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Wen Qingruan looked up and saw Gu Ying angrily sit down in the chair.

She got up and poured Gu Ying a glass of water. "What's wrong?"

Gu Ying: "I just came from the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy."

"Ruan Ruan, let me ask you, have you offended some important person?"

Wen Qingruan realized something was wrong at that moment.

She thought of the parents who stood her up today; they were all preparing to have their children apply to the affiliated middle school of Beijing Dance Academy.

"Sister Ying, is something wrong?"

Gu Ying told Wen Qingruan what she had found out today.

"LuLu's parent, unaware that I'm a partner in this dance studio, told me during a casual chat that our studio has been blacklisted by the Beijing Dance Academy Affiliated High School!"

At this point, Gu Ying slammed her hand on the table.

"If I find out who's targeting us, I'll make them pay!"

Wen Qingruan was also surprised.

The studio was only established not long ago, and no students have even applied to the affiliated high school yet, so how could it be blacklisted by the affiliated high school!

Sister Ying is right, they were indeed being targeted.

But who could this person be?

Why are they being targeted like this again?

In a flash, a person appeared in Wen Qingruan's mind.

Could it be Xu Anran?

If I remember correctly, Fu Yanci arranged for her to work at the affiliated high school of Beijing Dance Academy, in charge of admissions.

Thinking of this, Wen Qingruan got up and walked out without any hesitation.

Gu Ying followed after them.

"Ruan Ruan, where are you going?"

Wen Qingruan explained as she picked up her things.

"Sister Ying, I'm going out for a bit. Could you please take care of Luo Luo and Fu Bao for me? The two young men in suits at the door are specifically responsible for Fu Bao's safety."

If I don't return in two hours, you can have those two people take Fu Bao and Luo Luo back first.

Leave the matter of the Beijing Dance Academy Affiliated High School to me; I'll handle it.

After saying that, Wen Qingruan left before Gu Ying could ask anything else.

Gu Ying said, "Why is this person acting as energetically as I am now?"

After saying that, she watched Wen Qingruan's departing figure and added.

"However, you need this kind of drive to succeed in your career!"

If you still have that indifferent attitude when it comes to work, then you can forget about making this studio a success.

Wow, my judgment of people is really accurate!

Gu Ying praised Wen Qingruan, and in doing so, she also praised herself.

She looked towards Wen Qingruan's office, recalling what she had said before she left.

She hadn't seen Luo Luo in a long time, so she decided to go and see her.

"Lolo! Have you missed your aunt? We..."

Pushing open the door, she saw the boy next to Luo Luo, and the rest of her words were swallowed back down by the shock of seeing that face so similar to Fu Yanci.

It wasn't just because the child resembled Fu Yanci, but because there was a resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes to Wen Qingruan.

Gu Ying recalled the first time she met Fu Yanci and had a premonition that the relationship between the two was unusual.

In retrospect, her sixth sense was incredibly accurate!

Upon seeing Gu Ying, Luo Luo happily ran over, pulled Gu Ying to the coffee table, and showed her the castle she and Fu Bao had built.

Fu Bao greeted them politely.

Hello, Auntie.

"Hello, you must be Fu Bao, right?"

Fu Bao nodded and continued building Lego.

Gu Ying scrutinized Fu Bao's face, and the more she looked, the more she felt that this child was clearly an optimized combination of Fu Yanci and Wen Qingruan.

An extraordinary idea popped into Gu Ying's mind.

She was startled by her own bold conjecture.

But if we eliminate all the impossible options, the remaining one, no matter how outrageous, is the only truth.

Thinking of Wen Qingruan's usual unassuming and low-key demeanor, Gu Ying couldn't help but sigh, "You really can't judge a book by its cover!"

Wen Qingruan soon arrived at the affiliated high school of Beijing Dance Academy.

As soon as I entered the school gate, I saw that the outstanding graduates had taken down their photos and introductions.

Wen Qingruan remembered very clearly that two months ago, when she first arrived in Kyoto, her photo was still hanging here.

That's why she easily found a job as a private ballet instructor.

But now that the photos have been taken down, those parents will naturally have concerns.

Wen Qingruan arrived at the administration building.

The office was filled with teachers I used to know, and also Xu Anran.

"Wenwen? What brings you here!"

When Xu Anran saw Wen Qingruan, she still spoke in that familiar tone, as if there had never been any discord between them and their relationship was still as close as before.

Wen Qingruan looked at Xu Anran's hand that was linked with her arm with a cold gaze.

She pulled her arm away, completely ignoring Xu Anran, and walked into the inner office room.

"Teacher Wu, it's been a long time."

Wu Jing's feelings towards Wen Qingruan, her former most talented student, are complex.

On the one hand, it's because people genuinely admire her talent. Students as talented and hardworking as Wen Qingruan are rare, and it's even more remarkable that she became the principal dancer of the National Ballet of China at such a young age.

On the other hand, Wen Qingruan wasting such a good talent made her feel that it was a waste of her potential.

Wu Jing was engrossed in her work when she heard Wen Qingruan's voice. Without looking up, she simply hummed in response.

As a star graduate of the school back then, Wen Qingruan felt a mix of emotions upon returning here.

But she knew she wasn't here to wallow in melancholy.

She needs an answer regarding the dance studio matter.

Thinking of this, Wen Qingruan spoke again, her attitude much more sincere than before.

"Ms. Wu, I've come to visit you abruptly today because I want to know if there's some misunderstanding between us. Why did the school release the news that my dance studio has been blacklisted by the affiliated high school and they won't accept students from me to learn dance?"

Wen Qingruan understood Teacher Wu's personality; she hated beating around the bush and preferred to speak directly. Therefore, Wen Qingruan got straight to the point and stated the purpose of her visit.

After listening to Wen Qingruan's words, Wu Jing took off her glasses and looked up at the student she once valued most.

"Wen Qingruan."

Wu Jing murmured her name, but her tone no longer held the intimacy she once had when she treated her as a beloved student.

Wen Qingruan swallowed the bitterness in her heart and smiled.

"Teacher Wu."

Wu Jing sighed.

"Wen Qingruan, do you still remember what you said to me when you got into the dance academy?"

Wen Qingruan's smile froze.

Of course she remembers.

Wu Jing had already spoken up for her.

"You said you would dedicate your life to ballet, and no matter how difficult the path is, you will persevere."

Because ballet is a ray of light shining into your life, you said that your life has infinite possibilities because of ballet, and you said that you will never give up ballet.

Later, you graduated from the dance academy, were admitted to the National Ballet of China, and became its youngest principal dancer.

I have been following you and I am proud of you. I am proud to have such an outstanding student as you.

But Wen Qingruan, can you tell me, when you gave up ballet for a man, do you still remember what ballet meant to you?

Do you know how many people envy your talent?

But you gave it all up for a man!

Do you want to know why schools won't accept the students you mentor?

Okay, I'll tell you!

Because the school wants to give opportunities to students who genuinely love ballet, not those who see ballet as a stepping stone to marry into wealth!

After saying these words, Wu Jing's face flushed with excitement.

She was truly heartbroken for Wen Qingruan.

Wen Qingruan's face was already deathly pale.

Of course she remembers what ballet means to her. When she got pregnant, it was just a temporary maternity leave. She never thought about saying goodbye to the stage completely.

But what happened later left her with no other choice.

Wen Qingruan swallowed her grievances and tried to explain.

A cool, clear voice came from outside the door.

"She resigned because of me."