"...Yeah!" A low sigh, and suddenly he felt like he’d aged ten years.
Gu Yunbo looked at him in surprise, suddenly realizing she’d still been too superficial.
Everyone has their own regrets, no matter how powerful they are. This is where Sheng Ning does so well—so well that Gu Yunbo can’t help being drawn to her, can’t help reining in her own coldness for her sake.
"Hello, Ms. Sheng." At some point, the host, wearing a hearty smile, had already e down while there was a performance going on onstage. "The next segment is about your collaboration with Liu. Please e backstage with me."
"Okay, okay..." Sheng Ning stood up with a squinting smile. Housekeeper Xing was carrying a big bag in his hand, full of dance gear—costumes, jewelry, shoes, and so on.
"This way, please."
"Thank you!"
Sheng Ning got up and followed the host through the staff passageway. Housekeeper Xing, lugging the bag, trailed behind her diligently. As they passed by, they happened to walk right in front of Demira.
"Boss." Demira called out softly, her eyes full of delight.
"You came too?"
"Yeah! I never expected you and Liu to have that kind of relationship." Demira was all excitement, grabbing onto her and not letting her go as she whispered, "Boss, do you think you could help me invite Liu to perform at our theater? Just one show, just once is enough."
Demira pleaded pitifully. She was already all charm to begin with, and when she acted like this, her beauty made it impossible to look away.
"We’ve prepared for so long. If we could invite Liu to appear in the very first performance for our grand opening, it would definitely cause a sensation."
Just when Demira thought Sheng Ning wouldn’t agree, she unexpectedly said, "Okay, I promise I’ll get him for you."
"Really?" No one knew better than she did how hard it was to book Liu. The whole reason she’d e to this concert today was to cozy up to Liu’s staff.
But she’d already run into a closed door before she even met them.
"Of course. You focus on getting everything ready, and wait for me to bring him over."
"Great, Boss, you’re amazing."
Sheng Ning’s face flushed at the praise, and she hurried off with the host.
After she left, the man sitting next to Demira asked curiously, "Who was that just now? To boast like that about being able to get Liu?"
You have to know that even the Lincoln Art Center has been turned down, let alone a no-name theater like theirs. Besides, everyone in the arts world knows that piano masters rarely acpany musicals or dance shows; what they love most is solo recitals. So unless you’re truly top-tier, all you can do is hire a regular ensemble.
Demira shot the man a sideways look and said proudly, "You don’t even know who she is? She’s our theater’s behind-the-scenes Boss."
"No way. Isn’t you the Boss of our theater?" This man was the new lead male dancer at the theater, and also one of Lady Linglong’s leads. Ever since he’d been hired, he’d only ever seen Demira as the Boss.
As for the secret Boss, of course he’d heard the rumors, but he’d never seen the person even once. Over time, everyone figured it was just gossip.
"Of course not." Demira punched him in irritation. "Don’t talk nonsense. Our behind-the-scenes Boss is Lord Sheng Ning. You heard it yourself—just now Liu said with his own mouth that he came because of our Boss."
"That’s seriously impressive." The man murmured in awe.
Demira felt a hidden pride in her heart. What’s most impressive about the Boss isn’t this, but the identity she holds now. That’s what’s truly rich enough to rival a nation, with power that reaches the heavens!
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