The Wild Wind Is Not Unrestrained

Lin Lu’s performance this time was nothing short of perfect. From passionate energy to graceful gentleness, every nuance was expressed to its fullest. As a rising star in the world of dance, after several tours, she had gained a modest reputation in Northern City.

Lately, she had attracted the attention of quite a few wealthy heirs, but she hadn’t paid any of them the slightest heed. Thus, the words “aloof and proud” became her moniker within the circle.

In the audience, Xu Yancheng couldn’t help but sneer when he heard the young scions beside him discussing her. So-called aloofness was nothing more than an act. He toyed with the room card in his hand—the very one that the “aloof” dancer on stage had personally given him.

He was no saint; when prey delivered itself to his door, why would he refuse? So, that day, he went as promised.

Lin Lu wrapped her arms around his neck and said, “Young Master Xu, you’re quite punctual.”

A sudden surge of irritation overtook Xu Yancheng, and he flung her onto the sofa without a hint of gentleness. Lin Lu couldn’t hold back her tears.

Her crying annoyed Xu Yancheng, yet he showed no intention of restraining himself. “Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? And now you’re crying?”

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When Lin Lu looked up again, he was already dressed.

“You’re nothing special—rather dull, in fact.” Xu Yancheng tossed this remark over his shoulder as he opened the door to leave.

After the performance, Lin Lu went backstage to change. Her roommate Yuan Ruoxia flashed her a smile. “Lin Lu, you were amaz