Chapter 50 "Let's go and meet them."
The car door was opened by the bodyguard. Ji Huaishen got out first and then extended his hand like a gentleman.
Wen Duo placed her hand on his palm, and felt his slightly tightening strength, and a warm current surged from the bottom of her heart.
They went directly to the backstage through the employee passage, avoiding the crowded front hall.
As soon as Wen Duo walked into the preparation area, Zhou Wanqing came to greet her hurriedly.
"Wenduo, you're finally here!" Zhou Wanqing's face was full of anxiety, but she immediately restrained her expression the moment she saw Ji Huaishen.
After all, Ji Huaishen's expression was too scary.
"Teacher, what's wrong?" Wen Duo noticed that something was wrong with Zhou Wanqing and asked hurriedly.
Zhou Wanqing looked at Ji Huaishen hesitantly, and finally spoke:
"The ballet costumes for rehearsal were cut up."
"What?"
Wen Duo's eyes widened and his face turned pale instantly.
That was her most treasured dance costume, carrying countless memories and honors.
She thought Lin Ya would not go to such an extent.
Wen Duo's body began to tremble uncontrollably, and anger and grievance surged like a tide.
Ji Huaishen immediately noticed her abnormality, and held her waist firmly with one hand and held her cold fingers with the other.
"Have you checked the surveillance?" Ji Huaishen looked at Zhou Wanqing, his voice as cold as ice.
Zhou Wanqing nodded and shook her head: "It was adjusted, but the surveillance footage during the critical period was deleted."
Ji Huaishen narrowed his eyes, and the air pressure around him suddenly dropped.
He let go of Wen Duo and took out his cell phone from his suit pocket:
"Leave this matter to me."
Then he looked at Wen Duo and said, "I'll come to see you later."
Wen Duo's face turned pale and he nodded.
He walked out while talking on the phone.
Wen Duo looked at his tall and straight back and felt inexplicably at ease.
"Can your husband really find out?"
Zhou Wanqing whispered to Wen Duo, "I heard that Ballet Sweetheart has big capital backing..."
Zhou Wanqing was only in the dance circle and didn't pay attention to the Internet or the financial circle. She didn't know Ji Huaishen's name at all. She only heard Wen Duo say that he was a president.
There are big and small CEOs, so Zhou Wanqing automatically thought that Wen Duo married the CEO of a small company.
Wen Duo retracted her gaze and gave the teacher a comforting smile:
"He's very capable and can investigate it."
Zhou Wanqing nodded doubtfully. She didn't want to worry about it anymore. After all, the competition was about to start. So she asked again:
"What about Master Lucien's work? It needs to be preserved. It would be terrible if it gets damaged."
"It has been shipped here," Wen Duo checked the time, "it should be here soon."
As he was speaking, a burly bodyguard came over and bowed respectfully to Wen Duo:
"Ma'am, the clothes have arrived. Do you want them out now?"
Wen Duo shook her head: "Let's put it in the lounge first and send someone to guard it."
"Yes, ma'am." The bodyguard took the order and left.
Wen Duo looked at Zhou Wanqing and said:
"Let's go, go backstage and practice first, then change clothes and put on makeup before the competition."
After all, they were scheduled to be the last to appear, and there was still some time before the game.
Zhou Wanqing looked at the bodyguard and then at Wen Duo.
She suddenly felt that Mr. Ji, whom Wen Duo married, might be a big shot.
After all, he can produce masterpieces and hire bodyguards who look so powerful.
Maybe he could really find out what made Lin Ya do this.
.........
Backstage at the Art Center, in the exclusive dressing room of the Ballet Sweetheart team—
Lin Ya was slowly drawing eyeliner in front of the mirror and humming a light tune.
The woman in the mirror has delicate facial features. Under her thick false eyelashes are a pair of carefully decorated eyes, with the tails of her eyes slightly raised, giving her a sense of deliberate charm.
"Sister Ya, you look so beautiful today."
Assistant Liu Yan flatteringly handed over a glass of iced American coffee:
"When I go on stage later, I'm sure I'll be able to beat that traditional ballet in seconds."
Lin Ya curled her red lips and looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction.
She deliberately chose a more exaggerated makeup today, with shiny champagne gold eyeshadow and dark red lipstick, exuding a bold aura.
"Of course."
She smiled contemptuously, "Even if Wen Duo is a genius, what's the use of a washed-up ballet dancer? How can she be compared with me?"
The door of the dressing room was suddenly pushed open, and Wang Nan rushed in hurriedly with a look of panic on her face.
"Sister Ya, something happened!"
Wang Nan lowered her voice, "That Wen Duo, she brought a particularly luxurious ballet costume. I heard it was made by Master Lucien! It's in her lounge right now."
The eyeliner in Lin Ya's hand fell onto the dressing table with a "pop", and the black liquid spread out on the white table.
Her face turned pale in an instant, and her carefully made-up face distorted for a moment.
"What?" Her voice suddenly rose. "Master Lucien's work? How is that possible?"
Lucien is an internationally renowned ballet costume designer. Each of his pieces is a work of art. Not only are they expensive, but more importantly, they are only loaned to truly talented dancers.
Being able to get his work is a kind of recognition in itself.
Lin Ya's fingers were tightly gripping the edge of the dressing table, her knuckles turning white.
She tried to contact Lucien's studio many times, but never got a chance to meet him.
"It must be fake." Liu Yan said angrily.
"Whether it's true or not, just find someone to scratch it!" Lin Ya said gritting her teeth, with a hint of viciousness in her eyes.
Wang Nan looked embarrassed. "No, there are three bodyguards standing nearby. They all look like special forces soldiers. There's no way we can get close to them."
"Damn it!" Lin Ya stood up suddenly, and the dressing chair was pushed back by her, making a harsh sound.
Her chest rose and fell violently, and her carefully styled curls trembled slightly with her movements.
"Where are they now?" Lin Ya asked coldly.
"In, in the practice room..." Wang Nan was frightened by her expression and answered stutteringly.
Lin Ya took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
She fixed her hair and makeup in the mirror, her signature smirk returning to her lips.
"Let's go," she said, a fierce look flashing in her eyes, "Let's go meet them."
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