After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

"Tangtang." A gentle voice came from ahead.

Ruan Tang looked up, and Wen Yan turned to the side, placing one hand on the back of the sofa, and looked at her.

A smile played on his lips. "Let me see the process sheet."

There was a program sheet for the school anniversary celebration at each seat, and also in front of each of the four people. Wen Yan was clearly taking the opportunity to strike up a conversation.

Ruan Tang handed over the process sheet in her hand.

When Wen Yan took it, his fingertips touched the back of her hand. He didn't move away immediately, but instead looked up at her and then quickly blinked his left eye.

wink.

Ruan Tang paused for a moment, then quickly turned her face away, which to outsiders would have looked like she was being teased and was shy.

Si Lin noticed Wen Yan's shoulder turned to the side, and then saw Ruan Tang's shy expression, and his face fell.

Peacocks don't even spare the grass near their nests.

The last row.

Lin Xiaokui saw all of this.

Those four exceptionally talented individuals all had their eyes linger on Ruan Tang.

That gentle, natural attention, as if it were her duty to sit there.

She clenched her fists; there was nothing to envy.

Ruan Tang took the path of a sycophant, relying on her looks and her feigned innocence, only to gain their fleeting interest and momentary glory.

Once the butlers get tired of her and find a new favorite, she'll be nothing to them.

But Lin Xiao Kui is different.

She won't try to please them; she'll change them and make them look at her with new eyes.

This path was much more difficult than Ruan Tang's, but the results were also much more solid.

Do not be swayed by short-term gains, nor be misled by vanity.

She resolutely turned her gaze away from Ruan Tang.

Su Nian, sitting next to Lin Xiao Kui, also saw the scene in the front row.

Ruan Tang sat so close to the front, so beautiful, so composed.

She felt a little envious.

Xiao Kui said she was a bit like Ruan Tang from before.

Perhaps she should also take better care of herself and try to be as beautiful as Ruan Tang.

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The music for the opening dance began.

The female students from the dance academy filed in from both sides.

They wore matching white ballet dresses with full, knee-length skirts, and their hair was styled with pearl hair clips behind their ears.

The lead dancer was Meng Qing.

After Shen Weiwei was expelled, the dance academy needed a new image.

Meng Qing was the one who was pushed up.

She has a more slender figure than Shen Weiwei, with delicate and supple arms, and has practiced ballet for more than ten years.

Her features are aloof and cold, with a hint of detachment in her eyes. She is known as a haughty goddess at the dance academy, and she doesn't like to talk to anyone.

But today is different.

She stood on her toes in the center of the stage, her skirt billowing as she spun, the lights following her.

My gaze fell on the four people in the first row. Their waists swayed more, their skirts billowed higher, revealing a section of their snow-white thighs.

When she bent over, her neckline opened slightly, revealing glimpses of her skin.

She raised her eyes, her gaze fixed on the person in the middle.

Si Lin.

He wasn't looking at her; he was turning his head to say something to Pei Heng.

Pei Heng slumped on the sofa, legs crossed, without even lifting his eyelids.

Meng Qing bit her lower lip and spun around again.

This time, her gaze fell on Wen Yan and Ji Yan.

Wen Yan was looking down at the process sheet in his hand, while Ji Yan had his hands folded on his knees, expressionless.

Of the four people, none of them were looking at her.

Ruan Tang sat in the second row and watched very attentively.

She watched Meng Qing spin and jump on the stage.

She didn't understand ballet, but she could tell that this dance wasn't something to be performed casually.

Those seemingly unintentional waist twists and exposed thighs should be done in a way that shows off the figure just right, without going too far and making oneself look cheap.

She didn't dislike Meng Qing; on the contrary, she was a little curious about her.

With such an aloof face, what is he thinking when he does this kind of thing?

In the third row, Gu Beiheng and Jiang Yubai were also watching.

"Isn't this Meng Qing?" Jiang Yubai leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.

"The dance academy's famously icy beauty, who usually doesn't even give a second glance, why is she so hot today?"

Gu Beiheng glanced at the swaying waist on the stage, "Her father is dying."

"How so?"

"The Meng family staked on two major projects in the first half of the year, and both fell through," Gu Beiheng said calmly.

"One is that the subsidy policy suddenly changed, and all the money invested became sunk costs."

"The other one is even worse off; the developer they partnered with has run away, and now even the land is frozen."

"The Meng family's financial chain has been cut off. The banks can't lend them any new credit lines, and suppliers are blocking her father's office door every day."

Jiang Yubai raised an eyebrow. "So you're sending your daughter out to find a backer?"

Gu Beiheng raised his chin, gesturing towards the spinning figure on the stage, "Isn't this obvious enough?"

Jiang Yubai's gaze fell on Meng Qing.

She was leaning back, her waist arching, and the curves of her chest were clearly visible under the light.

That aloof face carried a subtle hint of coquetry as it was directed at the first row.

Jiang Yu chuckled, "Do you think she's still a virgin, with that aloof attitude?"

Gu Beiheng curled the corner of his mouth slightly. "You'll know once you try it out."

"Let's wait a bit." Jiang Yubai crossed his arms and gestured with his chin toward the first row.

"She's eyeing the deacons; let them choose first."

Gu Beiheng nodded. "That's true, the rules can't be broken."

He glanced at Meng Qing again; she was doing a standing split, her legs were straight and long, and her toes were pointed straight.

"But I remember that the four of them never really interacted much, because they felt they couldn't let loose and it wasn't fun."

Jiang Yubai laughed out loud, "It seems so. Si Lin has impressive assets. Once, they had an unpleasant argument, and then a rule was issued that no more virgins could be sent to him."

"Wen Yan is gentle, but he's also picky."

Pei Heng is not averse to meat or vegetables, but he won't touch virgins. It's said that he finds them too nervous and that he has to coax them, which is a waste of time.

Where is Ji Yan?

"Ji Yan?" Jiang Yubai thought for a moment.

"He seems to only care about his white moonlight. He doesn't actively look at other women, but if he gets along well with a few others and they're pushed onto him, he'll just use them to relieve his desires."

Gu Beiheng leaned back in his chair, looking at the aloof goddess spinning on the stage. "That's quite a coincidence."

"They find it too much trouble. Once she's rejected by the deacons, they'll naturally move on to the next group, and then..."

"Then it'll be up to you and me," Jiang Yubai replied, grinning and revealing a set of white teeth.

"But to be honest, her aloof face paired with her figure is really attractive, much more so than that special student we got at the luxury brand store last time."

Gu Beiheng didn't reply, he just looked at the stage.

As Meng Qing's dance entered its final section, her spinning became faster and faster, and her skirt billowed higher and higher.

Her expression remained aloof, but her eyes were already red.

I don't know if it was because she was tired, or because the deacons in the first row didn't look up at her from beginning to end.

The music stopped.

Meng Qing stood in the center of the stage, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily.

Applause erupted from the audience. Several school board members in the front row nodded with smiles, while the aristocratic students in the back row also clapped.

But her target, four aloof faces, remained unmoved.

She bowed deeply, and her steps were heavier as she left the stage than when she entered.

A person who has been aloof for over a decade lowered himself to sway his waist and show his legs on stage, trampling his self-esteem underfoot, only to be ignored in return.

Meanwhile, the men below were already plotting how to divide her up after she was rejected.

This is Shenglan, and it includes not only commoners but also nobles.

Everyone who wants to climb the ladder is putting a price tag on themselves.

Those sitting at the highest point had seen so many Meng Qings that they sometimes couldn't be bothered to even look at them.