Chapter 131: Another Possibility for Hua Qing

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The plane landed in Shanghai, and outside the window was a hazy gray sky.

Ding Heng and Hua Qing walked out of the airport hand in hand, and saw someone waving at them from afar.

She was a woman, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, tall, wearing a beige long coat, and her hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head.

She stood in the crowd of people waiting to pick up passengers, her upright posture drawing attention.

Ding Heng glanced at her and asked Hua Qing, "Senior, are you traveling together?"

Hua Qing was taken aback: "How did you know?"

"It depends on their figure."

Ding Heng analyzed, "His figure is the same as yours, tall and slender overall, with a straight posture, which is probably a habit he developed from years of dancing."

Hua Qing nudged him with her elbow, annoyed: "You're just staring at her figure, aren't you?"

Ding Heng laughed and dodged, saying, "It also depends on looks."

"You still judge by appearance?"

Hua Qing nudged him again.

"Don't worry, you're not as good-looking as me."

"snort……"

Hua Qing pulled her elbow back, her expression softening slightly.

She quickened her pace to greet her, a bright smile on her face: "Sister Lingling!"

The two approached and embraced warmly.

The woman called "Lingling" released her grip, took a bouquet of flowers from her bag, and handed it over, teasingly saying, "Here! This is for our future national dance principal."

Hua Qing felt a little embarrassed by the flattery, and took the flowers, muttering softly, "Sister Lingling, don't talk nonsense..."

"It was bound to happen sooner or later!"

Wei Lingling smiled calmly, then turned her gaze to Ding Heng beside her: "This gentleman...aren't you going to introduce him to me?"

Ding Heng stepped forward and extended his hand: "Hello, Sister Lingling, I'm Ding Heng, Hua Qing's boyfriend."

Wei Lingling grasped his hand, looked him up and down, and clicked her tongue twice: "Not bad, little brother, you can even handle Abbess Miejue."

Hua Qing glared at her: "Wei Lingling!"

Wei Lingling laughed heartily, turned around and walked out: "Let's go, the car is outside."

The car was a black Audi.

After getting on the bus, Wei Lingling gave a brief introduction to her relationship with Hua Qing.

She is three years older than Hua Qing, and they both had the experience of learning dance from Qi Yanran, so they can be considered fellow disciples.

Wei Lingling was also quite talented, and she was admitted to the Shanghai Theatre Academy without any problems. However, she didn't have the same ambition as Hua Qing. After graduation, she directly found a wealthy first-generation entrepreneur who was five years older than her.

I got married the year before last, had a baby last year, and this year I'm thinking about whether to have a second child...

Hua Qing's visit to Shanghai provided an opportunity for the two sisters to reunite after a long time.

As the car started, Wei Lingling glanced at the two people in the back seat through the rearview mirror: "How long have you two known each other?"

Before Hua Qing could choose her words carefully, Ding Heng spoke first: "Three months."

Wei Lingling's eyes widened: "Wow, that's amazing! He won over Hua Qing in just three months?"

In Wei Lingling's eyes, Hua Qing's ability to find a love was already a miracle, but she never expected that someone would win her over in just three months.

If the men who pursued her back then knew this, they'd probably be furious.

Hua Qing quickly explained, "It's hard to explain in a short time..."

"I understand, I understand."

Wei Lingling waved her hand, looking like someone who'd been there all along: "It's fate."

Hua Qing pursed her lips, glared at Ding Heng with shame and indignation, but Ding Heng pretended not to see it.

As the car entered the airport expressway, the scenery outside the window rushed past.

As Wei Lingling drove, she chatted about her recent situation, from work to life, and from life to family.

"My back is aching from taking care of the baby lately. This little rascal won't fall asleep unless I hold him in my arms in the middle of the night..."

"My husband said he'd take us to Sanya after the Chinese New Year, but I said, 'Forget it, what can a one-year-old do in Sanya? It's just a change of scenery for taking care of the kid...'"

"By the way, if you're getting married, remember to let me know in advance so I can arrange the time. It's not like before; nowadays, with families involved, you need to plan a trip at least two weeks in advance..."

As Hua Qing listened, she gradually realized that she couldn't get a word in edgewise.

The marriage, children, husband, family, and so on that Wei Lingling talks about are too far removed from her reality.

She didn't know how to respond, nor what expression to use.

On the contrary, Ding Heng was able to chime in with a few words.

"Taking care of a baby is really tiring. My cousin's baby also won't sleep at night and insists on being held and rocked." "A one-year-old child is definitely not suitable for long trips. Wait another two years and it will be fine." "I will definitely let you know when I get married. Don't make excuses that you're too busy."

Wei Lingling was delighted to hear this.

"Wow, Xiao Ding knows quite a lot, doesn't he? Do you have younger siblings?"

"No, it's just that my relatives have a lot of children, so I occasionally help them out."

"Then don't complain about being a nuisance after Hua Qing gives birth."

"I wouldn't mind how many kids she has!"

Hua Qing listened to the two chatting, her face slightly flushed.

More than an hour later, the car stopped in front of a high-end hotel.

The hotel was arranged in advance by Longhe. The doorman came to open the door and took the luggage attentively.

Wei Lingling glanced at the hotel entrance, then looked at Ding Heng, her eyes holding a different meaning.

Ding Heng got out of the car and went to the front desk to register, while Wei Lingling and Hua Qing sat idly in the rest area.

"Sister Lingling."

Hua Qing asked, "Are you really not going to dance anymore?"

Wei Lingling paused for a moment, then smiled and looked down.

She raised her hand and pulled her trouser leg up, revealing a section of her calf.

A long scar stretched from below the knee all the way to the ankle, lying menacingly on the skin.

I did it during my junior year of college.

Wei Lingling said calmly, "It became less convenient later on."

Hua Qing was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time.

Wei Lingling pulled down her trouser leg: "When Teacher Qi came to see me, I was wondering why you weren't there. She said you were busy preparing for the art college entrance exam and didn't want to bother you... I just never expected that you would end up going to a school like Hunan Normal University."

Hua Qing lowered her eyes and remained silent.

At that time, she and Qi Yanran broke up because of their differing beliefs.

When Teacher Qi went to see Wei Lingling, she was probably locked in the practice room.

Seeing Hua Qing's complicated expression, Wei Lingling assumed that the other woman was feeling sorry for her, and patted her on the shoulder with a sigh.

"Don't pity me, I'm doing great! My husband treats me well, and he's even planning to open a dance class for me when the kids are a little older, to help me pass the time."

Her face beamed with genuine happiness: "When the time comes, please invite the future chief to give a lecture. Don't say you're too busy!"

Hua Qing forced a smile. She wasn't good at handling jokes like that. Luckily, Ding Heng came back with the room key and broke the awkward silence.

Ding Heng asked, "Sister Lingling, would you like to have dinner together later?"

Wei Lingling waved her hand: "Forget it, there's still a little darling at home. Even with a nanny, a one-year-old can't be without his mother."

"Okay, drive carefully."

"Okay."

Wei Lingling stood up and waved to them, "Keep in touch when you have time, Xiao Ding, and treat our Abbess Miejue well!"

Hua Qing glared at her again: "Wei Lingling!"

Wei Lingling laughed heartily, stepped on the gas, and the black Audi quickly disappeared into the traffic.

The elevator is going up.

Hua Qing stared at the numbers jumping one by one, her mind a little confused.

If Ding Heng hadn't appeared, and her foot injury hadn't been healed, what would she have been like?

Probably similar to Wei Lingling...

Find a man to marry, have a child, and then leave the stage.

If you're lucky, you might be able to open a training course to pass the time; if you're unlucky, you might just stay at home, being a wife and mother, and gradually accepting the mundane routine.

They might not even be as lucky as Wei Lingling, finding a man who treats them well.

Although she has paid a certain "price" now, at least her dance career can continue.

Thinking about it this way, the so-called "cost" doesn't seem so unacceptable.

The elevator is still going up.

Hua Qing suddenly spoke up: "Thank you."

Ding Heng turned to look at her, puzzled. "Thank me for what?"

Hua Qing shook her head and did not answer.