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

Xu Wantang was thus sent off and relegated to the bench.

Two pairs of eyes were staring at her from outside the window, out of her sight.

One of the dance troupe's leaders looked at the man beside him, sweating profusely.

"Third Young Master, don't worry, I'll talk to Teacher Hu later. We'll definitely do our best to nurture Third Young Master's wife..."

Before he could finish speaking, Cen Shichuan raised his hand to interrupt him.

"No need, I think Teacher Hu is very good."

"This..." The person in charge was somewhat confused.

Cen Shichuan tapped his fingertip lightly on the armrest of the wheelchair and said slowly, "Wantang is my wife. In the end, she will return to her family. As for dancing, it's just for fun. Do you understand?"

If we ask Xu Wantang to give up dancing now, she will definitely throw a tantrum.

He didn't want to create any further distance between them.

It would be better to let Xu Wantang back down.

The person in charge wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded repeatedly: "Understood, understood, I will definitely remind Teacher Hu."

"As for other matters..."

Cen Shichuan paused, looking behind the person in charge: "I've already spoken to General Manager Liao, so please make the arrangements."

The person in charge turned around and saw Hina walking gracefully towards him in an expensive training outfit.

He immediately understood Cen Shichuan's meaning: instead of cultivating a wife, cultivate a lover.

Rich people these days really know how to have fun.

Cen Shichuan lowered his eyes and said coldly, "I don't need to remind you what you should and shouldn't say."

The person in charge was sweating profusely: "Yes, I understand. I will go and process Ms. Xina's onboarding immediately."

As soon as the person in charge left, Xina walked to Cen Shichuan's side.

She clenched her hands, as if to yield, and spoke softly.

"Shi Chuan, thank you for fulfilling my wish, but... I'm afraid Wan Tang will be jealous."

"Yeah?"

Cen Shichuan stared at Xu Wantang in the rehearsal room and said absentmindedly, "That's fine too."

"..."

Xu Chuxue looked at Cen Shichuan in disbelief.

But he was looking at Xu Wantang.

No wonder Cen Shichuan agreed immediately when she said she wanted to join the dance troupe.

It turned out to be the case.

However, judging from his expression, he didn't know whether it was possessiveness or affection.

It seems that her collaboration with Chen Jingjing needs to be accelerated.

……

As Xu Wantang was pondering what to do next, the rehearsal room door was pushed open again.

The person in charge led Xu Chuxue inside.

"Teacher Hu, come here for a moment. This is Miss Xina. She has officially joined our dance troupe. Please take good care of her."

Hu Qin changed her previous indifferent attitude and stepped forward with a smile.

"Just give me a call, you don't need to come over yourself."

"Let me tell you..."

The person in charge lowered his head and said a few words to Huqin.

Hu Qin's shrewd eyes swept over Xu Chuxue, and her smile deepened even more than before.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely take care of it."

As she spoke, she extended her hand to Xu Chuxue, saying, "Miss Xena is indeed extraordinary."

"Thank you for the compliment. I look forward to your guidance in the future, Professor Hu."

Xu Chuxue squeezed her hand, glancing at Xu Wantang in the corner out of the corner of her eye: "Teacher Hu, I'll rest for a bit first."

"no problem."

Hu Qin glanced at Xu Wantang, but ignored her and continued to lead the others.

With a smile on her face, Xu Chuxue walked up to Xu Wantang.

"Xu Wantang, aren't you curious about how I got into the dance troupe?"

"Not curious."

Isn't that obvious?

Of course, it's Cen Shichuan's superpower; he can't bear to see his beloved be outshone.

Seeing her unmoved, Xu Chuxue gritted her teeth slightly: "Do you really think that you can gain a foothold in a place like this just by winning a competition? Which of these people hasn't won an award? The dance troupe needs people with both talent and connections."

Xu Wantang looked at her: "As far as I know, your resume abroad states that you lost both parents, practiced dance diligently, and achieved some success. So, your background is... someone else's husband? Or a boyfriend you can't publicly acknowledge?"

"What makes you think you're the wife?"

Xu Chuxue blurted out in anger.

Xu Wantang chuckled: "Everyone saw us go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our marriage certificate. What about you? What makes you think you can?"

In her dream, even if she and Cen Shichuan were in a fake marriage.

However, Cen Shichuan did not secretly register his marriage with Xu Chuxue.

Therefore, compared to others, Xu Chuxue is now even less respectable.

"Because I have more awards than you, because I am more popular and more capable."

"It's all because Third Young Master loves me! A man loves whoever he's willing to sacrifice for; I don't need to explain that, do I?"

"Xu Wantang, you're destined to be nothing more than a stepping stone for me here, just like..."

Xu Chuxue raised an eyebrow confidently, but didn't finish her sentence.

But Xu Wantang knew that what she wanted to say was just like before.

But... Cen Shichuan's love was worthless to her long ago.

However, she wouldn't tell Xu Chuxue; she was determined to infuriate her!

"If I love you this much, why don't I marry you? If I love you this much, why did I go through all that trouble to choose someone with a face that looks exactly like my sister? Do you believe this kind of love? Can you prove it?"

"you!"

Xu Chuxue was so angry that her eyes narrowed, and the area around her nose felt like it was about to burst.

Xu Wantang turned and left.

A moment later, Hu Qin asked her and Xu Chuxue to come on stage.

Xu Wantang could clearly sense that Xu Chuxue was falling behind, but Hu Qin was the one scolding her.

"Xu Wantang! This isn't your personal showcase. Are you rushing things to highlight your uniqueness?"

Unfortunately, Xu Wantang had no choice but to slow down.

Hu Qin pointed at her again and scolded, "Xu Wantang, you're so slow, whose team are you holding back?"

Just like that, fast or slow.

The erhu player's call of Xu Wantang almost drowned out the music.

Others were already dissatisfied.

"What champion? His jumps were a complete mess."

"Who told you not to be the young mistress? Otherwise, what champion couldn't you have?"

"Do you think she really danced the song that won her the championship?"

"It's hard to say. There were so many veils at the time, and we could only see her silhouette. If it were really..."

"Shh, don't say that. She's the third young mistress of the Cen family," someone reminded her.

"What's there to be afraid of? Her third young mistress is probably just as weak as the champion."

The group exchanged glances, clearly not taking Xu Wantang seriously.

The erhu player nearby heard this but didn't stop it.

It seems that this is what she wanted to achieve.

Isolate Xu Wantang.

Being isolated by a group is a very difficult thing to endure.

But Xu Wantang didn't care.

Being able to dance is more important than being isolated.

It's better than being forced to undergo IVF nine times and having nine miscarriages.

Just then, Xu Chuxue walked over and spoke to her understandingly.

"Wantang, we agreed to have dinner together. You should come too. People might not know you well, which is why there's been some misunderstanding."

"I..." I have something to do.

Just as Xu Wantang was about to speak, Xu Chuxue interrupted her.

"Don't be so antisocial, we're a group."

Hu Qin said sarcastically, "Xina, she's the third young master's wife, of course she won't be used to our food."

Having said all that, we have no choice but to eat this meal, otherwise it might cause public outrage.

Just in time, Xu Wantang also wanted to take this opportunity to find out what kind of grudge she had with Hu Qin.

I used to think that Hu Qin thought she got in through connections, which is why she looked down on her no matter what.

But after Xu Chuxue arrived, she immediately rejected the idea.

There must be other reasons.

"Okay, let's have dinner together."

She had assumed that the gathering was simply a matter of finding a restaurant, sitting down to eat something, and chatting.

But when she got out of the car and saw the restaurant, she instinctively gripped her bag tighter.

15,000 per person!

Is this a bandit's den?