The CEO’s Substitute Wife Is A Genius
Chapter 227: Confessions in 16 Languages!

Chapter 227: Chapter 227: Confessions in 16 Languages!

Although everyone was not well-versed in ballet, as an audience they could distinguish the good from the bad.

The action of spinning on toes, just now Jiang Man had done only one turn and muddled through.

At the time, they thought it was understandable that she couldn’t spin properly without dance shoes.

But when they saw the same movement that the professional ballet dancer Jiang Man couldn’t do, yet Jiang Man did it, the whole room immediately fell silent.

Everyone was so astonished that they were dumbfounded for a long time.

It wasn’t until after a good while, when the music ended, that everyone finally snapped back to reality.

The applause was like thunder, almost everyone clapped their hands enthusiastically, cheering and shouting for Jiang Man.

Jiang Man was overwhelmed by the surrounding applause, her hands lifting up, putting them together awkwardly, with virtually no strength in her clapping.

How could this be?

Could it be that Jiang Man was playing dumb again, pretending not to know how to dance ballet when she actually did?

Jiang Man did that on purpose, right?

Jiang Man was close to tears, feeling the odd looks from the people around her.

Although they didn’t say anything, she could feel them saying she was ’useless’!

Jiang Man didn’t linger for the applause, but quickly put on her socks and shoes, planning to return to the corner to eat and drink.

That’s when Jiang Man followed her, seemingly discontented, as if looking for an outlet for her discontent.

"Manman, you must have learned to dance, and for many years too? All kinds of modern and classical dance, you must have learned them all, right?"

"Certainly, I’m human too. How would I know if I didn’t learn?" Jiang Man raised her eyebrows.

Jiang Man smiled and asked, "So how long have you been learning?"

Jiang Man scoffed softly and shook her head, "You are better off not knowing."

"Please tell me!" Jiang Man begged, grabbing the hem of her clothes with a very sincerely pleading expression.

Jiang Man rolled her eyes.

Before Wu Yingfan could help it, he blurted out, "Half a year, I wanted to learn to dance, and Manjie joined me. Are you the ’why kid’? Why do you always chase after people and ask so many questions?"

"Half a year...?" Jiang Man’s tongue nearly tied in a knot when she heard that.

Although her family wasn’t well-off, her dancing talent had been discovered when she was just 5 years old.

As a child, she was sent to the children’s palace to learn dancing, and later, when her academic performance wasn’t great, her family placed even more hope in her dancing skills.

Finally, she got into a vocational high school with a dance major, and even after she graduated and became a preschool teacher, she still taught the children to dance.

It could be said that dancing was half her life, and it was her efforts from childhood that had led to her success today.

But what had she just heard?

Jiang Man had only learned for half a year?

She was defeated by someone who had learned for only half a year?

In that moment, a wave of pity crashed over her, her nose tingled, and tears involuntarily started to fall.

"Damn! Why are you crying?" Wu Yingfan was scared by the girl’s reaction in front of him, disbelievingly looking at Jiang Man: "Manjie, you have a divine prophecy!"

Jiang Man shook her head.

It wasn’t that she had a divine prophecy, but that she understood a bit of psychology, able to analyze human nature.

"Console her, otherwise outsiders will think I bullied her again," Jiang Man said indifferently, but she emphasized the word ’again’.

"Eh? Me console her? No, no, Manjie, why me?"

"Isn’t consoling women your expertise?"

"It is, but... but..." Wu Yingfan felt like vomiting blood; he really didn’t want to console such a pretentious green-tea bitch!

"Hey? Wait! The game isn’t over yet, those who didn’t participate just now have to frog jump, and the winner has to confess on the spot~"

The organizer picked up the microphone and announced.

The atmosphere immediately became lively.

Compared to having the two men do frog jumps, they were more curious as to who Jiang Man would confess to.

"Confess! Confess!"

"Is it just Jiang Man confessing, or do both Jiang Man and Lu Xingzhou have to confess?"

"According to the original rules of the game, don’t both people have a chance?"

"Holy smokes! That’s exciting!"

Jiang Man didn’t find it exciting at all.

She never liked such rowdy and noisy environments, much less treating ’confession,’ such a private matter, as a cheap amusement for attention.

"I give up on confessing," Jiang Man said coldly, without a trace of emotion on her face.

"Not confessing? Doesn’t that break the game’s rules?"

"How does it break the rules? If Jiang Man simply doesn’t have someone she likes, is that not allowed?"

"How is that possible? With so many eligible bachelors here, even if she’s not interested in us, there’s still Lu Xingzhou, the third young master Lu, and President Nan, right?"

"Go away, not every girl is love-crazed."

The heirs and heiresses at the scene started bickering with one another.

However, taking advantage of the commotion, Lu Xingzhou walked over to the organizer and snatched the microphone from her hand.

The organizer blinked in surprise, somewhat flattered.

It was her first time being this close to young master Lu.

Lu Xingzhou didn’t even glance at her and simply said "hello" into the microphone twice.

"According to the game rules, I have a chance to confess too, right?"

"Yes, yes!"

The arguing crowd instantly united in anticipation, eager to see to whom the diamond bachelor, young master Lu, would declare his love.

"Jiang Man, je t’aime."

His magnetic voice echoed through the microphone, lingering in the air.

"French?"

Everyone was stunned.

Before they could react to what Lu Xingzhou was saying, he continued firmly, "Jiang Man, Te amo."

His voice had a magical quality that made the incomprehensible foreign language sound incredibly sensual and forceful.

A group of heiresses felt as if their ears were about to get pregnant.

They were eager to know what exactly he was saying to Jiang Man.

"Jiang Man, aishiteru."

The heiresses understood this Japanese sentence.

They jumped and screamed as if they were the ones being confessed to.

"Is he really confessing, saying ’I love you’?"

"What the hell? Is this just for the game or is it for real?"

"Ich liebe Dich."

Lu Xingzhou ignored everyone’s frantic reactions and continued to look tenderly at Jiang Man.

αγαπώ se agapo."

"te amo, vos amo."

"szeretlek."

"taim i’ngra leat."

...

"I LOVE YOU."

When he reached the 15th phrase, the audience erupted in amazement once again.

"I love you, Jiang Man."

The 16th phrase was in Chinese, his eyes brimming with depth as he stood in his white suit at the center of the dance floor, like a groom.

"16 languages? Did young master Lu actually use 16 languages in his confession?"

"This is eye-opening, can you really do it this way?"

"Manman, your brother-in-law is quite something, playing it pretty cool." Wu Yingfan nudged Jiang Man with his elbow and teased with a smile, "Do you understand all these foreign words he’s saying?"

"I understood the first few, but not the later ones," Jiang Man raised an eyebrow, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

She hadn’t expected Lu Xingzhou to be so impressive, to know 16 languages. But did he just know how to confess in 16 languages, or did he actually speak them?

"Your brother-in-law truly knows 16 languages; there was information about it online," Wu Yingfan caught on to Jiang Man’s thoughts immediately.

Jiang Man’s eyebrows twitched, indeed, such an accomplished man was very appealing.

No, wait?

Jiang Man suddenly realized, nearly getting sidetracked by Lu Xingzhou’s handsome distraction.

What was he trying to do? Confessing in public? Was he trying to make their marriage public?