Once the atmosphere was lively, the rest of the process became much easier.

After the elderly folks chatted freely, local villagers came to perform folk songs for everyone. A group of men and a group of women stood on the stage and sang love songs in the Qingcheng dialect. The songs were cheerful and loud, and the lyrics were passionate and fiery, making everyone's cheeks blush.

After singing, they danced to the music, the women's skirts and the men's clothes swirling and fluttering with their movements, dazzling the eyes like a riot of flowers.

Nan Xian was watching intently when she suddenly saw a man and a woman come down from the stage, all smiles, and rush toward her.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong, but it was too late to dodge as one of the girls grabbed her wrist.

The girl giggled and pulled her onto the stage, while the other boy grabbed He Mingxiao.

Help! Am I supposed to go on stage and perform?

She did study dance, but that was more than a decade ago!

Nan Xian wished she could transform into a giant tree and take root there, shrinking back as she waved her hands, saying, "You guys jump, I'm not..."

But just then, Village Chief Gu's voice came through the speakers—

"Fellow villagers, how about we ask our host to learn some of our folk songs?"

The elderly folks were very enthusiastic: "Great! One more! One more!"

He Mingxiao had already stepped onto the stage, smiling at her, and mouthed, "It's okay, I'm here."

The atmosphere had been built up to this point, and Nan Xian had no choice but to awkwardly go on stage.

The girl who pulled her onto the stage put a flower wreath on Nan Xian's head, while He Mingxiao wore the same colorful waist ornaments as the other male dancers.

They gestured for the two to follow their actions, and Nan Xian was stunned and hesitant when she saw that they even had to hold hands.

He Mingxiao did not hesitate at all. He stepped forward, took her hand, lifted his arm, put his arm around her waist, and spun her around. His movements were very practiced.

Nan Xian was still in a daze when she was already spun around. When she looked up again, He Mingxiao's face was right in front of her.

With a sly smile, he took her hand and smoothly performed the next set of movements.

The combination of a handsome man and a beautiful woman is pleasing to the eye, and when they dance together, it is even more delightful, immediately drawing cheers.

At this point, what else could Nan Xian not understand?

He definitely practiced beforehand!!!

She had long suspected that the production team was involved in the matchmaking event, probably through some kind of special mission, to give guests who were far behind in their progress a chance to speed things up.

She happened to be out of money for food, so the opportunity fell into her lap.

She never expected that He Mingxiao would be waiting for her here!

She finally understood that his earlier statement, "I'm here for you," was not an empty promise.

With him around, she didn't need to pay attention to anyone else's movements, because He Mingxiao knew them all very well. She just needed to relax and follow his movements.

During a break in the music, they slowed down, and Nan Xian took the opportunity to speak:

"President He, this has been brewing for a long time, hasn't it?" His tone and eyes were full of murderous intent.

He Mingxiao readily admitted, "Yes, I practiced a week in advance, but I only needed half an hour to learn it."

She chuckled and clicked her tongue. Even at a time like this, she still couldn't resist showing off her strong learning ability. She really is a male peacock.

The two spun around together again. Nan Xian caught a glimpse of Wei Zeling, whose face had turned pale with anger, and suddenly thought of something.

She glanced at He Mingxiao and moved her lips.

He Mingxiao: "What's wrong? What do you want to ask?"

She coughed lightly: "If it weren't me on stage today, would you still have jumped?"

He smiled and said, "Having many skills is never a burden."

Nan Xian pouted.

He Mingxiao chuckled softly, leaning closer to her as if sharing his little secret: "Jealous? Don't worry, if it weren't you on stage, this segment wouldn't have happened today."

Nan Xian stomped on his foot hard, it looked heavy, but she didn't actually use much force.

"Who's jealous? You're just being presumptuous!"

He Mingxiao immediately frowned dramatically and cried out "Ouch!" looking at her pitifully, "It hurts..."

She knew perfectly well he was faking it. Her face fell, she gave a cold laugh, and stomped on his foot again, this time with eight-tenths of her strength.

He Mingxiao blinked and smiled helplessly.

This time it really hurt.

What a ruthless woman!

But what can you do when he likes it?