After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Xu Wantang turned off her phone and began to think about what to do next.

In her dream, she didn't register for the competition because she wanted to get pregnant.

To avoid feeling sad or having regrets, she didn't check the follow-up information about the competition.

Later, she became pregnant and miscarried, and lost all interest in the dance world.

If Xu Chuxue's trajectory remains unchanged.

In that dream, she must have returned to China through the competition.

But isn't she afraid of being recognized?

No.

Cen Shichuan must have made thorough preparations to support Xu Chuxue.

After all, in the dream, when Xu Wantang died, the two of them no longer tried to hide their relationship from outsiders.

Unfortunately, she was so focused on her child that she didn't notice anything amiss.

In the end, Xu Wantang decided to remain inactive.

Anyway, the person who should be anxious on the day the contestants are announced is Xu Chuxue.

Only in desperation will one reveal their weaknesses.

After thinking it over, Xu Wantang got up to take a shower.

After taking a shower, she belatedly realized that she still had a wound on her back.

She immediately turned her back to look in the mirror and discovered that her wounds had actually healed.

The medicine Cen Yuan gave her was too powerful.

As she thought about it, the dark figure that had just passed by the door came to mind.

It must be him.

Lin Yue came in so just in time, could he have been listening outside the whole time?

Shouldn't we thank him properly?

Xu Wantang picked up her phone to say thank you, only to find that she didn't even have Cen Yuan's contact information.

Never mind, I'll just say thank you next time I see you.

Since she wanted to say thank you, she simply opened her private messages and sent a thank you emoji to the doctor who had spoken up for her.

Unwittingly, she glanced at the netizen who had reminded her.

"It's normal for disabled people to be unable to have children."

Out of curiosity, she clicked on the other person's profile picture and homepage.

Male, 18 years old.

There was nothing else.

Are teenagers this restless these days?

But no matter what, the other party had done me a great favor.

She also sent a thank you message.

"Thanks."

Three seconds later, the other party replied with a single word.

"Um."

Wow, you're quite aloof.

Why are you so aloof, trying to emulate others' online flirting?

Xu Wantang continued, "You're so young, don't try to flirt with girls in such a vulgar way online, or you'll get scammed."

The other party hesitated for a minute.

"Um."

After watching, Xu Wantang left satisfied and lay down to sleep.

……

Tea room.

The aroma of tea fills the air.

In the steaming heat, the man glanced at the thank-you message on his phone, then looked at the person opposite him.

Someone was also looking at their phone, but their expression was somewhat complicated, even amusing.

The chat interface could be faintly seen lit up on the screen.

The man calmly put down his teacup: "Do you know what happens to a lawyer like me who wears a white coat and impersonates a doctor? Especially since I'm impersonating my own father."

The man closed his phone, picked up his teacup and took a sip; the red Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist were deep and aloof.

"I will help you pass on to the afterlife."

The man clicked his tongue and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to tell me why you helped your little brother's wife?"

Upon hearing the words "little sister-in-law," the person frowned slightly and flicked a bead.

Before he could speak, Lin Yue, who was beside him, stepped forward with a fruit platter to explain.

"Of course, it's to ensure the ancestral worship goes smoothly. This is the first time the Second Young Master has come back to perform ancestral worship, and many people are watching."

"Do you really think Third Young Master is making such a fuss over his private affairs with Xu Wantang?"

"The Third Young Master is clearly deliberately causing trouble; otherwise, why would those major media outlets be constantly focusing on someone's private life, like whether they can have children, and making it a trending topic?"

"The Third Young Master just wanted to make things difficult for the Second Young Master's ancestral worship, and also to use Xu Wantang's murder of her sister to gain public attention for himself."

"It's killing two birds with one stone! However, Xu Wantang doesn't seem to love the Third Young Master as deeply as the rumors suggest."

"She... mmm..."

Upon hearing this, Cen Yuan forked a small slice of watermelon and stuffed it into his mouth: "Eat yours."

Upon seeing this, the man nearly choked on his tea.

He was about to say something when Cen Yuan gave him a cold glance: "Drink yours."

"..."

……

For the next week, the entire Cen family prepared for the ancestral worship ceremony.

Even Cen Shichuan left early and returned late.

Xu Wantang, an outsider, suddenly had a lot more free time.

Aside from keeping up with news about dance competitions, I spend the rest of my time choreographing and rehearsing.

But she didn't have a place to practice dancing.

The room is too small; there's no room to stretch out at all.

In the garden, where servants had to be careful every time they passed by, it was impossible for them to concentrate on practicing.

If discovered, Cen Shichuan will definitely do everything in his power to cut off Xu Chuxue's escape route.

At this moment, Xu Wantang remembered that there was a large warehouse behind Cen Yuan's room.

She's been in Xiyuan for so long, and she's never seen anyone go there.

However, she still needs Cen Yuan's permission to use the warehouse.

But she hasn't seen Cen Yuan for the past week, as if he's deliberately avoiding her.

The thought of Xu Chuxue in this competition spurred Xu Wantang to give it her all.

The art of seduction by a "green tea bitch" is something you master the first time, the second time, and the third time, you become quite adept at it.

In the blink of an eye.

Xu Wantang stood at the entrance of the neighboring courtyard.

Before I even went inside, I heard two maids gossiping.

"Such a good opportunity, and you haven't seen the Second Young Master even once?"

"No, the second young master even contacted me on his own initiative."

"Oh, the Second Young Master's personality is even colder than the Third Young Master's. Why would he take the initiative to find you? What does he want?"

The maid raised an eyebrow, suddenly becoming interested.

Another maid chuckled dryly, "You're overthinking it. His slippers went missing, so I kept ten pairs in the closet! What kind of weird quirk is that?"

"Hahaha."

The maid laughed.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang's cheeks flushed slightly outside the courtyard.

She was still wearing those slippers before she left the house.

At this moment, the maid covered her companion's mouth.

Shh, don't laugh so loudly.

"What are you afraid of? The Second Young Master is in the Buddhist hall and won't be back for at least two hours."

They went to the Buddhist temple.

Xu Wantang tiptoed toward the Buddhist hall.

Upon arriving at the Buddhist hall, she made a point of tidying up her attire before entering.

A gentle breeze stirred, dispersing the wisps of white mist, and the man's figure gradually became clear.

He sat quietly on the prayer mat with his eyes closed, his hands resting on his knees, his palms loosely holding a string of red prayer beads.

A straight back, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a deity of asceticism.

Xu Wantang obediently moved aside and knelt down beside her.

The man caught a whiff of a delicate fragrance, and with a slight lift of his long eyelashes, he saw a graceful figure kneeling down beside him.

Xu Wantang bowed devoutly, her long hair falling to her chest, revealing her slender and delicate nape.

Its pinkish-white color resembles that of a crabapple, as if it would release its juice with the slightest pressure.

She peeked at him with her head down, and seeing that the man remained unmoved, she pursed her lips and looked away.

As she stood up, strands of hair brushed against her cheeks, making her feel a little itchy. She then tossed her long hair behind her.

A strand of hair brushed against the man's arm without missing a beat.

The man paused, a flicker of emotion crossing his usually calm eyes, which he then suppressed.

Xu Wantang was unaware and propped herself up.

Suddenly, she looked at Cen Yuan and smiled, her long hair fluttering gently.

Her bright, sparkling eyes were like a pool of rippling autumn water, enough to drown a person.

"Second brother, what a coincidence!"

"..."

Cen Yuan tightened his grip on the Buddhist prayer beads between his fingers, revealing specks of red through his jade-like nails.