They had always had lively conversations online, discussing a wide range of topics. Yan Xi would share her troubles with the enthusiasm of a fan, and Fu Mingxiu often offered her advice.

Fu Mingxiu also discussed so of his troubles in the business world, and Yan Xi’s perspective sotis provided him with valuable insights.

However, their first eting in person was a bit awkward. They sat in silence for a while before Fu Mingxiu broke the silence. He slid the nu towards Yan Xi and asked, “What would you like to eat?”

Yan Xi looked up and, without much thought, replied, “Ah, I’m fine with anything.”

After a mont, she added, “Just no coriander. I’d like chili and at.”

Fu Mingxiu placed an order based on her preferences, and the food arrived quickly. He took a sip of wine while Yan Xi dug into her al with gusto.

“I’m starving. I haven’t had at in ages. My manager, Han Xi, makes weigh myself every other day,” Yan Xi complained between bites.

Fu Mingxiu watched her eat and listened to her grievances. The ease of their online conversations gradually replaced the earlier awkwardness. “You’re not fat. You don’t need to worry about losing weight. You’ll just end up starving yourself.”

Yan Xi sighed. “Master, you don’t understand. We might not look fat, but it’s different on cara. Every ti we’re fild, it feels like we gain three pounds.”