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At the end of the dinner, Dai Yunxin introduced Zhao Xiyin to two or three of the most influential people, one of whom was the man in question. Most of the time, it was Teacher Dai who mediated, while Zhao Xiyin simply stood by politely. But the man seemed quite interested and couldn't help but say a few more words, "Miss Zhao, with your figure and looks, you deserve to be known by more audiences. After filming Director Pang's movie, I'll be looking forward to working with you."

Zhao Xiyin shook her head without even thinking, "I probably can't work together. I'll rest after filming this."

Dai Yunxin frowned and glared at her, thinking, "Does she even know how to speak properly?"

The driver brought the car over, and after getting in, the man gave Zhao Xiyin a meaningful smile.

As they drove onto the main road, the secretary asked with a smile, "Mr. Zhuang, have you taken a fancy to that girl?"

Zhuang Qiu didn't respond, but his smile never faded.

The secretary, observing the situation, immediately took out her phone. "Let me check who I'm dealing with, give them a price, and then arrange to have dinner with you alone."

"Stop, stop," Zhuang Qiu said lazily. "There's no need to be in such a hurry."

Now that you mention it, there must be other opinions. The secretary clicked her tongue, "She does have a refreshing air about her. This dancer is different; you can spot her in a crowd. But to be able to act in a big director's film at such a young age, she probably has some connections. Is that Teacher Dai someone in the industry?"

“The famous dancers and artists no longer perform on stage; they have good relationships with the cultural circles.” Zhuang Qiu drawled out the last syllable, seemingly unconcerned.

The secretary chuckled softly, "Mr. Zhuang has a truly extensive network; he knows people in all walks of life. But that girl..."

"Go and ask around," Zhuang Qiu agreed, then tapped his fingers to the rhythm of the music on the radio, savoring the moment with lingering enjoyment.

Chapter 68 I Want the Moon to Come to Me (2)

On the way back.

Dai Yunxin closed her eyes to rest. Although she hadn't drunk much alcohol, she inevitably picked up some of the smell from the dinner party. The air conditioner was on, and the built-in essential oil diffusers sent out a gentle breeze. The scent of orchids was rather feminine, rich and fragrant. Zhao Xiyin felt her nose itching and rubbed it several times.

"Unhappy?" Dai Yunxin asked with her eyes closed.

"without."

"Ha, you can't hide it from me, it's written all over your face."

Dai Yunxin opened her eyes, sat up straighter, and turned to look at her. "Your master is doing this for your own good. You have a childlike heart, and returning to simplicity is the most precious thing. But Xiao west, you must understand that once you step into this circle, many things are simply beyond your control."

Zhao Xiyin asked, bewildered, "If all you want to do is dance, then just focus on dancing. As for other things, just ignore them and don't care about them, isn't that enough?"

She spoke with doubt. It wasn't that she was deliberately picking a fight; her gaze was straightforward, and she genuinely disagreed with Dai Yunxin's statement, "It's not up to you."

Dai Yunxin frowned and stared at her for a long time. "Am I too much of a failure, or are you too stubborn? You've been back in Beijing for more than half a year now, how come you're still so clueless?"

Zhao Xiyin was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously touched her head. "Am I stupid?"

“Not stupid.” Dai Yunxin said helplessly and speechlessly, “Just stubborn.”

Zhao Xiyin pursed her lips.

"Why did I bring you to this dinner? First, you're in your twenties, yet you still live carefree lives, oblivious to the hardships of life. I wanted to expose you to more people. Second, it's my own selfish reason: I hope that after you finish filming 'Nine Thoughts,' you'll continue to develop your career in this industry. After all, not everyone has this starting point and springboard. Wouldn't you regret it if you wasted it?"

Dai Yunxin said earnestly, "Xiao west, the stage accident six years ago almost ruined your entire dance career. I am truly gratified that you are willing to come back and that you are able to come back. No matter what you choose in the future, you will always be my best apprentice, Dai Yunxin."

When talking about the past, she was always particularly moved, and this empathy softened Zhao Xiyin's heart. From childhood to now, her connection with her master has lasted for twenty years. Apart from her father, Dai Yunxin is someone even closer than family.

Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.

They brought her great success, and even when she was in a deep slump, they did not abandon her.

Zhao Xiyin suddenly felt relieved. It was just a meal; her master was ultimately doing it for her own good.

When they arrived at the residential area, Dai Yun thought to herself, "I won't go up. Didn't you say that Teacher Zhao has a cold? There's a box of ginseng slices in the trunk; consider it a small token of my appreciation."

Zhao Xiyin hurried home carrying the brocade box, while Zhao Wenchun was still sitting in the living room waiting for her.

"Has your fever gone down? Why aren't you lying in bed?" Zhao Xiyin asked, without even putting down her bag, as she reached out to check his forehead temperature.

Zhao Wenchun said with dissatisfaction, "Why are you home so late?"

“I had some business with Teacher Dai. Here, that's for you.” Zhao Xiyin frowned. “Why do you still have a slight fever? Are you feeling alright?”

"It's just a cold, nothing serious." Zhao Wenchun propped himself up, his joints trembling, but he didn't forget anything, scrutinizing her seriously, "Were you really with Teacher Dai?"

Zhao Xiyin couldn't help but chuckle, "Otherwise, with Zhou Qishen?"

"Then I'll beat you up," Teacher Zhao said unhappily.

Zhao Xiyin's smile gradually turned to helplessness. She sat quietly on the sofa, clasped her hands together and gently rubbed them, then asked softly, "You really don't like Zhou Qishen anymore?"

Zhao Wenchun said, "It's not that I don't like it, it's that I can't accept it."

What would he have to do for you to accept him?

“Unless my grandson is still alright!” Zhao Wenchun said excitedly.

Zhao Xiyin remained silent for a long time before grasping her father's trembling hand. "Dad, seeing you like this makes me feel even worse."

Zhao Wenchun was stunned. His heart was pounding. He frowned uncomfortably, his features contorted, trying to suppress the pang of heartache.

After a longer silence than before, he relented, "I need to see how he behaves. At least for now, I can't convince myself to smile at someone who hurt my daughter."

After speaking, Zhao Wenchun gently touched his chest to catch his breath, then pointed to the coffee table, "It's time to take your medicine."

Zhao Xiyin picked up the medicine box.

"Take one anti-inflammatory pill, two packets of powder, and this capsule."

"Did I buy these for you last night?" Zhao Xiyin flipped them over to look at them, and said suspiciously, "Then based on the frequency and dosage, you should have already taken yours tonight."

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