Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Director Lin is demanding because he respects his career. It is necessary to be demanding to your actors in order to produce a good movie,” she commented.

The rest shared her opinion. Their look at one another indicated their approval of this newcomer; she was good.

After exchanging pleasantries, Gu Xingze pulled Yun Shishi to one side and gently whispered to her ear, “Shishi, let’s go dance.”

“Sure, but I can’t dance. I’m going to be clumsy.” She was a little concerned.

He blinked mysteriously at her. “Why don’t you trust your teacher here to teach you well?”

“…”

Without waiting for her reply, he took her hand and brought her to the center of the dance pool, and after giving her some basic instructions on posture and tempo, he held her waist and gently lifted one hand in readiness to start.

She followed his guidance and did the same as she put one hand on his shoulder.

They were the center of attention inside the dance hall.

The man was handsome and the lady was glamorous. Together, they were picture-perfect.

This beautiful couple made the lavish surroundings dim in comparison.

Sensing the concentrated attention on them, she instinctively retracted in fear.

“Xingze—”

“Don’t worry, and just follow my tempo.”

…

At the VIP seat, Mu Yazhe, who was holding a wine glass, gazed coolly at the couple in the dance hall. His eyes gradually dimmed as his knuckles on the wine glass turned white.

Little Yichen, who was sitting beside him, was also staring at the same pair of dancers. He seemed to dislike the man somehow.

He annoyingly crossed his arms, unhappiness was written all over his little, handsome face.

“Zhe, shall we dance?” Mu Wanrou walked over to Mu Yazhe and asked, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

“… Er,” he agreed after a quick thought.

He took her hand and led her to the dance floor. The guests’ attention was diverted to the new couple once they joined in the dancing, too.

Compared to Yun Shishi’s clumsiness with her simple basic dance steps, the Mus were elegant.

As an upper-class aristocrat, manners and dance etiquette were part and parcel of their early childhood education.

Mu Yazhe, in his well-tailored and smart-looking suit, looked tall and elegant as he gracefully moved with the melodious music. His grace swooned many in the audience.

“Oh, god, Director Mu is so cool! He’s the elite of the elites, indeed. He dances so well!”

“He has the face of a Greek god; how can anyone be so perfect? Ohhh… I’m so envious of the woman beside him. I want to dance with him, too!”

“Ha! Him dancing with you? Just who are you? Dream on!”

Yun Shishi could not help but be distracted when he appeared. She threw him a sidelong glance, her expression turning hazy and flighty.

While she was looking at him, he was not doing the same.

His side profile looked handsome and proud – almost untouchable.

Without realizing it, she stepped on Gu Xingze’s shoe tip.

“Oops!” she cried out. Her face turned red from embarrassment as she apologetically looked at him and said, “Sorry!”

“It’s painful, Shishi.” He raised his brow forlornly. “Where are you looking? You must concentrate when you dance, or you’ll miss your footing.”

She nodded absent-mindedly, no longer wanting to continue dancing. Her heart skipped a beat and missed its rhythm when she saw Mu Yazhe.

Her heart and mind had been robbed by him since he arrived on the dance floor.