Genius Club

Chapter 148: Chapter 133: Girlfriend_2

Lin Xian, as a member of the fashion circle, naturally noticed at a glance that Chu Anqing’s outfit was not cheap.

But on second thought, it made sense. As Chu Shanhe’s most presentable “treasure,” how could she not show off at such an important Donghai Chamber of Commerce New Year’s Eve dinner, her own event?

“Just now my dad kept dragging me around to greet uncles and aunts.”

Chu Anqing said while holding Zhao Yingjun’s hand:

“Actually, I saw you guys earlier and wanted to come over to say hello… but I couldn’t get away from there, so I only came over to find you when I got a chance.”

Having said this,

Chu Anqing looked up at Lin Xian with a smile:

“Senior Lin Xian, now everyone is calling you East Sea 007! It has already spread throughout the school! Now you have a lot of junior fans waiting for you to go back and give another lecture.”

“Forget it,”

remembering the last time and the classroom void of any juniors, Lin Xian felt a bit ridiculous:

“This is not something to brag about, and I dare not do it again.”

…

Zhao Yingjun watched the two chatting happily with a smile.

Women understand women best.

She guessed the origin of Lin Xian’s invitation the moment Chu Anqing came looking for him.

Ordinarily, Lin Xian, who was not a member of the Donghai Chamber of Commerce, would have raised some doubts with his presence here, wouldn’t he?

But looking at her now… it’s as if she already knew Lin Xian would come.

She glanced at the two of them and smiled:

“An Qing, such a lively dance party is rare, why haven’t you thought about dancing?”

“No one has invited me.”

Chu Anqing, who was a straightforward girl, spread her hands:

“It’s like this every year, no one dares to dance with me.”

This statement made Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun both laugh.

Of course.

This would have been one thing at school,

but on Chu Shanhe’s turf, during Chu Shanhe’s party, under Chu Shanhe’s watchful eye, to invite his precious little daughter to dance…

How clueless would someone have to be to do such a thing?

Maybe if someone did invite her, Chu Shanhe wouldn’t take it seriously, as he might not be so petty.

But…

Who would take that bet?

The dragon’s reverse scale isn’t always a deadly touch, but still, no one dares to touch it.

Lin Xian tried to put himself in Chu Shanhe’s shoes… If he had such a beautiful, cute, and pretty daughter at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and a boy was embracing her in a waltz…

Hiss!

His blood pressure was already rising.

“An Qing, if you don’t mind, let Lin Xian accompany you for a dance, he’s quite good at it.”

“Ah?” Lin Xian’s blood pressure dropped in an instant, looking at Zhao Yingjun.

“Eh? Can I?”

Chu Anqing blinked, looking at Zhao Yingjun.

“Of course.” Zhao Yingjun turned to Lin Xian:

“Can you?”

Lin Xian looked at Chu Anqing with doubt, and Chu Anqing also looked back at him:

“Can you?”

?

Did you two agree on this beforehand?

Lin Xian, feeling resigned, could only agree with a smile:

“I can, but An Qing, since you’re professionally trained in dance, don’t blame me if I hold you back.”

Since these two women had brought it up, how could he refuse to their faces?

He might as well be an emotionless dance robot now.

“What I mainly study is folk dance, you know, so I’m not so good at ballroom dancing either.” Chu Anqing giggled, walking over to Lin Xian:

“I might actually need you to teach me!”

Perfect.

One dance ended, and another began.

The lights in the hall dimmed instantly.

The beating of the drums started, and the warm lights twirled around the hall.@@novelbin@@

The quick and lively violin ensemble instantly took off, the trombones and trumpets weaving accompaniments, the rhythmic gaiety energizing the whole venue.

“The Voices of Spring Waltz”

A waltz classic like no other.

Chu Anqing looked up at Lin Xian, who was a head taller than her, with rotating lights dancing in her eyes, tracing bright rings of stars.

Lin Xian extended his right hand, and Chu Anqing’s elegant fingers rested on it as they stepped forward together into the dance floor.

The violins’ light and sprightly plucking was like the chirping of songbirds, filling the venue with the aura of spring.

As couples paired up across the dance floor, leaning on shoulders and holding hands in rotation, the cellists also joined in the accompaniment, adding a rich soil to this vigorous spring growth.

Even though Chu Anqing modestly said she was not very good at social dancing,

there was an insurmountable gap between professional and amateur.

Her “not very good”… from Lin Xian’s perspective seemed to already be at the master level… Dancing with her was far less stressful than dancing with Zhao Yingjun.

Fortunately, this waltz was relatively simple, not too demanding on the steps, mostly revolving around turns, and with the slightly more difficult maneuvers falling on the female partner, Lin Xian just needed to be a secure “frame”.

Gradually…

More and more people noticed a professional dancer had blended into the crowd on the floor, and they gave way to the center, allowing this little blue elf princess to flaunt her dance moves freely.

Her water blue dress swirled in the air, accompanying Chu Anqing’s elegant and supple dance movements, as if painting a landscape imagery.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

…

In a corner of the hall.

Zhao Yingjun held her glass of red wine, swaying the vivid liquid inside, smiling as she watched the blue blossom swirling in the center of the dance floor.

“May I have this dance?”

A slightly immature male voice came from behind.

“I’m sorry, but I’m a bit tired,” Zhao Yingjun said without turning around, directly declining.

But then she sensed something was off.

Why did that voice sound so young?

She turned around and saw a fair-skinned youth with slightly curly hair, dressed in a black suit with a black bow tie, his eyes weary but his body half-bowed, smiling at her.

Zhao Yingjun was surprised; this was someone who should not have been there:

“Ji Lin?”

She stood up politely, facing the youth who also straightened up. Because she wore high heels, she was a bit taller than Ji Lin:

“What a surprise, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“You know me?”

“Mr. Ji, you jest, you’re now a hot figure in the entertainment industry, there’s been plenty about you in the news lately.”

“That’s quite a coincidence, Miss Zhao, as it happens I also recognize you.”

Ji Lin smiled slightly, pinching his keychain adorned with a cute Rhine Cat Doll:

“I really like this cat from your company, I’d like to write a novel about it, so I came specifically to greet you and ask for authorization, may I?”

“Of course, you may.”

Zhao Yingjun could tell Ji Lin was joking and responded in kind:

“But the Rhein Cat’s authorization is not cheap… If you’re willing to take it with you to the Oscars ceremony to accept an award, though, there might be a discount.”

“That’s a pity then,” Ji Lin replied with a smile, shaking his head:

“I had no plans to attend the award ceremony in person. But if it’s convenient… please pass a message to the designer for me, I hope he can create a Gothic-style Rhein Cat, I’m really looking forward to that contrast.”

“Why don’t you give that feedback directly to him?”

Zhao Yingjun pointed to Lin Xian in the dance floor, twirling with the blue elf:

“That’s Lin Xian, the creator of the Rhein Cat. You have a rare opportunity to talk to him later; he seems to really enjoy your novel, so your suggestion might be well received.”

“Oh, that’s him.” Ji Lin narrowed his eyes, looking at Lin Xian laughing and swaying with Chu Anqing, then looked up at Zhao Yingjun:

“Isn’t he the one who was dancing with you earlier?”

“Yes, he was.”

“Then I’d like to ask presumptuously…”

Ji Lin gestured toward Chu Anqing, his interest piqued as he looked at Zhao Yingjun:

“Between you two… who exactly is his girlfriend?”