Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Dance That Allures the City!
Office of the CEO at Lu Corporation.
Yang Li stood trembling in front of the desk, holding a document in his hands.
He glanced at the man behind the desk and really wanted to scream at the heavens, Master, what madness has possessed you this time!
Watching the madam’s live stream had actually filled him with so much murderous aura that the entire office had become a Shura Field.
What had the madam done to offend you?
Lu Hualiang’s expression grew darker and darker, staring intently at the woman on the screen who was all smiles and charm, with eyes like glimmering jewels.
He knew she was beautiful, but he didn’t realize, until she changed into a different outfit, that she could be so stunningly breathtaking!
The thought that so many people were watching her right at that moment drove him to the point where he wanted to gouge out everyone’s eyes!
Lu Hualiang’s gaze grew more and more sinister, even feeling an urge to leap out of the screen, snatch her up, and drag her home.
He felt a suffocating discomfort in his heart, an inexplicable unease throughout his body.
Like a short-tempered and easily irritable lion.
Especially when Xia Weibao slightly curled her lips and smiled gracefully, it was as if his heart was struck by an electric shock.
His hand trembled and he knocked over the coffee cup beside him.
Yang Li silently turned his head; master, you’re beyond saving.
On the stage, Xia Weibao began to speak, her rosy lips parting gently, “Hello everyone, I’m Xia Weibao. What I’m going to perform for you now is a dance I really love, ‘Gentle as Water’.
Please adjust the lighting, thank you.”
After that, the lighting technician finally realized what was happening and immediately adjusted the lights to a nostalgically retro tone.
And the stage background changed as well.
It switched from the previously dazzling and gloriously eye-catching scenery to a sky filled with dancing pear blossoms.
The Ten-mile Long Corridor, with pear branches frosted over.
Xia Weibao crouched in the center of the stage.
As the music began, her hands started to sway softly.
Like water plants gently waving with the flowing waves, bonelessly soft.
First front, then back, crossing and swaying gently, even her fingers waving with curvature.
It was as if those were not hands, but rootless water plants.
Gentle as water, tender as water!
An expert’s move immediately shows whether or not they have the skills!
Yin Mulan abruptly sat upright, watching the gracefully dancing Xia Weibao on the stage with disbelief.
This was not her “Gentle as Water”!
This version, she had never seen before.
Yet, it was countless times more brilliant than the one she had perfected!
Could it be, this was the original “Gentle as Water”, Empress Bao’s “Gentle as Water”?
In that moment, all the noise drifted away, leaving only the enchanting sway of the dancer on the stage.
Even those who didn’t understand dance could tell she was performing beautifully.
Graceful as a butterfly, creating wind with every move, elegant and graceful, exuding charm with every glance.
Every movement as smooth as cloud and flowing water, full of abandon and intensity.
The dance followed her heart, and her heart soared with the dance.
Her figure light and ethereal, floating as if a fairy.
Graceful as a drifting dragon, light as a startled swan.
Especially when she spun, it seemed as though she might take flight at any moment.
With pale hands lifting light green gauze, lotus steps beneath her, a visage as fresh as snow, her dance as charming as delicate pear blossoms.
The long sleeves in her hands, following her rotations, floated up around her, lifting staged white petals spilled in advance, as if there was a stream of water flowing around her.
Petal-laden waters carried an implied desire, yet the heartless water held no affection for the falling blossoms.
In the audience, everyone stood up involuntarily, eager to see how she made the petals float.
The petals did not just rise, but they also flew into the air, then fluttered down gently.
And she seemed like the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers, surrounded by falling pear blossoms, slowly bending her waist.
In that moment, Xia Weibao felt as though she had returned to the Deep Palace Courtyard of a thousand years ago, dancing before Emperor Xia Liang.
So much so, that a tear quietly fell.
This added a touch of sorrow to the ending of the dance.
When the dance was over, everyone was silent.
They were immersed in the sad emotions of her recent performance, unable to extricate themselves.