The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness - Chapter 253



31, “Beauty”

A revenger, indeed…

Although the governor of the lower district isn’t considered a top position in the whole of Belrand, much like how a mayor of a provincial capital is always overshadowed by numerous others.

But after all, it is a position of real power, and…

Now the underground gang in the lower district has been integrated by itself, and on the surface, there’s a governor who hates those people to the bone…

I’m afraid those who have stretched their hands into the lower district to make dirty money will truly have a hard time in the future.

“Since you’ve already said this much, it would be impolite for me to refuse again.”

Mu En sighed lightly and sat back down in his chair.

After thinking for a moment, before Sean could say anything, he suddenly waved his hand, calling over the waiter and saying something.

Before long, where the rose had been, tableware was set, red wine was poured, bright and warm candlelight was lit, and the soft and comfortable chair was respectfully pulled back a little distance, as if waiting for a lady to arrive.

The appetizer was already on the table, three servings.

“This… this is.” Sean was a bit taken aback.

“Don’t misunderstand, I’m just inviting an invisible beautiful lady to dinner, it has nothing to do with you, this rough man.”

Mu En raised his wine glass and gently clinked it against the empty air,

“So, don’t feel like you owe me anything extra. If we’re talking about repayment… if you have the ability, bring her back to life and come repay me in person.”

“…”

Mu En’s words were somewhat unreasonable; how could a deceased person be brought back to life?

But Sean’s eyes suddenly turned red. He glanced at the empty seat under the flickering candlelight, as if a graceful shadow was swaying, a hint of infatuation flashing in his eyes.

He bit his parched lips hard, as if having made a certain determination, turned to Mu En and said seriously:

“Young Master Mu En, if you ever need my assistance in the future, please be sure to…”

“Hey.”

But Mu En suddenly raised his hand to interrupt him:

“You just got into position and are already thinking about forming factions for personal gain; that’s not good, is it?”

He forced a laugh:

“Isn’t your primary task right now to be a good governor? I believe His Majesty must already be tired of the incompetence of the previous governors. If you can’t achieve any results, everything you say is meaningless.”

“That’s true.”

Sean straightened his back, “The moment I received the appointment order, I swore in front of my wife’s tombstone that I would never let such a tragedy happen again. Therefore, becoming an excellent governor is just my first step!”

“That’s good to hear.”

Looking at Sean’s resolute eyes, Mu En couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Even though he harbored a blade-like hatred in his heart, he still hadn’t let hatred blind his eyes.

With a person like this, it’s no wonder that my father would also praise his excellence.

“But since you’ve said that, there’s one thing I must confirm with you again.” Mu En suddenly straightened his face and changed the subject.

“What is it?”

Seeing Mu En’s serious demeanor, Sean instinctively tensed up; it was rare for Young Master Mu En to make a request, so he had to be on high alert and prepare to respond…

“You mentioned that beautiful female violinist…”

Mu En crossed his hands under his chin, and in his bright blue eyes, a gem-like sparkle suddenly flashed:

“Is she for real?”

“…”

Sean was taken aback.

Then, seeing that Mu En looked completely serious, even more so than before, the heavy expression in Sean’s eyes couldn’t help but collapse.

He revealed the relaxed smile he hadn’t shown since talking about his wife, sighing:

“Master Mu En, you are truly a person who is entirely different from the rumors, yet somehow has a hint of truth to them… a remarkable individual.”

Watching the atmosphere at the dining table finally return to the peace and ease of a normal dinner, Mu En smiled nonchalantly:

“Enough with the nonsense, I just want to ask if the beautiful girl is for real, and whether she can rightfully be called a performer… It wouldn’t be that she’s a beauty, but when she comes out, she turns out to be an old lady, right?”

“The beauty is just the restaurant’s promotion; I haven’t seen her in person, but…”

Sean turned his head, his eyes reflecting the small stage, a nostalgic expression resurfacing:

“I first met my wife in this restaurant. At that time, she was a student at a music academy, performing here to earn some living expenses.

I was captivated the moment I heard her first piece, so I think this restaurant may not compare to those upscale places the gentlemen frequent in the upper district in terms of luxury, but at least you don’t have to worry about its taste.”

“Is that so?”

Mu En raised an eyebrow, looking towards the center of the restaurant.

“Well, I’m looking forward to it.”

…

A little over ten minutes later.

After Mu En elegantly yet fiercely swept through the lavish meal that even he would admire, finally filling his stomach to about seventy percent, the beautiful female violinist made her entrance under the illuminated stage lights.

The entire restaurant fell silent, and Mu En paused his actions, turning his head in anticipation.

Then, his expression froze.

After a moment of daze, Mu En slowly turned back to look at Sean, who wore a similarly stunned expression, and asked in dismay:

“They said she was a beauty, but where’s the face?”

That’s right, the violinist, dressed in a black evening gown, showcased an excellent figure, with pronounced curves.

Hmm, long legs, a slim waist, fair skin, and a chest that was astonishingly ample.

But the problem was…

The most important part of a beauty—the face—was completely blurred.

Truly, completely blurred.

It was as if shrouded in a layer of mist; one couldn’t even make out her nose, eyes, or mouth.

“This… I’m not quite sure either.”

Sean wiped his sweat:

“Maybe her performance level is so outstanding that her appearance doesn’t matter at all.”

Mu En couldn’t help but twitch his lips.

Live music performance is largely not just a personal auditory experience; the demeanor and actions of the performer can bring a different sensory experience to the audience.

You say you look like those fairies or goddesses from novels, wearing a veil or half a mask, which would make people unable to stop their imaginations, but what does it mean when you use magic to slap a mosaic on your face?

It’s like a husband who just bought some lingerie, eagerly preparing to spend a wonderful night with his wife, only for her to shyly say to him:

“Dear, I feel a bit shy like this, how about… you put the lingerie over my face?”

It completely kills any interest!

…

The originally quiet restaurant began to get a bit noisy, occasionally mixed with a curse.

It seemed that other guests were also very dissatisfied with the restaurant’s behavior of presenting a mosaic-faced beauty.

But strangely, despite the brewing discontent, the restaurant kept sending waiters to appease the guests, without any attempt to change the performer or force that “beauty” to show her face.

Really that confident?

Watching the “beauty” lift the violin, ready to perform, Mu En felt a flicker of interest.

Moreover, Mu En stroked his chin, his gaze fixated on the perfect curve outlined by the evening gown.

It was surprisingly large, even bigger than the senior’s…

So overwhelmingly massive…

Felt like he had seen it somewhere before.