’No, I have to clear my na.’ He looked at Zhang Ao’ai with a grin and deliberately asked, "Sister Ai, you’re acting a bit strange. You don’t actually think I’m stopping you from doing the Red Enchantnt Dance just to ss with you, or to... take advantage of you, do you? Didn’t I tell you I was preparing a solo video for you as a signing gift for Second-Life Star?"
"Ah..." Hearing Chen Jincheng state her embarrassing thoughts so directly made Zhang Ao’ai feel incredibly awkward, as if she were sitting on pins and needles.
’It’s so embarrassing to have such petty thoughts exposed.’
Chen Jincheng sighed theatrically. "Sigh... I never thought Sister Ai would see as that kind of person. You don’t actually believe the online rumors that I’m a scumbag, that I take advantage of the Miss Chengs, do you?"
"They’ve got it all wrong. Just ask Yueqing and Mu Chen. Have I ever laid a single finger on them? Outside of work, have I ever sent them so much as one flirtatious ssage?"
"I, Chen Jincheng, may not be a saint, but I have my principles. How could I possibly get involved with my own people? I can’t believe Sister Ai thinks of that way. It’s truly heartbreaking!"
Hearing this, Zhang Ao’ai grew even more embarrassed. "Boss, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have thought that about you. I’ll treat you to dinner to make it up to you!"
Chen Jincheng sighed again. "I don’t know about that. If we had a al, Sister Ai would probably just suspect of having so other sche."
Zhang Ao’ai said hurriedly, "Of course not, Boss! I know you’re a true gentleman."
"Good, as long as you know." Chen Jincheng said, then suddenly broke into a smile. He once again looked at the employee information in his mind:
Na: Zhang Ao’ai
Loyalty: 80
Status: Feeling incredibly guilty!
’Who knew her Loyalty would go up by another 5 points.’
’Looks like she’s pretty gullible. No wonder she got hurt by scumbags twice in that other world.’
’A beautiful, gullible woman like her is a scumbag’s favorite target.’
As he thought this, Chen Jincheng got back to business. "Sister Ai, this outfit won’t work for the dance I have in mind for you. You’ll need to change into a fresh, cute, pleated miniskirt. Go get one, and then we can start shooting."
"Okay, Boss." Zhang Ao’ai nodded imdiately. After she left the office, her mood brightened considerably.
Moreover, she was really looking forward to the dance. After all, all the dances the boss had choreographed and rolled out had beco huge hits. ’A dance prepared especially for can’t be any worse, can it?’
She quickly t back up with Li Muchen and Lin Leqing.
"Sister Ai, what did the boss want?" Li Muchen asked imdiately.
Zhang Ao’ai explained, "The boss prepared a special dance video for , but this Hanfu won’t work for it. I need to go buy a pleated miniskirt. You guys should co with and help pick one out."
"Okay!" Lin Leqing nodded, adding, "See, Sister Ai? I told you a great guy like the boss wouldn’t single you out like that."
"Yeah, he really is," Zhang Ao’ai agreed.
The three chatted as they left Second-Life Star and headed to the won’s apparel section of the Jinmao Building. They helped Zhang Ao’ai browse, and after careful consideration, she picked out a white pleated miniskirt.
When Chen Jincheng saw Zhang Ao’ai in the pleated miniskirt, he couldn’t hide the admiration in his eyes.
’Isn’t she a million tis better looking than that scrawny Dagula K?’
Zhang Ao’ai was already beautiful and had a fantastic figure. Now, in the pri of her youth in 2018, wearing this carefully selected pleated miniskirt, she looked like an elf that had stepped right out of a painting. The skirt blood around her like a white flower, accentuating her long, porcelain-white legs and making them look utterly captivating.
Zhang Ao’ai noticed her boss’s gaze lingering on her legs and asked shyly, "Boss, is this okay?"
Chen Jincheng didn’t hold back his praise. "It’s more than okay—it’s beautiful. Let’s go get this fild!"
Zhang Ao’ai nodded and followed Chen Jincheng to a studio in an open-plan hall. It had a large, floor-to-ceiling screen that could display various background scenes.
The idea was for Zhang Ao’ai to dance in front of it, and as she moved, the background scenes would change along with her steps.
In his past life, when Dagula K perford this dance, her video also featured changing backgrounds. This was to create different atmospheres, add visual variety, and provide complentary colors.
Inside the studio, he had already gotten Lao Chen to set up the cara. He had also given him the music track needed for the Booty Dance.
After greeting Lao Chen, Chen Jincheng turned to Zhang Ao’ai. "Sister Ai, I’m going to teach you the dance now. Once you have it down, practice it a few tis, then we’ll start shooting."
With that, he snapped his fingers at Lao Chen.
Lao Chen imdiately played the music for the Booty Dance.
As the music began, Chen Jincheng channeled his "King of the Dance Floor" ability and started performing the simple but weirdly srizing moves of the Booty Dance from mory.
’Seriously, it’s pretty damn embarrassing for a grown man to be doing a dance like this.’
The three won—Zhang Ao’ai, Li Muchen, and Lin Leqing—all stared, completely stunned.
’This dance is... hard to describe.’
Zhang Ao’ai, in particular, was so astonished her jaw dropped.
’This is the dance I’m supposed to do???’
When Chen Jincheng finished, he asked Zhang Ao’ai, "Sister Ai, did you get the moves?"
"Boss, could you... do it one more ti?" Zhang Ao’ai asked, her face beet red. She had been so shocked that she hadn’t paid any attention to the actual moves.
Chen Jincheng was speechless but had no choice but to perform the Booty Dance all over again.
’Seriously. This is absolutely the last ti a grown man like is doing this dance.’
This ti, Zhang Ao’ai finally managed to morize it. He then had her practice it a few tis.
Chen Jincheng coached her from the sidelines:
"Sister Ai, your legs are so long and pale—show them off! Coordinate your hands with them."
"Sister Ai, your butt is so perky. You need to put more power into the shake! And make the movents more rhythmic."
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