C23

"You want to teach me to dance?"

Wen Tiantian looked at him in disbelief.

Ji Jingchen's face was expressionless.

"I just don't want to see you lose face for the Ji Family."

His long, bony hand stopped right in front of him, as if waiting for someone to pull it.

Wen Tiantian didn't move.

Ji Jingchen waited for a few seconds before he reached out his hand to stop her.

"My time is precious."

He forcefully pulled Wen Tiantian up and placed a hand on her waist.

Through his clothes, he could clearly feel the tight waistline of his hands.

Ji Jingchen slightly raised his head and looked over her head.

"I think I can learn it myself."

Wen Tiantian pushed him.

"Learn?"

Ji Jingchen suddenly sneered.

"If it wasn't for the fact that Miss Jiang doesn't know any kind of ballroom dance, we wouldn't have to waste our time here right now."

He looked down at her condescendingly.

Wen Tiantian frowned. If you think this is a waste of time, you don't have to teach me. "

"Then do you think you can learn it within four hours?"

"I …"

Ji Jingchen's eyes were full of provocation as he decided that she couldn't learn it.

Wen Tiantian slowly lowered her head. She really couldn't learn it.

Just a moment ago, her mind had been muddled.

She could carry the antique in her arms and study it for an entire day. She could even spend ten days to half a month to repair damaged artifacts.

But when it came to dancing, she couldn't do anything about it.

Ji Jingchen saw through her thoughts with a glance and smirked slightly.

"Since you won't, then be good and listen."

The melodious sound of the piano slowly flowed out.

Wen Tiantian placed one of her hands on Ji Jingchen's palm and the other on his shoulder.

Ji Jingchen's every movement was perfect and elegant, but there was no warmth in his voice.

Every time he gave the command, Wen Tiantian would follow his command and move forward.

"Lower your right foot, raise your knee, and extend your left leg. "Retreat, left foot following …"

Wen Tiantian, who was in the middle of learning, looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?"

Ji Jingchen lowered his gaze and moved his hand that was on Ye Zichen's waist.

Pow! Wen Tiantian's butt hit the ground.

"Stand up straight."

Wen Tiantian's eyes widened and she almost jumped up.

"You!"

Ji Jingchen ordered plainly.

"Continue. "Raise your hands and turn."

Wen Tiantian immediately followed his lead and turned around before stepping on his foot.

"I'm sorry!"

She quickly jumped away and raised her head to look at Ji Jingchen nervously.

Ji Jingchen lowered his head to look at her and a line appeared between his eyebrows.

"You …" He paused, then looked away.

"The first time."

At six in the afternoon, the light from east to west slowly dimmed.

The butler checked his pocket watch and walked to the door of Wen Tiantian's bedroom according to the schedule.

A flustered voice came from inside.

"Ah!" Sorry! Are your feet okay?

"Twelfth time."

"Yes …"

After a while, the same exclamation came from inside again.

"I'm sorry! You... Does it hurt? "

Ji Jingchen's voice was calm, as if he had already gotten used to it.

"Thirteenth time."

The butler stood at the door hesitating for a moment before raising his hand to knock.

He opened the door and the melodious music entered his ears.

The butler lowered his head. He didn't dare to look at Ji Jingchen and Wen Tiantian.

"Sir, it's not early. It's time to set off."

Ji Jingchen turned around, his face seemed to be covered in a layer of ice.

The butler did not dare to raise his head, but he could still feel Ji Jingchen's gaze.

Anyone who was stepped on more than ten times would end up like this, not to mention Sir.

Ji Jingchen walked out with a cold expression.

"Let me change my clothes first."

Wen Tiantian looked down and saw the dirty leather shoes that Ji Jingchen had stepped on.

She suddenly felt a little guilty and wanted to follow him out.

The butler raised a hand to stop her.

"Miss Jiang, please start preparing as well."