Private Dance Studio, Afternoon.
The spacious practice room was empty except for Su Qianqian and a young woman.
The woman was Xu Wanwan, an associate professor in the dance department of S University and a renowned young dancer in the field of classical dance in China.
She wore a fitted black practice outfit, her long hair meticulously pinned up at the back, revealing her slender and elegant neck, exuding a cool and professional aura.
At that moment, she stood behind Su Qianqian, her hands resting lightly on the girl’s delicate waist.
“Breathe deep… yes, let it guide the extension of your arms…” Xu Wanwan’s voice was crisp and pleasant, each instruction precise.
Su Qianqian wore a close-fitting pink practice outfit, her lush hair tied high, exposing her smooth, full forehead.
In front of others, she no longer needed the shield of her glasses.
Su Qianqian adjusted her posture according to Xu Wanwan’s guidance.
Her movements, in Xu Wanwan’s eyes, still carried obvious awkwardness.
Even her static poses weren’t up to standard, let alone her transitions—some steps were visibly stiff.
This girl had no dance foundation whatsoever.
But Xu Wanwan had to admit, there was an innate charm about her.
Especially now, as she guided her through a forward stretch and a smooth rise.
Su Qianqian obediently bent forward, her waist sinking into an astonishingly supple curve, the full, rounded line of her hips rising prominently, straining against the tight practice outfit in a way that was almost blinding.
The proportion of her waist to hips was nothing short of divine favor—a seamless transition between slender and voluptuous, radiating an almost hypnotic allure.
Xu Wanwan’s gaze was magnetically drawn to the sliver of pale waist exposed by the riding-up top and the tantalizing curve below.
Her own figure was considered top-tier in the dance world, honed by years of rigorous training into tight, defined lines.
But maintaining her peach-like curves required two unwavering hours of yoga and strength training daily, enduring muscle soreness without fail.
Yet this girl… Xu Wanwan’s fingers unconsciously tightened, sinking into the soft flesh at Su Qianqian’s waist.
The girl let out a pained whimper.
Xu Wanwan snapped back to reality, immediately releasing her grip, her face quickly reverting to professionalism and warmth. “Sorry, I used too much force.”
“Hold this angle—feel the stretch and strength in your lower back. Only then can you rise smoothly.”
Her voice betrayed no hint of disturbance.
Yet beneath the surface, bitterness and envy spread like vines, growing wildly.
Why? She had no foundation, yet thanks to some wealthy patron’s money, she could hire a young dance prodigy like Xu Wanwan for one-on-one training.
Why did she get to have such a heaven-sent body without lifting a finger?
That waist, those hips… that silhouette… it was practically designed to bewitch men.
Xu Wanwan could almost picture how this very body was lavished with affection by the lofty heir of the Gu family, Gu Chengyu, behind closed doors.
What luck.
They were both young, yet Xu Wanwan had to claw her way up, maintaining her figure through sheer effort and enduring the groping hands of stage investors.
Meanwhile, Su Qianqian was born blessed, effortlessly climbing into the arms of the most powerful man, who paved her way.
It wasn’t fair!
“Here, lift up, engage your core.” Xu Wanwan stepped closer, her voice still steady and professional, as if merely fulfilling her duty.
But as Su Qianqian struggled to comply, Xu Wanwan’s hand landed with a testing, not-quite-gentle smack on the girl’s pert backside.
On the surface, it was a teacher checking a student’s core stability. But who knew the truth?
Smack!
The sharp sound echoed clearly in the empty studio.
Xu Wanwan’s heart thrummed with malicious anticipation:
A pampered canary like her probably had a body all show and no substance—pretty to look at but collapsing under the slightest pressure.
Yet the sensation under her fingertips froze her spiteful thoughts.
Not the expected softness without resilience.
Beneath that full curve was taut, springy suppleness, brimming with vitality—nothing like the fragile facade she’d imagined.
How… how was this possible?
Su Qianqian flinched at the smack, instinctively shrinking before turning to look at Xu Wanwan in flustered confusion, her cheeks pink. “Professor Xu?”
Xu Wanwan swiftly withdrew her hand, her fingertips still tingling with the memory of that shocking softness.
Suppressing the deeper envy gnawing at her, she forced a smile. “Your core is still unstable—one tap and you waver?”
“Again! Hold it steady!”
Her voice was sharper now, laced with imperceptible irritation.
For the sake of her top-tier reputation and to avoid offending Gu Chengyu, she had to train this girl to see results.
But facing this heaven-kissed, effortlessly alluring girl—
The fire of jealousy in Xu Wanwan’s heart burned fiercer after that slap.
