Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 112 Don't Overdo It
After Shen Guining finished dealing with matters in Hong Kong, he returned to Beijing with Qu Yanci the next day.

After a two-day break, in early July, she went to the Central Grand Theatre Dance Company to report for duty.

The group leader was named Yunyi. She was in her thirties and her appearance was not particularly outstanding, but she had an elegant figure and a refined temperament.

She welcomed Shen Guining's joining the team.

The other team members were practicing dancing in the dance studio.

Yunyi asked them to pause for a moment, "Today, let me introduce our new member, Shen Guining. She will be the youngest girl in our group from now on. Please take good care of her."

Everyone clapped enthusiastically, creating a lively atmosphere.

Shen Guining bowed and thanked him.

Everyone present was a more experienced senior than her, but she found them all to be nice, approachable, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

The average age of the dance troupe members is around 28. It is extremely rare for someone like Shen Guining to join the national dance troupe right after graduating from university. Talent and hard work are both indispensable.

After a day of getting acquainted, she had a basic understanding of the dance troupe.

On average, there is one performance per month, all of which are large-scale events or festivals for cultural exchange between China and foreign countries.

Daily rehearsals are very rigorous to ensure that there are no mistakes on stage.

However, it also has more holidays than other theaters, with nine days off each month.

On the same day, the official Weibo account of Shen Guining was announced: "Welcome new member @沈归甯 to the Chinese Classical Dance Team! May we walk the flower path together in the future! [Sprinkling flowers]"

It gained 100,000 followers in just one day.

She posted two photos of the theater with the caption: 【A new beginning [Looking forward to it]】

The comments section is buzzing.

I finally found my wife's Weibo account!

[I finally got a front-row seat! Can my wife choose me?]

You're too beautiful; I don't dare to flirt with you.

I'd like to see your photos! A nine-grid layout would be best!

【Baby, I'm here! I absolutely love your stage performance!】

【Wife, you're the best!】

……

That evening, Shen Guining lay in bed reading through the comments.

She doesn't follow any fandoms or idols; she usually only uses Weibo to browse trending topics or interesting vlogs.

I don't understand, is it now fashionable to call someone "wife" or "baby"?
As she was contemplating whether to reply to a few comments, a deep, magnetic voice suddenly came from behind her: "Wife?"

The voice floated lightly into my ear.

Shen Guining's ears turned red instantly. She covered her phone, turned around, and glared at him reproachfully, "Why do you walk so quietly?"

That nickname coming from his mouth was far too ambiguous.

My heartbeat skipped a beat.

"You were just too engrossed in watching." Qu Yanci threw back the covers and got into bed. "These days, do netizens like to call other people's wives randomly?"

Shen Guining pursed her lips. "Maybe... that's the kind of nickname that's popular now."

Qu Yanci took the phone from her hand and placed it on the bedside table. He wrapped his arm around her soft waist and kissed her with his thin lips.

They snatched breath from every inch of the body.

During a brief pause in his breathing, Shen Guining mumbled, "Only once..."

She has dance practice tomorrow, so she can't overdo it.

Qu Yanci gave a soft "Mmm".

He keeps his word and only does it once.

But this time he took way too long, deliberately dawdling.

No wonder people say that men have a mischievous streak in their bones.
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Shen Guining is very adaptable now, and she integrated into the new environment in just a few days.

The intensity of the rehearsals was well within her acceptable range.

The only inconvenience is that the commute to and from get off work has become longer; it used to take twenty minutes, but now it takes an hour.

After a week of rehearsals, Shen Guining and Jin Yuhan went shopping together on a weekend.

The young lady was still driving her Porsche, parked at the entrance of the residential complex.

Shen Guining walked over, opened the passenger door, and got into the car.

Jin Yuhan held the steering wheel with one hand and turned to look at her, "You're already planning to settle down in Beijing, why don't you buy a car?" Shen Guining pulled over her seatbelt and buckled it, "I am planning to."

She wanted to buy a cheaper car for commuting; she would feel bad if an expensive one got scratched or bumped.

Jin Yuhan stepped on the gas pedal at a leisurely pace. "Mr. Qu should have no shortage of cars in his garage. You can drive any one you like."

Shen Guining was self-aware, saying, "His car is not suitable for a novice like me."

Jin Yuhan chuckled, "That's true."

The Porsche drove all the way to the China World Trade Center.

After browsing the department store for an afternoon, Shen Guining spent a long time choosing and finally bought a tie clip. It was a custom-made item and required a purchase of another item. The sales assistant said it would arrive next week if things went smoothly.

It can be done before Qu Yanci's birthday.

"Aren't you going to buy yourself something?" Jin Yuhan asked.

Shen Guining thought for a moment, "I don't lack anything."

I have so many clothes and shoes at home that I can't wear the same thing twice every day.

New haute couture pieces from major brands have appeared in her wardrobe even before they've been released for sale.

Jin Yuhan never seems to have too much; she's bought a whole bunch of bags and jewelry.

When it was time for dinner, the two found a restaurant to eat at.

Coincidentally, I ran into someone I knew at the door.

Cui Manying and two friends also came to this restaurant for a meal.

Jin Yuhan greeted her, "Miss Cui."

“Miss Jin.” Cui Manying gave a social smile, her gaze falling on Shen Guining as she secretly sized her up. “This must be Miss Shen.”

Shen Guining had seen her before and remembered her.

I heard that the Cui family only has one girl in this generation, the third young lady Cui Manying, who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and is pampered by the whole family.

It's clear she was raised with money and love.

Jin Yuhan and Cui Manying were not familiar with each other; they had only spoken briefly at the dinner event and were nodding acquaintances.

Upon entering the private room, Shen Guining asked in confusion, "How does she know me?"

Jin Yuhan hung her bag on the chair and sat down. "She likes Mr. Qu. Do you think she would be completely unaware of the people around Mr. Qu? Maybe she's dug up all your secrets behind your back."

There are very few kind people in this circle; their innocent appearance is all an act.

"Moreover, the news about you and Mr. Qu has been circulating in the industry recently, although some people are just unsure whether it's true or not."

The Qu family is already a prominent family in the industry, and their every move attracts a lot of attention.

Shen Guining didn't care what others thought or thought; she was only worried that Qu Yanci's family might think she had ruined the marriage alliance between the Qu and Cui families.

Jin Yuhan pushed the tablet over, "Okay, stop thinking about it, let's order and eat."

Shen Guining snapped out of her daze.

After ordering the food, while waiting, I received a WeChat message from Qu Yanci asking if I had gone home yet.

I don't know when it started, but that apartment has come to be called their home.

Shen Guining replied: 【We're still eating.】

Qu Yanci sent her his location.

Shen Guining was puzzled. [?]

Qu Yanci: [Come pick me up after you finish eating.]

Shen Guining: [Shall I pick you up?]

Qu Yanci: [I've been drinking, and the driver isn't here.]

Shen Guining: [Oh, okay.]

He had a lot of faith in her driving skills.

Twenty minutes later, the food was served.

While eating, Jin Yuhan asked, "Want to grab a drink after we finish eating?"

Shen Guining ladled some soup and drank it. "Let's do it another day. I need to go see Mr. Qu later."

Jin Yuhan glanced at her, "The sour smell of love."

"..."