She Lives without Regret in This Life

"Truly worthy of Qiu Bai!"

"Hope Field's artistic attainments could totally make it to Broadway."

"Yes, even if placed internationally, that is a master's standard."

"I think the future overseas performance tours won't just belong to Qianjin Song and Dance Troupe anymore."

People's unhidden praises easily reached Su Yun's ears. As the leader of Qianjin, she naturally felt utterly humiliated. She looked at Sheng Ning on stage, her eyes seemingly spitting fire.

No matter how she looked, she could not see this person as her daughter. Su Yun couldn't dance, and her existence had once again slapped her, sweeping her dignity away, causing her to be ridiculed and abandoned by society, undermining her status in the Meng Family.

Meng Ping stared at Sheng Ning unblinkingly, his heart furiously throbbing with excitement, his chest heaving continuously.

Jiang Shaobo's eyes gleamed.

Su Huai'an was filled with pride.

Hai Shen looked around closely.

Shen Yu's eyes held a venomous darkness like a poisonous snake.

Finally, the performance ended. As the curtain drew, the singing ceased, and the music stopped... The large hall, capable of accommodating two thousand people, fell into an eerie silence, undisturbed for a long time.

"Clap clap clap..." A minute later, enthusiastic applause first broke out from the artists' seats, then spread contagiously wider, sweeping through like ocean waves.

It finally surged like a tidal wave, flooding the entire hall.

Backstage, everyone from the General Union Song and Dance Troupe was immersed in excitement, beyond words. Yang Wenying's eyes slightly moistened for the first time; had it not been for Qiu Bai holding her, she nearly couldn't stand due to the trembling.

After struggling nearly twenty years, she had finally succeeded, finally fulfilled her dreams.

"Sheng Ning, someone is looking for you!" A rough voice broke the enchantment, "Hurry up, stop dilly-dallying."

Sheng Ning responded and turned to leave with the staff from the cultural section. At night, the external corridor was lit by only one glaring lamp, surrounded by darkness.

After she walked out from backstage and breathed in the icy cold air, the turmoil within her finally calmed down a bit.

Seeing no one, just as she was about to turn back, a pair of strong hands suddenly grasped her arm. Despite her efforts to struggle, she couldn't budge an inch; before she could react, she was pulled into the broad embrace of a man. His chest was firm and strong, a memory of longing and tenderness in her midnight dreams.

It was Living Yama, he had returned, standing very much alive in front of her.

Sheng Ning forgot to resist until she was swept onto the man's shoulders and walked out of the Provincial Command Center's door before she came to her senses.

"Living Yama, are you crazy? Put me down!" The performance had ended, but there were still matters to attend to; leaving like this might drive Yang Wenying mad.

"Yes, I am indeed crazy!" Xu Qigang stuffed her into the jeep, sat in the driver's seat, started the vehicle, and with a press of the pedal, the car roared away.

"Did you just arrive?" Since she had already left, she might as well commit to her choice. Besides, she really had missed him, a lot—

Sheng Ning gazed at him covetously, her adoring gaze wandering from Xu Qigang's eyes, neck, lips, Adam's apple, to his chest.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I might not last until we get home," Xu Qigang's husky voice sounded irresistibly enticing.

Sheng Ning stared boldly and freely at him, "Then don't hold back!"

Xu Qigang's handsome and resolute face flushed slightly as he drove even faster.

"Hey? You seem paler? I couldn't even tell when you were blushing before." Sheng Ning, as if discovering new territory, stretched out her hand and gently touched his firmly contoured chin.