Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 38 What's wrong with my waist?

Qu Yanci said casually, "If I give it to you, it's yours."

He spoke of it so casually, as if he were just giving away a worthless trinket.

Shen Guining looked at him, "But..."

Qu Yanci interrupted, "There are no buts."

Shen Guining fell silent.

Well, even giving gifts can be this domineering.

Let's keep it with her for now, and return it when we part ways.

Qu Yanci took the bracelet out of the jewelry box, pulled the little girl's left hand, and put it on her wrist.

Her wrists were so thin that they could be easily held in one hand, and it seemed as if they would break if you used too much force.

The bracelet felt cool against my skin, and the pendant dangled down, the highly saturated ruby ​​making my complexion appear even whiter.

Shen Guining's long eyelashes trembled slightly as she heard Mr. Qu say, "Red suits you very well, and you danced beautifully today."

She opened her eyes wide in surprise, "You were there?"

Qu Yanci's voice rang out: "Mmm."

Shen Guining realized what she meant, "The private room on the second floor?"

Qu Yanci tacitly agreed.

Shen Guining was at a loss for words.

He came to the theater specifically to see the performance, but she hadn't told Mr. Qu that she was playing the lead role today. What was the point of him coming all this way to see her dance as an insignificant backup dancer? Wouldn't he feel like he was wasting his time? After all, his time was so precious.

But undeniably, the fact that someone was waiting for her after the performance and that she received such beautiful flowers touched something deep within Shen Guining, and complex, indescribable emotions spread through her body.

The better Mr. Qu treated her, the more guilty she felt. Thinking about her despicable schemes and methods, she would feel a dull pain in her chest.

Seeing that she remained silent, Qu Yanci asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Shen Guining seemed distracted, but pretended nothing was wrong, saying, "No, I'm very happy."

Qu Yanci turned to face her, his gaze still fixed on her face.

He was very perceptive. Feeling guilty and afraid that he would see through her, Shen Guining put down the flowers in her hand, took the initiative to cross the middle, and sat on the man's lap.

Practice makes perfect. After sitting there several times, I finally felt less awkward than before.

She leaned over and kissed Qu Yanci's lips, then lowered her eyes and whispered, "Thank you for the gift, Mr. Qu."

The man casually put his arm around her waist, but before he could exert any force, Shen Guining frowned.

"What's wrong with your back?" he asked.

Shen Guining obediently replied, "The dance practice has been a bit intense these past few days, and my back hurts."

Qu Yanci loosened his grip. "Let's go to the hospital tomorrow."

Shen Guining is reluctant to go to the hospital unless absolutely necessary. "I want to rest for two days first, and I'll go if there's no improvement."

She has a day off tomorrow and the day after, so she can stay home and relax.

Qu Yanci remembered that the little girl had said she was afraid to go to the hospital, so he didn't force her.

Before I knew it, the car had entered the residential area and parked in the garage.

Shen Guining turned to look out the window, then got off Qu Yanci's lap. "Mr. Qu, I'm going upstairs now..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man got out of the car first and waved, "Come here."

Shen Guining, confused, picked up her bag and moved to the car door.

Qu Yanci picked her up by the waist and carried her straight into the stairwell.

It felt light and weightless in my arms; I wonder how they usually eat.

Once inside the elevator, Shen Guining realized, "I haven't picked up my flowers yet." Qu Yanci said, "I'll get them tomorrow."

Perhaps because of the cramped space inside the elevator, Shen Guining felt her breathing was a little hot.

The arms supporting her back and the back of her knees were strong and powerful, exuding a strong sense of strength.

Back at the apartment, Qu Yanci put her down and told her to go back to her room and sleep early.

Shen Guining replied with an "okay," and then asked, "Are you going back?"

Qu Yanci glanced in the direction of the master bedroom, "It's next to yours."

Shen Guining nodded, said goodnight to him, and went back to her room.

Before removing her makeup and taking a shower, she took off her bracelet and carefully put it into her jewelry box.

My body has been tense for the past few days, but now I can finally relax and get a good night's sleep.

Without the alarm clock, I slept straight until 10:30 a.m. the next day.

Her lower back was still aching. Shen Guining slowly sat up in bed, lifting the covers and instinctively reaching for her phone on the bedside table.

She had several unread messages on WeChat, and she opened them one by one.

Jin Yuhan: [Have you seen my Weibo posts? Who have you offended recently?]

Lou Jingshu: [Gui Ning, you're trending! Those unscrupulous marketing accounts are disgusting!]

Shen Guining was completely bewildered. She switched to Weibo, clicked on the trending topics list, and saw several entries related to herself.

#Beijing Dance Theatre's Flying Goddess#
#New dancer Shen Guining#
#Suspected of having a powerful backer#
The incident started when her dance video from last night was posted online by viewers and received widespread praise. Netizens began to investigate her, but soon a marketing account revealed that she had a sugar daddy behind her and rose to fame through unspoken rules.

Some people maliciously stirred up trouble, and all sorts of slanderous and fabricated comments followed.

[No wonder a mere intern is more talented than those dancers who have been performing for years, landing a lead role in such a short time; turns out she has connections behind the scenes.]

Actually, my dancing is just average; I mainly rely on my looks.

Being beautiful is the best shortcut; everyone will be able to skip hard work and just get plastic surgery.

This face is undeniably alluring; aren't all men attracted to this type?

[It's possible she has more than one sugar daddy. My friend said he saw her change the luxury cars she drives several times.]

[Shen Guining seems to be the daughter of the Shen family's car company in Hong Kong; she probably doesn't need to find a sugar daddy.]

The Shen family's fortunes have plummeted, with their market value declining continuously, making it even less likely they would provide her with a luxury car. Besides, she's not the real eldest daughter of the Shen family; she's just Mr. Shen's niece.

[Can't we just send her back to Hong Kong Island? Or make her stay quietly as a mistress to her sugar daddy and stop causing trouble for others?]

……

There were also many offensive comments.

Shen Guining's mind went blank. She had no idea what she had done wrong, and that she was being insulted and slandered by so many people as soon as she woke up.

She tried every means to get close to Mr. Qu, but she only wanted to get rid of the Shen and Zhou families and seek protection. She never relied on anyone's connections at the theater.

Why smear her without even knowing the facts?

After hovering her fingertips over the screen for a long time, Shen Guining blinked, opened her contacts, and dialed the director's number.

It rang for about ten seconds before the call was answered.

Shen Guining calmed down and said, "Director, could the theater clarify those rumors about me online? You know, I was just following work arrangements and didn't rely on anyone to pull strings."

After a moment of silence on the phone, he said, "Actually, you were indeed pre-selected by higher-ups to play the lead role this time."

She also found it strange at the time. Why did they suddenly add a program and specifically designate Shen Guining as the lead dancer? Normally, even if Shen Guining is indeed a very good dancer, she should take it one step at a time and slowly accumulate stage experience.

Shen Guining was stunned, utterly confused, "It was pre-arranged by higher-ups? But I didn't know about this at all..."

Mr. Qu should not make decisions for her without her consent.

(End of this chapter)