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Chapter 208 Financial Giant vs. Ballet Prima Ballet 1.8

Shen Luzhou's breathing still fell regularly on the pillow.

The palm of his hand across Chun Nianren's waist was burning hot, and the man held her in his arms with absolute control.

The silk quilt rustled slightly with her slight movements. She held her breath, moved his arm away, and walked into the bathroom barefoot.

The mist in the bathroom had not yet dissipated. She stared at her wet hair in the mirror and hesitated for a moment, still not wanting to wake the man.

Next door is Shen Luzhou’s study.

The heavy curtains in the study block out the morning sunlight. There is a bookshelf behind the large desk and a decorative cabinet next to it.

She found the hidden socket under the table and quietly began to blow-dry her hair.

The sunlight from outside came in through the gaps in the curtains, and a ray of light was reflected on the sandalwood glass door of the decorative cabinet, causing the photo in the gilded frame inside to flicker.

The hair dryer was still making a steady but not dry sound.

The glass cabinet door reflects Chun Nianren's figure.

She couldn't help but walk closer and take a closer look at the carefully collected photo inside.

I suddenly remembered that on the night when I first took the stage as the leading actor, I was looking through the gap in the curtain, expecting a certain figure to appear in the audience until the last moment.

And now, this photo from her first starring stage play has fulfilled her expectations many years later.

She turned off the hair dryer and raised her hand to open the glass cabinet.

The sound of slightly hurried footsteps rang in my ears.

The man grabbed her hand when she was about to touch the photo frame, and then she was turned over with her back against a carved cabinet door.

The cold scent of cedar, which men usually use, pressed down on her, trapping her in the cramped space constructed by sandalwood and her arms.

The moment their eyes met, she saw two little versions of herself reflected in his pupils, like butterflies trapped in amber.

“Why can’t I see my photos?”

She raised her head to face the oppressive feeling, as if she had caught him with something, full of confidence and deliberately provocative.

"Shen Qizhou, why are you feeling guilty?"

When she was pulling it just now, the collar of her bathrobe loosened and drooped her shoulders, revealing the red marks on her shoulders and neck that had not yet faded. The water from the ends of her hair was flowing through ambiguous traces, and sank into the shadows along her neckline.

She didn't realize how dangerous she looked.

Shen Lingzhou's hand passed over her shoulder, and the sound of the photo frame falling upside down on the table was crisp and decisive.

"It's not you."

A tough-talking man.

Chun Nianren pushed his arm, touched the switch lightly with his fingertips, and shook it to signal him.

"Excuse me."

Shen Luzhou lowered his eyes, took it with one hand, and ran his slender fingers through the wet hair on the side of her neck. His eyes fell on the faint mark on her thin shoulder.

The moment warm lips covered that skin.

She craned her neck and tried to escape.

"Don't……"

The untuned ending note was crushed in the messy breathing.

The overloaded senses exploded at the nerve endings, and the skin felt numb.

Her hands clung to his arms in vain.

The man increased the force of his lips and teeth with a sense of punishment, rubbing the most fragile pink skin on the side of her neck, and the pink glaze blossomed into a piece of rouge crabapple.

Only when she begged for mercy in a trembling voice did he allow himself to admire his masterpiece.

"Shen Lingzhou, my hair isn't dry yet!"

The accusation, tinged with shame and anger, elicited a chuckle from the man.

Shen Cenzhou pushed her into the leather swivel chair and brushed the lingering blush behind her ears with his fingertips.

The warm wind carries the scent of cedar.

His bony hands shuttled through her wet hair.

Wednesday.

Before the dusk penetrated the clouds, the golf club in Lin Gan was already lit up with gilded lights.

The grand opening reception continued his usual extravagant style, with champagne towers stacked among expensive flowers airlifted from Ecuador, splashing the upper-class dreams from the film reels into the midsummer evening.

Inside the floor-to-ceiling window, a lazy figure was trapped on the dark green velvet sofa. A dark blue P-neck shirt was loosely wrapped around the man's tall body, and the luxurious watch with exposed wrist bones was emitting the unique cold light of mechanical gears.

Chunnian would not have appeared here.

The cover shooting and interview for "Dancer" lasted from morning to evening. When I got in the car, I was so sleepy that I forgot to ask the driver to go home. The black Maybach drove straight here to find Shen Luzhou.

When she stepped onto the lawn in her high heels, the wine drops flowing from the champagne tower seemed to stop for a moment.

The new Chinese-style black sleeveless cheongsam outlines the figure of a lady in meticulous brushwork, and the Suzhou embroidery magnolia on the front of the collar makes it look graceful with every step.

Although her face was unfamiliar, her whole demeanor was like a piece of cold black magnolia cut out from an ancient scroll, which overshadowed the whole place's extravagance by three points.

Lin Gan almost dropped the golf club he was holding.

A young man's cigar was hanging in the air, and the ashes of the high-quality Havana cigar fell and shattered on his tailor-made trousers.

"This is……"

Who can resist taking a few more glances at a beauty of this level?

Lin Gan was the first to come back to his senses and find his voice.

"Sister-in-law...sister-in-law is here too."

Lin Gan was shocked by how quickly she and Shen Cenzhou reconciled.

Before, no one could persuade him to reconcile, but today, everyone came one after another.

Except for Lin Gan, everyone present was seeing Chun Nian for the first time.

Listen to Lin Gan calling her sister-in-law all the time.

Seeing this, Lin Gan took the opportunity to introduce them.

"Let me introduce you to you. This is Chun Nianren, the principal dancer of our city's ballet company."

"Thank you sister-in-law for coming to support us. Sister-in-law, Brother Kezhou is inside."

The three words "Chun Nianren" are really unfamiliar in the circle, but the words "that person's white moonlight" are synonymous with taboo.

Have you seen a living person now?

Her nodding gesture brought some fresh air to the business scene that was filled with cigars and luxury wine.

His eyes swept across the crowd lightly, and everyone was actually prompted to restrain their behavior by his gaze.

This aura is really similar to the one inside.

Lin Gan is well-connected in this circle, and those who come here are the second generation from Shanghai's top circles.

Everyone is accompanied by a beautiful woman.

She looked through the dark floor-to-ceiling windows into the inner lounge area, where Shen Luzhou was lazily slumped on a dark green velvet sofa.

Sitting opposite him was a little girl in a misty blue puffy skirt, holding a ballet doll with a skirt inlaid with diamonds.

There was a dazzling array of dessert towers on the low table in front of her, but the little girl was bored and was fiddling with the doll's delicate simulated bun. The golden olive leaf hair accessories were shining beautifully in the sunset.

Next to the little girl stood a woman in a white dress.

Everyone outside the rest area was quiet. The little girl tilted her head sharply and saw Chun Nianren herself. Her grape-like eyes suddenly brightened.

"Chief Haru?!"