The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

In a county-level city under Ningcheng, there is a very famous dance training center. One of the ballet teachers, Ms. Guo, is deeply loved by students and parents because of her prestigious school background, solid skills, and beautiful and elegant appearance.

However, not every student who signs up will be in her class.

Guo Hui has always chosen her students herself, and people have gradually noticed that each of the students she chooses comes from a very well-off family. Some colleagues have even speculated that she is trying to marry into a wealthy family through this arrangement.

Upon hearing this, Guo Hui explained that she only wanted to make money, and that only wealthy people would continue to purchase the later courses. This explanation was not very convincing at first, until she mentioned that she had been married once and divorced, and did not intend to continue to suffer from love and family issues.

From then on, he received unanimous praise from his colleagues.

However, as soon as she left the crowd, she couldn't help but scoff. After washing her hands, she ran into the principal of the training center, who told her that a big client had arrived and that she should hurry up and go to class so that someone could come and try out the class later.

"How big of a client?" Guo Hui asked curiously.

"A prominent figure in Ningcheng, she brought her little niece here. She originally planned to take her to Ningcheng to find a private teacher, but the child's mother couldn't bear to part with her, so she came here for a trial lesson. You are the best ballet teacher here, so do your best!" The principal's eyes lit up.

Guo Hui smiled and said, "No problem."

After she arrived at the classroom and led the students in warm-up exercises, she saw two people who looked alike appear at the back door. The woman was holding the hand of a little girl who was already dressed in a ballet outfit.

Guo Hui could tell at a glance that the dress and ballet shoes were custom-made. Her eyes flickered, and she continued teaching the children to dance, glancing back frequently out of the corner of her eye.

The little girl's eyes lit up, and her mother nodded in satisfaction.

All that's missing is the little girl's uncle.

The man was busy on the phone, holding a magazine in his hand. When his hand was full, he tucked it under his arm until the little girl's mother reached out to take it.

The principal beckoned Guo Hui over, and as he was introducing her, Guo Hui suddenly caught sight of the man on the magazine cover, and her expression immediately changed.

"Teacher Guo?"

The principal called out several times without getting a response, and was about to get angry when the middle-aged man, who had just finished his phone call, came over and asked thoughtfully, "Does this teacher know General Manager Xing?"

Guo Hui realized this too late.

"President Xing?" She paused, then shook her head and said, "You've mistaken me for someone else. The person I know is surnamed Lin."

The man's eyes widened immediately, and he even shook hands with some excitement. "I'm not mistaken! So you and President Xing knew each other before. May I ask what your relationship is?"

The principal gave her a wink.

Guo Hui understood and immediately said, "I have class first, can we talk later?"

“Sure, sure.” The man took out his card. “How about this, my niece will take classes here. She can pay for a year’s tuition first, one-on-one.”

The principal couldn't stop smiling on the spot.

One-on-one is the most expensive.

……

Ningcheng.

"Teacher Han, your phone is ringing."

The man answered the phone, his expression indifferent. "Hello, who is this?"

"Han Zhang, it's me."

"Huihui?" Han Zhang's expression softened instantly, and he asked with delight, "You finally contacted me! Where are you now? Are you doing well?"

"I came to Ningcheng on a business trip and thought I hadn't seen you in a long time, so I called you. I didn't expect to be able to get through."

"I haven't changed my number." Han Zhang's fingers were trembling with excitement. "Where are you? I'm coming to find you. We haven't seen each other in so long. I can't contact you since you changed your number."

Guo Hui told her the location.

Han Zhang asked a colleague for help and rushed over.

In the quiet coffee shop, the setting sun shone through the window onto half of Guo Hui's body. Her brown, form-fitting long dress, snow-white shoulders, and gold leaf-shaped openwork earrings swayed gently as she turned her head.

Just like when she went to school, she combed all her hair up, revealing her delicate and beautiful features, with the corners of her nude pink lips curving up.

"Han Zhang, over here." A slender hand waved towards him.

Han Zhang felt as if he were back in high school, and Guo Hui, as beautiful as a swan, waved to them with a smile.

Yes, they.

He is Zhao Ge.

Old Wu went to a vocational school to learn auto repair, and Old Shen became a chef. Only the two of them continued to high school, where they met Guo Hui from the next class.

However, Guo Hui had always been calling out "Brother Zhao" when she waved.

This time it was him.

Han Zhang glanced at himself and saw that his clothes seemed appropriate. He put on his shiny leather shoes, walked over, and sat down.

Guo Hui handed him the menu.

Han Zhang casually ordered a drink, his gaze fixed on Guo Hui.

Guo Hui seemed to know she was very charming. She rested her chin on one hand, leaned forward slightly, and laughed, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Don't you recognize me?"

Han Zhang, nearly thirty years old, still acted like a young boy at this moment, his face flushed as he looked away from his flustered gaze. Just then, the coffee arrived, and he drank half of it in one gulp.

Guo Hui chuckled. "Why are you still so shy? Where are you working now?"

Han Zhang: "The Affiliated High School".

Guo Hui looked at him in surprise, "High school?"

"Yes, that's right." Han Zhang was still a little awkward. They hadn't seen each other for many years, and Guo Hui had become even more beautiful and alluring.

"It's a pity I didn't get in, but I'm doing pretty well at the dance training center now." Guo Hui smiled. "You've fulfilled my dream from high school."

The two chatted about their recent situations. Guo Hui didn't ask about Xing Yanzhao, and Han Zhang didn't bring it up either, only talking about his own affairs.

But seeing that Guo Hui was not interested, he gradually stopped talking.

"So you weren't in Ningcheng. No wonder we couldn't find you."

"Us?" Guo Hui said casually, "Did Brother Zhao also contact me? I don't think so. I saw it in the magazine. I didn't expect Brother Zhao to have such a complicated background and be so capable. He's in charge of both Chaoye Technology and Xing's Group. But I also saw that he got married. That's great. I wish him happiness."

Seeing that she didn't seem to have any other intentions, Han Zhang went along with it and said, "We got married at the end of October last year. My sister-in-law is quite young; she just graduated recently."

"So he used to like younger women." Guo Hui smiled faintly, her face filled with sadness.

"No," Han Zhang explained, "My sister-in-law and Brother Zhao's marriage is an arranged marriage between families."

"A marriage alliance?" Guo Hui's eyes flashed. "Did they know each other before? Could they have only met after getting married?"

We only met a few days before the wedding.

"I see." Guo Hui seemed to understand something, and moved closer to Han Zhang, saying, "It's been a long time since I've seen you all. Can we invite Brother Zhao out for dinner tomorrow? And my younger brother too, the four of us."

She did not include Xing Yanzhao's wife in the calculation.

Han Zhang pushed up his glasses and shook his head, saying, "Tomorrow probably won't work. It's my sister-in-law's graduation ceremony tomorrow, and Brother Zhao won't be absent."

Guo Hui was taken aback: "Isn't this an arranged marriage? Why are you so close?"

Han Zhang sensed something and explained, "Brother Zhao and his wife have a very good relationship."

"Really?" Guo Hui smiled. "Which school does Brother Zhao's wife attend?"

"Ningda".

"It seems we'll have to postpone it." Guo Hui didn't ask any further questions. After having afternoon tea with Han Zhang and exchanging contact information, they went their separate ways.

Han Zhang returned to school.

Guo Hui returned to the hotel and called Mr. Zeng, who had brought her there, saying, "Mr. Zeng, is Ningda University holding its graduation ceremony tomorrow? Could you find a way for me to dance at their graduation party? Brother Zhao used to really enjoy watching me dance."