Officer Ji is truly generous.

Yu Tian was stunned. "Twenty percent commission? Officer Ji, you're being so generous this time!"

That was practically gifting him tens of millions!

He asked Ji Shen why.

Ji Shen replied coldly, "The reason has nothing to do with you. Just do as you're told."

Yu Tian was a clever man; with such guaranteed profits, he agreed at once.

He recalled how Ji Shen had previously instructed him to take photos of Qin You entangled with another woman and send them to the Xia family. This time, it was another act of revenge against the Xia family. Surely, it had something to do with that new flame!

"What's wrong, darling? Who's calling so late?"

Zhou Zhou, lying beneath him, gazed up with silky, seductive eyes.

Yu Tian hung up the call. "Officer Ji can't sleep in the middle of the night, busy defending his little woman."

"Is it Miss Wen? I think their relationship is quite good!" Zhou Zhou said, a little envious.

"I don't care how good they are together. I only care about me and my current darling..." Yu Tian leaned down.

Zhou Zhou wrapped her arms around his neck.

The night stretched on endlessly.

...

After a night with thick ointment applied, Wen Shuang woke up to find the slap mark on her face had greatly reduced in swelling. She added a light layer of primer, painted on some beautiful lipstick, and it was completely unnoticeable.

She picked up her phone.

She saw a message from Ji Shen, sent at three in the morning, instructing her to show him her face when she woke up.

Wen Shuang took a photo of her left cheek.

She sent it over.

Ji Shen replied quickly: [Still a bit swollen. If you have time today, go to the hospital. I’ve already arranged a specialist dermatologist for you.]

Wen Shuang replied that she had rehearsals in the afternoon and probably wouldn’t have time.

Ji Shen: [Then go after your rehearsal. If you’re too busy, I’ll have the specialist come to you.]

Wen Shuang knew that once Ji Shen made up his mind, there was no room for negotiation.

She replied with a simple “okay.”

Ji Shen sent a voice message.

His voice was low and resonant.

[Miss Wen, take care of yourself. If you’re upset, don’t hide away and cry alone.]

Her heart was instantly moved.

Ji Shen was busy with a criminal investigation trip, yet he still remembered to check on her face and emotions.

And she, last night, had even thrown a little tantrum at him...

Wen Shuang sent back a sweet voice message: [I got it, Shen!]

Ji Shen happened to not be wearing headphones.

The woman’s soft, tender voice spilled from his phone without restraint.

The young officers around him laughed and teased.

"Oh, Captain Ji, chatting with the missus again!"

"Nothing else to say, but that voice—our sister-in-law really is sweet!"

Ji Shen rewarded them each with a flick to the forehead and two kicks.

"If you keep running your mouths, you’ll all be sent to stake out the bushes today!"

...

After yesterday’s events, everyone in the troupe knew the relationship between Xia Anran and Wen Shuang, and there was no way to simply let things go.

They were all sharp people and quickly took sides.

Most sided with Xia Anran, though Wen Shuang was currently rising in the troupe, she still couldn’t compare to the influence of the Xia family backing Xia Anran.

There were also some who supported Wen Shuang, sensing she was a promising talent with a bright future ahead.

"Wen Shuang, what ointment did you use yesterday? The swelling from that slap disappeared so fast!"

Xia Anran stood before Wen Shuang, arms crossed, mocking her without restraint.

Everyone had heard Wen Shuang got a lesson from Xia Anran last night, and many snickered.

Wen Shuang refused to be outdone. She looked up. "I was just about to ask you—did you forget to brush your teeth this morning? Your mouth smells so foul!"

Xia Anran’s expression froze. "Who are you calling foul-mouthed?"

"You, of course!" Wen Shuang pinched her nose. "Stay away from me, I find you dirty."

She hurried backstage to do her makeup.

She slipped past Xia Anran, unwilling to waste words.

Xia Anran, unable to swallow her anger, kept her gaze fixed on Wen Shuang, her eyes venomous.

Wen Shuang had a leading dance in "The White-Haired Girl" at one-thirty that afternoon.

After warming up, she sat at the mirror to apply her makeup.

"Wen Shuang, the director wants you in her office!" A female performer approached.

"Right now?" Wen Shuang set down her eyebrow pencil.

"Yes, it looks urgent."

Wen Shuang put down her things and hurried over.

She arrived at Director Wang’s office.

At first, Director Wang hadn’t had much confidence in Wen Shuang, but her performance in the troupe over the past month had been outstanding.

"Wen, although you’ve only been with the troupe for a month, your performance has been astonishing! Not only is your technique and professionalism impressive, but you work hard behind the scenes and your performances have been a huge success. We’ve all noticed. The troupe has decided to make an exception and confirm your position ahead of schedule."

Director Wang finished, then offered her a very generous salary.

Wen Shuang knew that such pay was usually reserved for dancers with four or five years of experience.

Director Wang was likely afraid Wen Shuang would leave after gaining fame, so he set such a high price!

"From now on, focus on dancing here. I know it’s hard for women in this circle, not easy at all, but I went through it myself. If you endure, everything will get better. And Wen Shuang, with your ability, I believe in you."

Director Wang’s words carried other meanings as well—he wanted to cultivate her.

Wen Shuang sincerely thanked him. "Director, rest assured, I will work hard in the troupe and strive for results!"

After returning, Wen Shuang hurried to finish her makeup and change into her dance costume.

The other supporting dancers were already ready.

She reached for her dance shoes in the bag, but suddenly paused—something felt off about the bag, as if it had been moved.

Wen Shuang had always been very sensitive to such things.

No matter what others touched, she could always sense it.

She carefully reached into her dance shoes, and her fingertips were suddenly pricked!

She found five slender embroidery needles hidden inside her shoes!

Wen Shuang was shocked and froze on the spot.

If she hadn’t checked, her feet would have been injured the moment she put on her shoes!

"Wen, are you ready? Our dance is about to start!" Yao Qianqian rushed in to call her. "Where were you just now? I looked everywhere for you."

She saw Wen Shuang crouched down, holding the embroidery needles, and was astonished. "Who did this! Someone deliberately put embroidery needles in your dance shoes, trying to ruin your career!"

The soles of the feet are full of complex acupuncture points.

If Wen Shuang had stepped down unknowingly and danced, if the needles pierced deep, she might have needed months to heal!

Wen Shuang gripped her dance shoes tightly. "Qianqian, did you see who was in the dressing room just now?"

The dressing room was shared, with many people coming and going.

Yao Qianqian thought carefully. "Xia Anran! She spent the longest time at your makeup table, and in the whole troupe, she’s the one with the deepest grudge against you. This must be her doing!"