Shen Que rarely got up early, but on a sudden whim, he decided to swing by his own media company.
He threw on a bright orange silk shirt, the collar casually unbuttoned, paired it with ripped jeans, and stepped into his limited-edition sneakers—a trendy, eclectic outfit as he strolled through the office area.
Employees greeted him respectfully; he gave them a nonchalant nod, his gaze lazily sweeping over the training rooms one by one.
As he passed by one practice room, a faint stream of soothing music drifted out.
Shen Que didn’t stop, only casting a casual glance toward the glass wall.
That single glance froze him at the doorway—he couldn’t take another step.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, a girl stood with her back to him, focused on stretching.
Her arms reached up gracefully, the training outfit outlining the beautiful butterfly shape of her shoulder blades.
She slowly bent forward, her waist bending like a supple arc, her movements fluid, like a tender willow swaying in the morning breeze.
Her two straight, well-proportioned legs stretched tight, toes pointed delicately to the floor.
There was no deliberate flaunting, no affectation.
That earnest dedication to practice was especially captivating.
Shen Que instinctively held his breath.
As the second young master of the Shen family, mingling in the entertainment world and its glamorous circles, he had seen countless beauties of all shapes and charms.
Yet this silhouette stunned him.
Like the first ray of sunlight piercing through the mist in a mountain valley at dawn—clear and refreshing.
Exactly the type he liked.
When had the company signed such a hidden gem?
Excitement filled Shen Que’s eyes. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, deliberately making some noise.
Su Qianqian’s movements froze. She turned around in confusion—there shouldn’t have been anyone in the practice room at this hour.
When her small face fully came into Shen Que’s view, he found it even harder to breathe.
This girl was even more stunning from the front than from behind.
Her petite face was like delicate porcelain, her eyes lively and innocent.
Pure, fresh, like gardenias sprinkled with morning dew—untainted by the world.
Shen Que’s gaze openly roamed from her forehead, down to her delicate chin, then along her exquisite contours.
“Wow…” Shen Que let out an unabashed exclamation.
His hands slipped into his pockets as he took slow steps toward her.
“Newly signed?” He stopped two paces away, his eyes still locked on her face. “Who’s your manager? You’re hiding well. The company has such a promising talent and didn’t even give me a heads-up?”
Su Qianqian felt a little uneasy under his intense stare and instinctively took a half-step back.
She recognized his face—Shen Que, the backstage patron in the entertainment circle, a friend of Gu Chengyu.
Lowering her gaze to avoid his too-direct eyes, her voice was soft and timid, tinged with polite shyness: “Good morning, President Shen.”
“What’s your name?” Shen Que leaned in slightly.
“Su Qianqian.”
“Su… Qian… Qian…” Shen Que slowly savored the name, the trailing sound laced with an inexplicable playfulness.
“Your name suits you—pure and clean.”
He let out a low chuckle and suddenly reached out a finger, as if to brush away the stray hair at her cheek—a gesture both natural and tentative. "Practicing seriously, huh? Aren't you tired? How about President Shen gives you some special tutoring, just the two of us?"
Su Qianqian's heart skipped a beat.
Almost instinctively, just before his finger could touch her, she recoiled like a startled rabbit.
"President Shen!"
Her words came out faster than usual. "Thank you for your concern, President Shen! I'm not tired! It's just..."
She quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, as if spotting a lifeline. "It's almost ten-thirty, and my vocal lesson is about to start. Can't be late on the first day!"
As she spoke, she anxiously tried to slip past Shen Que’s side.
"First day of class?"
Shen Que raised an eyebrow, watching the girl’s awkward yet adorable eagerness to escape. It only made him more amused.
Instead of stepping aside, he shifted sideways, deliberately blocking her path.
He deliberately dragged out his words, "Vocal lessons, huh? Teacher Wang is pretty good, but..."
"How about switching to a better teacher? President Shen personally giving you some practical lessons?"
He deliberately emphasized the words "practical lessons," his gaze laden with unmistakable innuendo.
Su Qianqian bit her lip in frustration—he was just as persistent as Gu Chengyu.
"No need."
She lowered her head and hurriedly slipped past him.
Watching her retreating figure, Shen Que’s eyes gleamed with unwavering determination.
