More Than Just Him Worrying About Her

Yao Leyi acted as if she hadn't seen anything, her expression unchanged.

"I came back early today. Shall I accompany you for a walk in the garden?"

Fu Hanchuan nodded.

He still needed a wheelchair but was able to stand with the help of tools. Taking a few steps was manageable, and he was happy to do it.

"Let's go."

Yao Leyi stood up and pushed his wheelchair outside.

Later that evening, Fu Hanchuan was in the garden practicing standing with a walker when a servant approached Yao Leyi.

The servant whispered from behind her, "Miss Yao, all the trash has been cleared."

"Good."

Yao Leyi nodded, "Anything suspicious?"

"Take a look at this."

Turning her back to Fu Hanchuan, the servant handed her a charred fragment, about the size of two knuckles.

Yao Leyi frowned as she examined it.

It was a corner of a photo, showing part of a head. Judging by the hairstyle, it seemed to be a girl.

This was what Fu Hanchuan had been burning in a panic earlier... a photo of a girl?

Why?

Who was this girl?

"Alright, that's all."

"Yes, Miss Yao."

Yao Leyi dismissed the servant and carefully put away the fragment.

...

The date for the performance was set.

This Friday, at 8 PM.

Scheduled during such a prime time slot showed how much Gu Shaohua valued and anticipated this performance.

Sheng Xiangsi was both nervous and excited.

This was her first professional stage performance, highly significant. Failure was not an option.

Tickets were sold online, and Sheng Xiangsi forced herself to sleep the night before the tickets went on sale.

Gu Shaohua had reassured her beforehand.

"Don't worry about selling tickets. Lightning Dance Troupe's performances are always in high demand. You just need to focus on dancing."

"If the premiere fails, then it will really affect the troupe."

Sure enough, the next morning, Sheng Xiangsi woke up and checked the ticketing website. All tickets were sold out!

"Wow."

Sheng Xiangsi covered her mouth in excitement. She was truly on an excellent stage. If she couldn't make a name for herself here, it would be her own fault.

Just then, her phone buzzed.

It was a message from Zhong Pei.

[Congratulations, the tickets are sold out!]

Followed by a blushing smiley face emoji.

Sheng Xiangsi chuckled. He was paying attention to this too.

[Thank you.]

[Wishing you success in your performance. Good luck, Xiangsi!]

Zhong Pei put down his phone and, after a moment of thought, opened a group chat.

He typed a message.

[This Friday, Lightning Dance Troupe performance. VIP box tickets. Who's available?]

He hit send and waited for replies.

Indeed, Zhong Pei had bought tickets.

He was pursuing Xiangsi, and there was no way he would miss her first performance.

His initial plan was to buy up any unsold tickets if they didn't sell well.

He could afford it and was willing to spend the money.

But he was mistaken.

He had stayed up to watch the ticketing site, and as soon as it hit midnight, he clicked the link. But many others were quick too.

In the end, he only managed to get a few VIP box tickets. Any slower, and he wouldn't have gotten those.

His phone rang as the group chat became lively.

Zhou Junting: Xiangsi's performance?

Zhong Pei: Yes, please support her.

Qin Yanzhi: Sure, I'm free.

Zhong Pei: Thank you, bro.

Zhou Junting: I'll go too. What about you, Fu Er Ye? Why are you quiet?

Fu Hanjiang, who was holding his phone and drinking coffee, smirked disdainfully.

He typed a message.

[Alright, I have nothing better to do anyway.]

Zhong Pei: It's settled then! Thank you, brothers!

Putting down his phone, Fu Hanjiang remained calm and composed.

Next to him, Rong Zheng stammered, "Second Master, most of the employees I contacted didn't get tickets. Only a few managed to..."

It turned out Zhong Pei wasn't the only one worried about ticket sales.

So Fu Hanjiang had Rong Zheng arrange for Fu Corporation employees to buy tickets, with expenses reimbursed by him.

But since these employees weren't theater enthusiasts and had no experience, most of them failed to get tickets.

However, this 'failure' was a result Fu Hanjiang was pleased with.

In a good mood, he glanced at Rong Zheng, "It's alright, thank them for their efforts. Anyone who participated gets overtime pay."

"Yes, Second Master."

Rong Zheng thought to himself, Second Master seems happy they didn't get tickets?

Did he want the tickets or not?

Soon, it was Friday.

At the Lightning Dance Troupe venue.

Coincidentally, when Fu Hanjiang arrived, he first went to the restroom. On his way back, he ran into Zhong Pei.

Unlike Fu Hanjiang, who came empty-handed, Zhong Pei was holding a large bouquet of roses, standing in the corridor leading from backstage to the hall.

It was obvious whom he was waiting for.

"Zhong Pei!"

Sure enough, Sheng Xiangsi appeared in her performance attire, slender and graceful.

"Xiangsi."

Zhong Pei smiled shyly, "Am I interrupting?"

"No, not at all."

Sheng Xiangsi shook her head with a smile, "I'm nervous right now. It's good you're here to chat with me and help me relax."

"Nervous?"

Zhong Pei immediately got nervous too and encouraged her, "Relax, you'll be fine."

He had seen her dance before.

On stage, Xiangsi shone brilliantly.

"I know."

Sheng Xiangsi nodded with a smile, pointing to the bouquet in his arms, "Is that for me?"

"Yes."

Zhong Pei immediately handed over the flowers, "Wishing you success in your performance."

Such a large bouquet must have cost a lot.

"Can you hold it for me for now?"

Sheng Xiangsi pointed backstage and whispered, "It's crowded back there. I'm afraid it might get lost. Such a waste, right?"

Zhong Pei was stunned. Was he being valued?

"How about this."

Sheng Xiangsi smiled, reaching for the bouquet. "Since it's mine, can I take one flower?"

"?" Zhong Pei was momentarily confused but nodded, "Of course."

"Then I won't be polite."

She picked a rose from the bouquet with both hands, "I need a flower for my performance."

She pointed to the bun at the back of her head, "I'll wear this one!"

Saying this, she reached behind her head and fixed the rose to her bun. She smiled at Zhong Pei, "Does it look okay?"

"Yes."

Zhong Pei nodded, then shook his head, "It's a bit crooked, and maybe a bit loose? Let me fix it for you."

"Oh, alright."

Sheng Xiangsi turned her back and slightly lowered her head.

Under the corridor lights, Zhong Pei adjusted the rose, securing it more firmly.

"It's done."

Sheng Xiangsi touched it and smiled brightly, "Thank you."

"Xiangsi! Are you done talking with your friend?"

A colleague called her from inside.

"Coming!"

Sheng Xiangsi replied loudly, waved at Zhong Pei, "I have to go! See you later!"

"See you later!"

Zhong Pei stood there with a smile that wouldn't leave his face.

Not far away, Fu Hanjiang, who had been watching, frowned, looked away, and quickly left...

In the VIP box, the curtains opened.

The performance began.