Love You for the Rest of My Life

Chapter 1218: This Outfit Doesn’t Look Good!

He wasn’t afraid of being formally fired; on the contrary, that would have given him something to talk about. What he truly feared was this ambiguous situation where he wasn’t invited to participate in anything.

Hong Wu angrily looked toward the man seated in the distant resting area.

The man lounged elegantly on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other, his posture graceful. His peach blossom-like eyes showed no emotion, just an indifferent gaze directed at Hong Wu.

A faint smile played on his lips, but that smile was enough to send shivers down one’s spine. Saying he had the demeanor of a king wasn’t an exaggeration.

Yet, he was so laid-back.

Hong Wu was extremely infuriated, but he couldn’t find any reason to vent, so he angrily turned and left.

Di Jinxuan began her training, now not daring to be distracted at all, knowing that Nangong Jin was still sitting there, but she didn’t dare to glance at him again.

Nangong Jin had handled the situation beautifully, low-key yet luxurious, without overtly squaring off but still thoroughly slapping Hong Wu’s face.

It was a high-profile show of affection to Di Jinxuan, though with few words, not overly cheesy, natural, giving off the feeling that they were an old married couple with a sweet relationship.

That final kiss shattered all the prior rumors about Di Jinxuan, about her clinging to powerful thighs.

And it also restored her eligibility to dance.

Qin Yun, Zhou Yihan, and Wang Xiaomei were very excited, but because they had to continue training, no matter how thrilled they were, they had to hold it in.

Because they lingered a bit longer during the break, after they finished a round of training, their teacher asked them to change clothes since they were about to go on stage.

At this moment, Di Jinxuan didn’t have time to think about Nangong Jin; she followed everyone to change.

But when she came out in her new outfit, she saw Nangong Jin standing just outside the door, leaning lazily against the wall.

As she came out, he walked up to her, standing a half head taller with his elongated figure. He looked at her tenderly, reached out to touch her face, his thumb gently stroking, and asked, "Can you handle it? If not, we won’t dance."

Ah, Di Jinxuan felt a bit embarrassed; it seemed a bit late to be asking that now.

With teammates passing by and watching them whispering, Di Jinxuan’s face turned slightly red, "I’m fine, I can."

"Okay," Nangong Jin nodded. "Then go, I’ll wait for you."

"Then go, I’ll wait for you," Di Jinxuan felt warmed by his words, nodding, "Okay, wait for me."

With that, she turned and ran off shyly.

Nangong Jin raised his eyebrows and smiled as he watched her hurriedly leave, his face suddenly darkening.

This outfit!

Damn, it’s too revealing!

His mood soured instantly.

Ah, his wife’s entire waist was exposed! And what were those shorts?

How could they be so short!

What kind of dance, damn, this outfit is too vulgar.

Nangong Jin, very displeased, turned back to the lounge and entered the resting area.

A group of professors were there, the teacher, along with other school’s teams, still training since the competition spanned several rounds, and Di Jinxuan’s school was the first to perform.

As Nangong Jin arrived, all the professors immediately stood up, smiling like blossoms in spring, "Jin Palace."

"Jin Palace."

"Jin Palace, come sit here."

"Don’t be so formal," Nangong Jin smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He hadn’t been in such gatherings for a long time; it had been a while since he sat with dancers.

It had been so long that he felt unaccustomed to it.