The deep sound of the cello suddenly joined in, mixing with the trembling vibrato of the violin. The pitch rose, making the entire Golden Hall resonate.

Several couples, their swirling steps matching their flowing dresses, cut through the space between them, leaving behind the fragrance of perfume and blurred light and shadows.

Lin Xian was a little surprised.

Zhao Yingjun used to…

Clearly, she never danced.

"A little," Lin Xian replied.

"Dance one with me."

"Okay."

Zhao Yingjun rose on her tiptoes, stepped forward, placed her left hand on Lin Xian's shoulder, then brushed past him, turning halfway around.

Lin Xian took a step to the left, extended his left arm to hold Zhao Yingjun's lower back, accepting the turn.

The sound of the cello faded.

The violin solo's string music stirred the heart. Zhao Yingjun tapped her high heels back and forth in the notes, accurately stepping on every beat.

Lin Xian was also decisive, following behind Zhao Yingjun, his right hand holding her slender waist, his left hand clasped with hers, sliding in small steps across the dance floor.

The tango wasn't difficult to learn.

At the East Sea University of Arts, social dance was a very popular elective course. If you were a little slow when selecting courses, you wouldn't get a spot.

The School of Arts already had more girls than boys, and during the practice phase of this course, the few boys were like tools, having to cooperate with many girls to practice their dance steps.

Perhaps this was why the course was so popular…

Lin Xian managed to get a spot in this course in his sophomore year. That year, he was a dance partner for many girls.

Perhaps it was because he was a school host, had a good image, and was of a suitable height, many girls in the class liked to find Lin Xian as a dance partner to practice with, even queuing up for it.

That year, classes were really tiring…

From the moment he entered the dance studio to the end of the class, Lin Xian was constantly spinning, spinning, dragging his waist, and spinning again.

He thought he had danced all the tango he would dance in this lifetime during that semester.

He didn't expect…

He would be able to make it up here today.

"You dance really well," Lin Xian sincerely acknowledged.

Zhao Yingjun smiled:

"You're not bad either."

Their dance steps were so skilled, so intense, yet they never touched each other even slightly.

The essence of the tango lies in the pulling of the steps.

A master's tango is like playing the piano; a novice's tango is like practicing Wing Chun.

"Do they teach tango at East Sea University?"

"They teach some of the most basic steps, but not such complex ones," Lin Xian answered truthfully.

"Then how is your technique so good?"

"This piece of music is very famous." Lin Xian turned the two who had strayed from the middle of the dance floor back, saying:

"Many movies have used this piece. Directors are very fond of it. As long as there is a tango scene, this piece, *Por Una Cabeza*, is often indispensable. I've seen it so much, I learned it."

"For example?" Zhao Yingjun looked up.

"*Scent of a Woman*," Lin Xian replied:

"A great movie, and also a very classic dance scene."

Zhao Yingjun chuckled, turned her head, and looked at the men and women spinning past:

"I've seen that movie. The female lead is very pretty."

"Gabrielle Anwar," Lin Xian said:

"But she's old now."

"Everyone gets old. No one doesn't age."

Zhao Yingjun released Lin Xian's left hand, tapped her high heels to the music, spun around, and then took Lin Xian's hand again:

"It seems you like watching movies. I noticed it when I chatted with you before. You always have movie knowledge at your fingertips, very knowledgeable. Are you very researched in this area?"

"Not really."

The music had reached its finale, all the harmonies paused, only the violin's solo gradually softened and stretched out in vibrato:

"It's just that I've simply watched more movies," Lin Xian said lightly.

…

The sound of the violin's vibrato came to an abrupt end.

The entire piece of music ended, and the men and women in the dance floor either chatted and communicated with smiles, or applauded softly.

Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun came to a table on the periphery and sat down. The waiter brought tableware and wet towels.

Zhao Yingjun ate snacks, not speaking, as if she was thinking about something.

Lin Xian rested his elbows on the table, looking at the neon night view of East Sea City outside the window, thinking about the scene of the New East Sea City in his dream.

"Hehe, Senior Lin Xian!"

A sudden burst of laughter from behind interrupted Lin Xian's thoughts.

He turned around and looked back…

"Sister Yingjun, long time no see!"

The beautiful girl in front of him was greeting Zhao Yingjun with a smile.

The water-blue dress clung to her graceful body, like a trickling stream sliding down from the mountains, crystal clear, as if elves were flying. Coupled with her pretty, coiled, dark brown hair, and matching headdress, she had the style of a Disney princess.

However…

She was indeed a princess.

Not a Disney princess, but the princess of East Sea City.

"An Qing, why are you only coming out now?" Zhao Yingjun pulled Chu Anqing down to sit, examining this exquisitely dressed little princess:

"This dress is really pretty. Where did you get your hair done? I've never seen this kind of style before."

"It was so troublesome!" Chu Anqing seemed to be in a very good mood. She smiled happily, shaking her headdress:

"I don't know how to style it either. My dad found a stylist to take care of it for me. It took a long time. What do you think, Senior Lin Xian? Is it pretty?"

"Pretty."

Lin Xian praised truthfully.

They say there is no harm without comparison. Before, his evaluation of Chu Anqing was already not low. After experiencing CC's difficulty in getting along with, willfulness, stubbornness, and back-talk in the dream…he felt Chu Anqing was even more adorable.

Her whole outfit was indeed beautiful, full of the smell of money.

As someone in the fashion circle, Lin Xian naturally saw at a glance that Chu Anqing's outfit was expensive.

But thinking about it carefully, it was reasonable. As Chu Shanhe's most prized "treasure," for such a grand New Year's Eve banquet of the East Sea Chamber of Commerce, he had to show it off, right?

"My dad kept pulling me to greet uncles and aunts."

Chu Anqing took Zhao Yingjun's hand and said:

"I actually saw you a long time ago. I was thinking of coming over to say hello…but I couldn't get away, so I only had time to come find you now."

After saying that.

Chu Anqing looked up at Lin Xian, smiling brightly:

"Senior Lin Xian, now everyone is calling you East Sea 007! It's already spread throughout the school! Now, you already have many junior fans. They are waiting for you to go back and give another lecture."

"Forget it."

Remembering the last lecture hall with not a single junior, Lin Xian felt a little comical:

"This isn't something to be proud of. I wouldn't dare to do it again."

…

Zhao Yingjun smiled, watching the two chat happily.

Women understand women best.

The moment she saw Chu Anqing come to find Lin Xian, she roughly guessed the origin of Lin Xian's invitation.

Normally, Lin Xian, who was not a member of the East Sea Chamber of Commerce, would appear here. Chu Anqing would have some questions, right?

But looking at her current state…it was as if she already knew Lin Xian would come.

She looked left and right at the two of them, and smiled:

"An Qing, it's rare to have such a lively dance party. Why aren't you thinking of going to dance?"

"No one invited me."

Chu Anqing was also a practical girl, spreading her hands:

"It's like this every year. No one dares to dance with me."

This sentence made Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun laugh.

Of course.

It was fine if this were at school.

On Chu Shanhe's territory, at Chu Shanhe's party, under Chu Shanhe's nose, inviting someone's young daughter to dance…

What kind of clueless person would do such a thing?

Maybe someone really invited her, and Chu Shanhe wouldn't take it to heart. He might not be such a petty person.

But…

Who dares to gamble?

Touching a dragon's reverse scale doesn't always cause problems, but no one dares to touch it.

Lin Xian tried to imagine himself in Chu Shanhe's role… If he had such a beautiful, cute, and pretty daughter, seventeen or eighteen years old, and a boy was hugging her and dancing with her…

Hiss!

His blood pressure had already risen.

"An Qing, if you don't mind, let Lin Xian dance with you. He dances very well."

"Ah?" Lin Xian's blood pressure instantly cleared, looking at Zhao Yingjun.

"Huh? Is that okay?"

Chu Anqing blinked her eyes, looking at Zhao Yingjun.

"Of course it's okay." Zhao Yingjun turned to look at Lin Xian:

"Is it okay?"

Lin Xian looked at Chu Anqing in confusion. Chu Anqing was also looking at him:

"Is it okay?"

Did you two plan this?

Lin Xian was helpless, and had to respond with a smile:

"It's okay, it's just that An Qing, you are a professional dance student. I just hope you won't blame me for holding you back."

Since these two women had brought it up, he couldn't refuse in person, could he?

He could only be an emotionless dancing robot.

"I mainly study ethnic dance. I'm not very good at social dance." Chu Anqing smiled and walked to Lin Xian's side:

"I'm the one who needs you to teach me!"

Just then.

One piece of music ended, and another began.

The lights in the hall dimmed a lot instantly.

The jumping drumbeats rose up, and warm lights spun around the hall.

*Voices of Spring Waltz*.

A classic waltz piece.

Chu Anqing looked up at Lin Xian, who was a head taller than her. The swirling lights danced in her eyes, outlining a bright halo.

Lin Xian extended his right hand, Chu Anqing gracefully touched his fingertips, and the two stepped forward together into the dance floor.

The violin's light, rapid plucking sounded like a lark's call, making the entire venue feel like spring.

As the men and women on the dance floor paired up, shoulder-to-shoulder, hand-in-hand, and spinning around, the cellists also joined in the accompaniment, adding a fertile soil to this vibrant growth of spring.

Even though Chu Anqing modestly said that she wasn't very good at social dance.

But there was an insurmountable gap between professional and amateur.

What she called "not very good"…in Lin Xian's eyes was already at the master level…Dancing with her was far more stressful than dancing with Zhao Yingjun.

But fortunately, this waltz was relatively simple and didn't test footwork much. Most of the time, they were just spinning around, and the slightly more difficult movements were all on the female partner, so Lin Xian just needed to be a steady "frame."

Gradually…

More and more people realized that a professional player had mixed into the dance floor, so they gave way to the middle position, allowing this Smurf princess to fully display her dance skills.

The water-blue floating skirt danced in the air, and Chu Anqing's elegant and smooth dance moves seemed to paint a landscape painting.

Magnificent.

…

The corner of the hall.

Zhao Yingjun held a glass of red wine in her hand, shaking the bright red wine inside, smiling and watching the blue flower gracefully dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

"May I have this dance?"

Behind her, a slightly immature male voice sounded.

"I'm sorry, I'm already a bit tired." Zhao Yingjun refused directly without even turning her head.

But then she felt something was wrong.

Why was this voice so young?

She turned her head and saw a fair-skinned young man with slightly curly hair, wearing a black dress suit and a black bow tie, with a slightly tired look in his eyes, half-bowing and smiling at her.

Zhao Yingjun was a little surprised. This was someone who shouldn't be here:

"Ji Lin?"

She politely stood up, looking at the young man who was also standing up. Because she was wearing high heels, she was taller than Ji Lin after standing up:

"It's a surprise. I didn't expect to see you here."

"You recognize me?"

"Mr. Ji is joking. You are a celebrity in the entertainment industry now. There have been quite a few reports about you recently."

"That's quite the coincidence, Miss Zhao. Actually, I also recognize you."

Ji Lin smiled slightly, picked up his keychain, and a small, cute Rhine cat doll was hanging on it:

"I really like this cat from your company. I want to write a story for it, so I came specifically to say hello. Can you give me authorization?"

"Of course."

Zhao Yingjun naturally heard that Ji Lin was joking, and jokingly said:

"It's just that the authorization for the Rhine cat isn't cheap…If you're willing to take it to the Oscars to receive an award, I can give you a discount."

"That's a pity." Ji Lin shook his head with a smile:

"I didn't plan to go receive the award myself anyway. But if it's convenient…please help me give a message to this designer. I hope he can design a gothic-style Rhine cat. I'm looking forward to that sense of contrast."

"Then why don't you give the feedback to him directly?"

Zhao Yingjun pointed to Lin Xian, who was spinning with the blue elf on the dance floor:

"That's the creator of the Rhine cat, Lin Xian. This is a rare opportunity. You can chat with him directly later. He seems to like you very much. Maybe he can adopt your suggestion."

"Oh, so that's him." Ji Lin squinted his eyes, looking at Lin Xian, who was chatting and laughing with Chu Anqing, and looked up at Zhao Yingjun:

"Wasn't he the person who danced with you just now?"

"Yes."

"Then I'd like to ask presumptuously…"

Ji Lin pointed at Chu Anqing, looking at Zhao Yingjun with interest:

"Which one of you…is his girlfriend?"