Being a Lady of an Influential Family

In a dance room at the school, Leng Sa dances to the music in a red dance dress. In order to make the flower of the Faculty of Liberal Arts become famous at the school celebration ceremony, the girls of the Faculty of Liberal Arts did not hesitate to move out the strongest lineup. A musician who came from a family of musicians personally composed the music, the daughter of a great dancer asked her mother to help with the choreography, and the direct disciple of a famous musical instrument master personally played it. Bai Xi, who knows how to order everything and is not good at everything, can only wave the flag and shout at the side.

The classmates have worked so hard, so Leng Sa is naturally embarrassed to be perfunctory.

Fortunately, she did not live up to the ardent expectations of her classmates. She has been exercising all the time, and she is still young. She also had some dance foundation in her previous life, and the dances she choreographed with a little effort could not be said to be perfect, at least they could be completed smoothly. A beautiful gesture ended the dance, and the music in the dance room also stopped. After the silence, there was a sudden burst of applause.

"Sa Sa, you are so amazing!" Bai Xi rushed over to hug Leng Sa and rubbed against her, not forgetting to pinch her slender waist, "The waist is so thin and soft." She couldn't do it anymore, she was too fleshy Dancing is not good at all.

Leng Sa calmly patted his little paws that were eating his own tofu, and others followed suit. The girl in charge of the choreography was all smiles and gave a thumbs up, "Great! If my mother sees you, she will definitely I'll be very happy!" Leng Sa was a little helpless, "I just fooled the layman these two times, how dare I compare with Teacher Gong?"

"It's because you're a layman that you're so good. We haven't practiced for half a month." The girl sighed, "My mother always said I was stupid. Seeing you, I really feel that I am stupid."

"How come? Senior Sister Chen is the light of our Faculty of Arts. If you hadn't given up this position to me, where would it be my turn to lead the dance?" Leng Sa said honestly.

The girl laughed, "What's the lead dancer? As long as you can win the business school on behalf of us, everything is easy to talk about! At that time, I can let my cousin with eyes above the top know that even if I, Chen Jing, can't dance, the choreographed dance can also do it." Grind her to pieces!" Chen Jing is a third-year student, and her cousin, Chen Yue, who happens to be at odds with her, is a fourth-year student in the business school and Zheng Ying's good friend.

In fact, it's not that Chen Jing is not good at dancing, it's just that she was injured when she was a child, and she was always a little worse than Chen Yue. Her mother hoped to have a disciple to inherit her mantle, so she was very kind to this talented cousin, and Chen Jing was naturally not happy.

Ever since Xiao Yiran left Yongcheng with Xiao Haoran, Fu Yucheng seemed to have finally realized that what he had to do now was not to continue to embarrass others with a high profile, but to be quiet so that people would forget his scandal as soon as possible. As a result, Leng Sa's life has returned to its original tranquility, but her popularity and attention at school have increased a lot, which makes Leng Sa, who always likes to move erratically, a little unaccustomed.

In the blink of an eye, it was late April, and the marriage was being prepared by the second master Leng and the second wife, so there was no need for Leng Sa to worry about it, so she continued her student career with peace of mind.

When everyone came out of the dance studio, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon. Each hurriedly bid farewell to go home, Leng Sa watched Bai Xi get into the car that came to pick her up from Bai's house, and when she was about to go home, she turned around but saw a few figures passing by on the opposite street corner.

Leng Sa frowned slightly, after thinking about it, she turned around and followed.

Followed all the way to the slums in the northwest corner of Yongcheng.

There are shadows invisible to ordinary people behind the glamor of every big city.

This is the case with this slum area in the northwest corner. Compared with the prosperous and luxurious south of the city, it seems to be two worlds with the outside world.

There are no high-rise buildings here, nor antique pavilions and courtyards, only narrow alleys and dilapidated, small, dark and dilapidated houses. It is not uncommon for a family of five or six to live in one room.

This is also the favorite hiding place for all kinds of wanted criminals and criminals.

Because people here come and go and are busy making a living all day long, no one has the time to pay attention to who the people around them are.

The sky had already darkened, and in the dark alley, Ruowu's eyes fell on Leng Sa as if they had malicious intentions.

"Get out!" Leng Sa glanced back at the dark place, and shot a dart in his hand. It passed the corner of the wall and shot into the darkness, and someone in the darkness shrank back quietly.

Leng Sa sneered, and continued to walk forward, this time staring at her much less instantly.

In a narrow and dark courtyard, a bean-sized flame in a kerosene lamp hanging under the eaves was the only light in the courtyard.

The young man with a few bruises on his face glared at the middle-aged man standing at the bottom of the steps with a sinister expression, "Let her go!"

Behind the man were two young men with ordinary faces, and beside them lay a sleepy girl in a middle school uniform.

The middle-aged man described it as thin and sallow under the dim firelight. On the left side of his face was a mole the size of a fingernail, which completely destroyed his otherwise smooth appearance.

The middle-aged man chuckled, "Fifth Young Master, do you want a hero to save the beauty?"

The boy gritted his teeth, "I said, let her go!"

The middle-aged man rubbed his thumb and index finger at the young man while rubbing his chin, "It's okay to let her go, but we also have to eat, how about... Fifth Young Master help us a little?"

"How much do you want?"

"Five thousand!" the man said.

The boy didn't speak for a while, and it took a while before he uttered a few words, "I didn't!"

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, "The fifth young master of the dignified Fu family, can't even get five thousand yuan? Why don't I ask Miss Six for it?"

A fierce gleam flashed in the boy's eyes, and he stared fixedly at the middle-aged man, "If you dare to appear in front of her, I will kill you!"

Rao is a middle-aged man who is very old, and he was taken aback by the young man's fierce gaze.

I couldn't help but took a step back before laughing, "Fifth Young Master is too cruel, how can I say... I am also your and Sixth Miss's real uncle."

"To shut up!"

The middle-aged man did not shut up, and the two men standing behind the boy took a step forward to prevent the boy from suddenly attacking him.

"Fifth Young Master, if you want to blame it, you have to blame your cruel mother. She worked as a child for Governor Fu in Fu's house, and she was well-clothed and well-fed, but she ignored the Lin family. It also caused me to get smoked and have no money... Uncle If you can't survive, maybe you will drag your mother to die together. You said... If Governor Fu knew about his third aunt..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" The young man said angrily, he took a step forward and wanted to pounce on the man, but the two men behind him immediately stepped forward and held him, one left and one right. Seeing that he still refused to stop, he simply punched him in the abdomen, and the boy groaned and immediately fell to the ground bowed in pain.

The middle-aged man took a step forward, raised his foot and kicked the boy in the face, "Nephew, uncle will teach you to meddle in your own business...you will suffer."

"brute!"

The middle-aged man sneered, "It's as if you were born. Do you think...your mother is a good thing? Teach this kid a lesson!"

"Boss, will he speak out? Or..."

The middle-aged man glanced at the speaker, "He is the fifth young master of the Fu family, what do you think? Don't worry, he doesn't dare."

"..."

"Bang bang bang." There were three rhythmic knocks on the door, and the people in the yard suddenly became vigilant, "Who is it?"

"Take the kid home." A crisp female voice sounded at the door.