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

Liao Zhen looked at Xu Wantang and explained, "I had a hard time keeping Miss Daisy with me. She's willing to sign a contract with us, but the condition is that you're willing to stay and join our dance troupe."

The voice just fell.

Xu Wantang nodded vigorously: "I'm willing, I'm willing."

She must be crazy to refuse.

Liao Zhen teased in a low voice, "Your brain is finally back to normal. I was really afraid you'd say you had to go back to take care of your husband."

Xu Wantang knew she meant no harm, but she still felt ashamed of her past decisions.

Because last year, she refused the teacher's invitation in the same way.

After reaching an agreement, Daisy put down her coffee cup and stood up.

"See you later, I'm heading to the airport now."

"I've already had someone waiting for you outside in a car. I'll send you the contract."

Liao Zhen made a gesture of invitation.

Daisy gave Liao Zhen and Xu Wantang a friendly hug.

Xu Wantang was stunned for a long time.

Liao Zhen sat down and took a sip of coffee: "I'm back to my senses."

Xu Wantang realized what was happening and quickly thanked him, "President Liao, thank you."

Liao Zhen chuckled.

"Silly girl, don't be so formal. Actually, I should thank you. Daisy has been elusive all year, and so many people have been looking for her but couldn't find her. If it weren't for..."

"What?"

Xu Wantang thought she hadn't heard clearly, so she shifted her body.

Liao Zhen put down her coffee cup: "It's nothing, just make the most of this opportunity."

"I definitely will."

Xu Wantang's previous gloom was swept away.

Even though Cen Shichuan and Xu Chuxue were embroiled in public opinion, she was still able to get a legitimate divorce.

Now I can join the best dance company and work with the best instructors.

It all felt like a beautiful dream, so perfect it seemed unreal.

Looking at Xu Wantang's cautious yet excited expression, Liao Zhen was reminded of herself when she was young.

She then asked, "Is the dress for the victory celebration ready?"

Xu Wantang was suddenly brought back to reality.

She doesn't have any dresses.

Back in the Xu family, she wore dresses that Xu Chuxue didn't want anymore, and they were never the right size.

She doesn't have much money right now, and she can't afford a nice dress at all.

She replied awkwardly, "Not yet."

"I do have some formal dresses, but I haven't had a chance to wear them much. If you don't mind, you can take them and wear them," Liao Zhen said.

Xu Wantang blinked, somewhat incredulous: "Thank you, President Liao."

Liao Zhen chuckled: "Now I finally understand how funny you are."

There are many beautiful women, but it is rare to find one who is dazzlingly beautiful yet has such a contrasting personality.

No wonder someone is always so worried.

After chatting for a while, Liao Zhen went downstairs to attend a meeting, so Xu Wantang left first.

Liao Zhen watched Xu Wantang's retreating figure, then picked up her phone to send a message.

"Thanks for helping to make the connection, I'll keep the person."

……

Cen Family Restaurant.

When Cen Yuan left the office, he received a text message from Old Master Cen.

"Jingjing is here. Come back and greet her. Xu Wantang was supposed to accompany Shi Chuan on a business trip, but she missed the plane and we don't know where she went."

The words, whether spoken in a negative or otherwise malicious manner, were all a test.

"Um."

Cen Yuan went straight back to the Cen family home.

At the dinner table, the dishes served by the servants were all difficult to eat, clearly at the behest of Old Master Cen.

"Cen Yuan, peel some shrimp for Jingjing. How can a girl do something like this?"

"Um."

Cen Yuan remained indifferent, simply taking the entire plate of shrimp and beginning to peel them.

Seeing this, Chen Jingjing blushed deeply.

"Second Young Master, I have a small appetite, I don't need so much."

Before Cen Yuan could speak, Old Master Cen interrupted him.

"Jingjing, this is Cen Yuan's way of showing his feelings for you."

Cen Yuan remained indifferent, neither admitting nor denying it.

Chen Jingjing's cheeks flushed: "Thank you, Second Young Master."

Immediately afterwards, she secretly took photos and posted them on her WeChat Moments, and then deliberately went to Xu Wantang's WeChat account.

She wanted to let Xu Wantang know who the real young mistress of this family would be from now on.

Cen Yuan glanced at him casually, not exposing his lie, and continued peeling shrimp.

After peeling the last shrimp, he glanced up and passed by Lin Yue at the doorway.

Lin Yue strode forward, appearing extremely anxious.

"Second Young Master, there is an urgent document that needs your review."

He handed over the tablet, and with a flick of his wrist, the entire plate of freshly peeled shrimp meat fell to the ground.

Lin Yue quickly picked up the shrimp: "Sorry, I didn't mean to, the documents just came in a hurry."

Enraged, Chen Jingjing momentarily forgot her persona and arrogantly scolded, "What are you doing! Don't you know how to be a servant?!"

"Servants?"

His deep voice uttered the words, his dark eyes narrowed, and a chilling aura permeated the entire table.

Chen Jingjing's face turned pale, and she hurriedly explained, "I... I meant my subordinate, I didn't mean anything else."

"That's good, so people won't misunderstand that the Chen family is poorly raised."

"..."

Chen Jingjing's face turned even paler.

Cen Yuan calmly took the shrimp that Lin Yue had picked up and handed it to Chen Jingjing.

"Want more?"

It's as if he's saying that this is how he feels about Chen Jingjing.

Shrimp that have fallen to the ground are practically garbage.

"...No need, I'm going to the restroom."

Embarrassed, Chen Jingjing got up and quickly fled.

Cen Yuan put the plate back on the table and ate his meal by himself.

Grandpa Cen said displeasedly, "How could you treat Jingjing like that?"

Cen Yuan replied slowly and deliberately, "Didn't I do as you asked, Grandpa?"

"You..." Old Master Cen choked.

"I don't like testing people, and I hope this is the last time."

Cen Yuan's tone was extremely indifferent.

But even the shrewd and calculating Old Master Cen felt a little apprehensive.

After lunch, Grandpa Cen left under the pretext of taking a nap.

Cen Yuan also planned to find a job as an excuse to leave.

When Chen Jingjing saw him get up, she also stood up.

She had already boasted to her friends that she would definitely win over the Buddhist prince in Beijing's elite circle.

It would be too embarrassing to go back like this.

Composing herself, she stopped Cen Yuan.

"Second Young Master, didn't you say we could talk another day? Actually, there is something I'd like to discuss with you this time."

It was as if he was threatening Cen Yuan with photos of Xu Wantang's infidelity.

"What is it?" Cen Yuan's expression turned cold.

"A friend gave me an invitation to General Manager Liao's celebration banquet, and I would like to ask you to be my date."

"Okay. I still have work to do, so please excuse me."

Cen Yuan agreed.

As he turned around, the coldness in his eyes had already melted away.

Chen Jingjing was oblivious, completely absorbed in the excitement of stunning everyone by linking arms with Cen Yuan.

She's a Buddhist nun; there's no man she can't handle.

After Cen Yuan left the restaurant, he saw Lin Yue staring at his phone and chuckling to himself.

He asked, "What's so funny?"

Lin Yue pointed to the phone: "It seems like the young mistress is scolding you."

Cen Yuan glanced at it, took out his phone, but found that there were no photos posted by Xu Wantang in his WeChat Moments.

Lin Yue suppressed a laugh: "Oh, the young mistress has blocked you on WeChat Moments."

"..."

Cen Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a barely perceptible smirk.

shield?

Oh.

……

A week later.

Xu Wantang received a video call from Liao Zhen early in the morning.

The two have been chatting frequently about work these past few days and have gotten to know each other much better.

"Wantang, I've spun a few dresses for you that suit you. Take a look and see which one you like, and I'll have my assistant send it to you."

After speaking, Liao Zhen turned the camera to the five dresses on the clothes rack.

The colors range from light to dark, and the styles from simple to complex; each piece is beautiful.

But Xu Wantang was drawn to the first nude pink silk gown.

A thought inexplicably popped into my head: Cen Yuan likes cute girls like Chen Jingjing who are all pink and tender.

By the time she tried to stop herself from overthinking, the words were already out of her mouth.

"pink."

"OK."

"..."