Sheng Ning sighed. She was too headstrong. She could have walked back herself, but she couldn’t let Chen Huaying walk back as well. It was so cold out, and the entire incident yesterday had been resolved thanks to her assistance. And when Liu Yilan had gotten into trouble, it was she who had stayed by her side.
How could she let her walk back just to accommodate her?
"Fine," she sighed, but her expression unavoidably turned colder. It wasn’t directed at Chen Huaying, but at Su Huai’an.
"Please get in the car!" Su Huai’an, nearly bursting with joy, opened the car doors for both of them, and even performed a perfect gentlemanly gesture.
"Thank you, Professor Su!" Sheng Ning awkwardly expressed her gratitude.
Chen Huaying felt a bit guilty inside. She could sense the very obvious rejection and unwillingness radiating from Sheng Ning’s entire being.
Yet, it was truly cold outside!
Sigh! One could only say that Su Huai’an was sly, vile, and exceedingly cunning.
It wasn’t until the next afternoon that Hai Lan was released.
Yang Wenying stood outside the Detention Room with her hands clasped behind her, emotionless as she watched Hai Lan walk out from inside.
This person—she liked him less and less with every passing moment.
Always stirring up trouble for no reason, immensely self-conscious, yet paradoxically fancying himself as above the rest.
"Captain!" Hai Lan lowered his head, a look of contrition on his face.
"A major demerit! No performances for two months!" Yang Wenying wasted no words, delivered the punishment notice directly, and then turned to leave.
"Captain!" Hai Lan became frantic upon hearing this. He rushed in front of Yang Wenying, stretching out his arms to block her way. "Captain, I haven’t done anything wrong. You detained me, and I said nothing; you give me a demerit, and I still kept quiet. But on what grounds are you prohibiting me from performing for two months?"
There was less than a month left before the premiere of Hope Field. Was she just going to watch as Sheng Ning took over the lead dancer position?
Why? What qualifications did she have? What abilities did she have to compete with him?
Hmph! Not even fit to lace his shoes, that lowly girl.
"Oh! So now I’m supposed to thank you for not holding a grudge?" Yang Wenying scoffed coldly.
"Hai Lan wouldn’t dare! Since I am here at the General Union, of course, I will follow the Captain’s management." After all, having grown up in a noble family, he was well aware of the need to unconditionally obey orders.
But awareness wasn’t enough, for when personal interests clashed with orders, personal interests naturally took precedence.
"If you’ve got nothing to give me, then shut your mouth!" Yang Wenying suddenly turned harsh, looking at Hai Lan without a shred of mercy as she scolded, "Don’t think that just because I don’t speak of the things you’ve done that I don’t know about them. If it weren’t for the faces of your father and your grandfather, do you really think that would be the end of it? Why do you think you’re out here while Qin Cuifen is still locked up?"
Hai Lan bowed his head and remained silent; he was no match for Yang Wenying.
"Let me tell you, even if you have the Hai Family’s backing, don’t even think about causing trouble in my General Union Song and Dance Troupe. If you can’t stay here, I’ll go talk to your grandfather and have him make other arrangements for you."
"No, Captain, I’m sorry, I was wrong, please don’t tell my grandfather," he pleaded. His father would unconditionally forgive him, but not his grandfather.
His grandfather would surely be even more furious.
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been so headstrong and caused you trouble! I admit my mistake, I’ll write a self-criticism!" Hai Lan desperately told herself that this momentary compromise was just to pave the way for a longer road ahead. She would not keep losing; one day she would make all her enemies cry, weep bitterly.
"Hmph! You should write a self-criticism," Yang Wenying snorted angrily, turning her head and coldly snorting again as she faced Hai Shen, who was approaching.