Beijing-Hong Kong Rosemary

Chapter 37 I'll be waiting for you in the underground parking garage
Realizing that the man of high status was displeased, the others dared not say another word and immediately changed the subject.

Qu Yanci was disappointed. He said goodbye, rolled his sleeves, and calmly got up and left the club.

The Maybach had been waiting at the door for quite some time.

Jason is his personal assistant in the United States, responsible for overseeing and managing the branch office.

Qu Yanci started his business in New York in his early years. With his keen insight and decisiveness, he accurately grasped the pulse of the market. After taking over the family business, he seized the opportunity and quickly expanded his business empire. Today, he has established many large-scale branches in the Americas.

"Sir, the matter you instructed has been completed."

Jason didn't quite understand why his boss wanted him to bid on a collectible bracelet worth 1.6 million at the auction, since his boss had always only been interested in unique pieces with high artistic value.

Qu Yanci strode into the car, unbuttoned the collar of his shirt, raised his hand to press his brow, and said in a very calm voice, "To the airport."

Jason nodded. "Okay."

The private flight had been booked in advance and was scheduled to take off promptly at 10 p.m.

After boarding the plane, Qu Yanci leaned back in the sofa chair for a short rest.

His schedule has been packed these past few days, with project discussions, social engagements, and networking taking up almost all of his time.

After a brief moment of relaxation, her face relaxed, and her usual coldness lessened.

On the table beside me is an exquisite jewelry box containing a gemstone bracelet. It is a rare Burmese pigeon blood red gemstone, with a pure and flawless color, a bright luster, and a perfectly cut shape. It is also adorned with a ballerina pendant.

Seeing the pictures in the auction catalog, I immediately felt they were perfect for Shen Guining.

He hadn't received a single phone call from the girl for several days; the only WeChat message he received was from him asking what she was doing.

Shen Guining replied with a voice message. She must have just finished dancing and was still slightly out of breath, saying, "I'm practicing dancing."

Her voice is naturally soft, gentle, and clear, like a whisper in the dead of night.
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On the day of the performance, the theater was bustling with activity.

Around 6 p.m., audience members began to enter the venue after having their tickets checked.

The ballroom, which can accommodate 1500 people, was almost full.

"The VIP rooms on the second floor are also open today. I wonder which distinguished guest they are reserved for."

"I'm curious too. The private rooms are never sold to the public, and the last time they were used to host leaders from the Cultural Bureau..."

Shen Guining listened to her colleagues' idle chatter without really paying attention.

Her lower back had been aching for the past two days, but she had been trying to tough it out, not wanting to give in at this crucial time.

She waited backstage until eight o'clock before it was her turn to go on stage.

The entrance required wire work, and several staff members helped Shen Guining fasten her safety harness and slowly lifted her into the air.

The stage and audience lights went out until a beam of dappled light appeared on the dome, like the Tyndall effect in the early morning, with particles floating and moving in the air.

The pipa accompaniment flowed gently like a stream, its melodies cascading out.

A red figure descended from the sky, her dance skirt light and flowing, her ribbons swaying, like a flying apsara stepping out of the Dunhuang murals.

A white strapless top, a crimson long skirt, a shawl draped over her shoulders, a gold tassel hair crown, a light veil covering her face, peach blossom eye makeup, brown fox-like eye corners, and a flower decoration in the center of her forehead, she exudes a pure yet alluring charm.

She completed a series of difficult dance moves in mid-air.

The audience couldn't see her face clearly, but they were full of praise just for her dance moves.

As the wires were lowered, Shen Guining landed on her feet, raised her hand to remove her veil, and her delicate features were fully revealed.

The audience was so amazed they were speechless.

A stunningly beautiful face, a slender figure, and elegant dance steps; every spin and leap is both graceful and powerful, her emotions fully integrated into the melody.

A dozen or so dancers surrounded her in a circle, with ribbons fluttering from the center, resembling a blooming peony, unfolding layer upon layer.

The one-hour performance, interspersed with plot elements, left the audience wanting more at the end, with applause resounding throughout the venue.

Shen Guining finished her final waist-turning movement, took a breath, stood still, bowed ninety degrees to the audience, and the curtain fell. The applause lasted for a long time, creating a surging wave of applause.

The red curtains slowly closed from both sides of the stage.

Shen Guining raised her hand to wipe away the dense beads of sweat on her forehead, feeling that her waist had reached its limit and was aching in waves.

Backstage, her colleagues unanimously praised her, calling her a chosen goddess.

Only Jin Yuhan said indifferently, "It's alright, I guess."

If the young lady says it's alright, then it's pretty good.

Shen Guining was in so much back pain that she didn't want to move, so she rested on the dressing table.

Jin Yuhan glanced at her, walked closer, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"My back hurts, let me rest for a bit." Her voice was weak.

"If you can't take it, go to the hospital to get it checked out. Don't let it get to the point of being crippled." Jin Yuhan had never seen someone work so hard before. With the intensity of her dance training, it would be strange if her back didn't break.

Shen Guining lifted her eyelids, her expression somewhat speechless, "...I know."

Jin Yuhan ignored her and left first.

Shen Guining rested for ten minutes before removing the elaborate headdress and going to the dressing room to change clothes.

Before leaving get off work, she glanced at her phone and saw that Mr. Qu had sent her a WeChat message.

Qu Yanci: [I'll be waiting for you in the underground parking garage.]

Shen Guining stared blankly at her phone for a moment, then typed a message: "You're back?"

Qu Yanci: [Hmm.]

Afraid that he would wait too long, Shen Guining quickly packed her things and went downstairs with her bag before even removing her makeup.

Upon reaching the basement level, she looked around and quickly located Mr. Qu's car. His car was highly recognizable, with license plates almost all in consecutive numbers.

Shen Guining walked to the black Maybach, opened the back door and got in. His gaze met a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes. "Mr. Qu, when did you get back?"

"Today." Qu Yanci's gaze fell on her face.

Her stage makeup was quite heavy, which made her delicate features stand out even more, while also adding a touch of charm and allure.

Having seen her on stage, I can say she is breathtakingly beautiful.

The driver started the engine after confirming that the doors were closed.

Shen Guining noticed a large bouquet of flowers at her feet, a mix of many different varieties, each blooming vibrantly and beautifully. "These flowers..."

Qu Yanci lowered his eyes in a gesture, "Yours."

Shen Guining smiled and picked up the flowers from the ground. "Thank you, Mr. Qu."

No girl dislikes flowers, of course, it depends on who is giving them to her.

"Huh? What is this?"

She noticed a jewelry box in the middle of the bouquet, and curiously opened it. The light reflected from the rubies entered her eyes, and she couldn't help but exclaim, "What a beautiful bracelet!"

Qu Yanci lowered his crossed legs and changed his sitting posture. "Try wearing it."

Shen Guining didn't dare touch it and returned the jewelry box to him, saying, "This bracelet is too valuable; I can't accept it."

She wasn't someone who didn't know value; she had accompanied Shen Yue to auctions before and witnessed wealthy women spending tens of millions to bid on a small gemstone.

Shen Yue also had a ruby ​​necklace, but its color and purity were clearly inferior to the one in front of her. Shen Guining couldn't imagine how expensive this bracelet must be.

(End of this chapter)