75: Spend one million to treat Wen Ying's leg

"Go to your room."

Wen Qian lowered her head, her face flushed, and her delicate body was as soft as mud.

Although the living room was more spacious...

Her sister might wake up.

If her sister saw them... then she, as the older sister, would lose all her face.

So, even though Wen Qian knew the current situation was very ambiguous, she still suggested going to Zhang Bo's room.

As for his request to wear pajamas... then she would wear them!

Wen Qian also knew that the pajamas she was wearing, in this environment, were essentially the same as wearing nothing.

But... 'If he wants to look, then let him look.'

'Anyway...'

'I owe him for everything!'

With this thought, Wen Qian entered the room with Zhang Bo.

During this time, Zhang Bo's hand had been holding her wrist.

Zhang Bo didn't let go, and she didn't ask him to.

Just like that, the two arrived in the room.

Zhang Bo still didn't let go.

Wen Qian couldn't help but say, "How can I dance for you if you keep holding me like this?"

"Haha, I forgot to let go, my apologies." Zhang Bo smiled and released her hand.

"I study classical dance; I should be wearing a special performance outfit.

Now I'm just in pajamas, I don't even know how to dance!"

Wen Qian's face was flushed as she looked at him reproachfully.

In the past, she was always soft-spoken, gentle, and just getting by.

Although men generally liked such gentle women...

It lacked a certain charm.

But now, with her face flushed and her expression reproachful...

She looked even more feminine.

Zhang Bo's heart fluttered as he watched her.

"Perhaps it's more interesting this way."

"I'll put on some music, just wait a moment!"

Wen Qian took out her phone, skillfully opened a music app, and played the background music she used for her daily dance practice.

Because Wen Ying was still sleeping next door, she didn't dare to play the music too loudly.

It was just loud enough for the two of them to hear.

As the soft classical music began to play, Wen Qian raised her long, fair arms and started to dance gracefully.

Classical dance emerged in the 20th century, a national dance system created by several Chinese artists based on opera dance and martial arts, fused with elements of ballet.

Wen Qian wasn't actually a professional dancer.

Her university major was actually a minor language.

In her second year of university, Wen Qian realized that her minor language major likely had no future.

So she taught herself to dance, then found a small dance training class and worked part-time as a substitute teacher.

Later, while substituting, she continued to study and improve her skills, eventually joining Jin Xing Dance School after graduation, where she has worked ever since.

Zhang Bo had known since university that Wen Qian was learning to dance, but it was only now that he saw her dance in person.

Classical dance emphasizes "body charm," integrating elements such as "spirit," "form," "strength," and "rhythm," and showcasing the body's expressiveness through flexibility training.

Zhang Bo didn't understand these professional theories.

From his current perspective, his evaluation of Wen Qian's dance consisted of only two words:

F*cking beautiful!

Wen Qian was tall, well-proportioned, with long limbs, and each dance movement perfectly showcased the charm of her body lines.

Well... Zhang Bo was a rough man.

He didn't appreciate the beauty of the dance itself at all.

All he saw was the beauty of Wen Qian's body.

However, perhaps this was also a way of appreciating beauty.

After all, the human body itself is a work of art.

And a beauty like Wen Qian was an exquisite luxury among artworks, naturally embodying the true essence of beauty.

If viewed this way, Zhang Bo could also be considered an expert in appreciating beauty.

Especially when Wen Qian was dancing gracefully, under the bright overhead lights, her old cotton pajamas acted as a charm amplifier.

They weren't completely transparent, like adding a mosaic to a video.

The elusive feeling had a hazy beauty.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Wen Qian was slightly out of breath, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her smooth forehead.

She practiced dancing all year round, so she wouldn't get tired from just one dance.

Mainly... Zhang Bo kept watching, and he watched without blinking.

His gaze was almost tangible.

It brought immense psychological pressure to Wen Qian.

She was afraid she wouldn't perform well.

At the same time, she felt very shy because of Zhang Bo's gaze.

In short, under multiple mental strains, Wen Qian finally finished one dance, feeling as if she had just undergone intense exercise.

"Sit on the bed and rest for a bit."

Zhang Bo looked at the slightly panting Wen Qian, took her hand again, and pulled her onto the bed, sitting her beside him.

This time, after taking her hand, he didn't let go again.

Wen Qian also didn't try to break free; she just sat down and turned her face to the other side, hoping not to let Zhang Bo see her flushed face.

However, this was like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, playing dead.

Her face was so red that her two fair, delicate ears were now completely tinged with red.

Zhang Bo could imagine what her crimson little face looked like just by looking at her profile and ears.

"Wen Qian, if it were before, even if I divorced Chen Xiaoling, I would never dare to pursue you."

Zhang Bo's heart was itching with her blushing appearance, so he moved closer to her and put his arm around her fragrant shoulder.

Wen Qian's delicate body trembled slightly, then her whole body tensed up.

Zhang Bo continued, "Your situation would scare away many men. Of course, if you didn't care about Wen Ying, you would definitely live very well, but you definitely can't do that, and that's what's precious about you."

Wen Qian was deeply touched by his words, and her body slowly relaxed, unconsciously leaning into his embrace.

Warm fragrance and soft jade entered his arms.

Zhang Bo felt the warmth in his embrace and continued, "But now it's different. Besides being a manager, I also started my own business, and my income is decent."

Hearing this, Wen Qian's hands involuntarily clutched at the hem of her clothes, very tightly, so much so that her already fair skin now appeared even paler.

"Be my girlfriend. You won't have to work so hard anymore." Zhang Bo launched his full offensive.

"I..." Wen Qian was almost about to agree.

But then, she remembered the incident when Zheng Qinghan got into Zhang Bo's car when she was doing a trial lesson upstairs.

So, she pursed her lips and swallowed the rest of her words.

Zhang Bo was an experienced man now; he could roughly guess what was on Wen Qian's mind just by looking at her expression.

However, this was not a problem for him.

"I chatted with Yingying last time, and she said her leg could still be saved, it's just a bit expensive, over a million."

"But... that money is no longer a problem for me now!"

Wen Qian suddenly turned her head, looking at Zhang Bo with a face full of hope, her voice trembling: "You... are you willing to spend that much money for me?"

Zhang Bo didn't speak, but nodded seriously!

Wen Qian fell silent for a moment.

She knew this was a bit like a transaction.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn't believe it, nor would she cross her bottom line.

But the person saying this now was Zhang Bo...