As if making a firm decision, Lan Yingying spoke up, "So this time, I can't be your partner."

This rehearsal was the final formal rehearsal before tomorrow's competition, crucial indeed. And yet, her partner had been stolen away at such a critical juncture!

The culprit behind the theft of her partner, Fu Ying, strutted up behind Lan Yingying, holding her dress hem and sneering, "Yingying, why bother explaining anything to her? You're not her partner now. Besides, you're not her servant, no need to report everything to her."

Wen Yihuan furrowed her brows, "Fu Ying!"

Raising her chin arrogantly, Fu Ying replied, "Wen Yihuan, don't blame me, blame yourself for not being able to keep a partner." Her stark words were quickly followed by the coach calling her number from the stage.

Grinding her teeth, it didn’t take Wen Yihuan long to regain her cool demeanor, drawing up the corners of her mouth in a nonchalant smile, "Then I really do need to thank you for giving me the opportunity to change partners. After all, only those lacking confidence would consider stealing someone else's partner to shine."

The moment Fu Ying heard this, her face turned as if she had tasted something unpleasant.

Seeing her upset made Wen Yihuan happy.

Ten minutes later, Wen Yihuan changed into her own dress, a grey-pink knee-length dancing dress. Her round, tender calves wrapped in light pink ribbons, she looked every bit a princess straight out of a fairytale.

Fu Ying had finished her stage performance and stepped down, spotting Wen Yihuan, a derisive glare flashed in her eyes, "All talk, no action. I'm curious how she's going to get onstage tomorrow, hmph…"

In the last rehearsal, Wen Yihuan had no partner and on the quiet stage, she danced solo.

Though beautiful, the performance fell short as a solo act. The coach came forward, eyebrow furrowed, "Wen Yihuan, the competition is tomorrow, what's going on with your partner?"

“In no doubt for the championship. There’s no need for the teacher to worry," Wen Yihuan raised an eyebrow.

Originally, Wen Yihuan had no particular interest in the championship of this competition, only participating because the coach insisted. But given the grudge she harbored against Fu Ying for stealing her partner, she was now determined to win the championship!

However, full of confidence after promising the coach, finding a suitable partner wasn't easy!

Wen Yihuan has been practicing with Lanying for over a month to prepare for this competition. Finding someone new at this point who not only has good chemistry with her but is also a skilled pianist is a hard task even within the academy.

Wen Yihuan stepped out of the practice room and called her best friend.

"Yihuan, you're awake?"

"Hu Siti! You actually let Cheng Baiyan take me away last night! He can't even drive! What if I had been in a car accident?"

"I saw his driver take you two away. Don't worry, Cheng Baiyan won't let you get hurt either way."

Haha… She seemed pretty assured about that.

Wen Yihuan snorted, "I have a big task for you to atone for your mistakes!"

Hu Siti yawned, her voice sounded tired, "What task?"

"My partner ran off with someone else, and the competition is tomorrow. Where can I find another partner so soon? Come here and help me out, or I won’t spare you even in death."

Hu Siti laughed out loud, "Are you serious, Yihuan, your partner ran away?"

"Aren't you delighting in my misfortune! Be careful, or I'll make you pay."

"No, no, it's not that I'm unwilling to help you, it's just that I'm catching a flight early in the morning, currently waiting for my flight at the airport to perform in Sweden." Wen Yihuan's best friend, Hu Siti, the two have been like two peas in a pod since they were little.

Wen Yihuan had a talent for dance, while Hu Siti was an exceptional pianist. Although she was only 22, she was already a well-known pianist in the country, and she frequently participated in various international performances.

Wen Yihuan's mouth twitched, "Oh my gosh! Of all the times you could be performing, why now? When I desperately need you!"

"Who could have predicted that the distinguished Miss Wen's partner would be poached..."

Huo Siting yawned again, "But, I do know someone who might be able to save you."

As if struck by a sudden realization, Wen Yihuan hesitated before asking, "Please don't tell me it's Sheng Boyan!"

"Bingo! You're right. I mean, can you believe that you have an internationally recognized master at your disposal and you're seeking my help instead? Bring your boy Sheng Boyan into the spotlight, and your adversary will be decimated, trust me."

Ever since they were children, Huo Siting, Sheng Boyan, Sheng Boyi, and Wen Yihuan were inseparable. Now, Sheng Boyi is the CEO of Shengshi Lanshan Corporation, while Huo Siting has gained considerable fame as a pianist. But the one among them with the most fame is Sheng Boyan.

It is often said that those with mild autism are favored by the gods, with the mind of a genius.

And that's Sheng Boyan - a certifiable genius, especially with his extraordinary talent for the piano. At fourteen, he was already a renowned international pianist, invited by countries around the world, dining with presidents and prime ministers, and had even held three solo concerts at the prestigious Vienna Auditorium, accumulating countless fans.

Nowadays, Sheng Boyan is praised both domestically and internationally, yet his true character remains a mystery.

Only Wen Yihuan knew that Sheng Boyan's behavior wasn't inexplicable... he was simply autistic.

"Sheng Boyan is not mine! And besides, you know about Sheng Boyan's condition. He might not be able to handle suddenly being in front of so many people. Plus... we just had a fight."

Sheng Boyan's previous performances had always required the intervention of a psychologist. But now... it was simply too late for any intervention.

"What do you mean 'intervention'? That's not the problem here! Also, since when do you argue with Sheng Boyan?"

How could Wen Yihuan, who has spent years being silent, ever argue with the stone-faced Sheng Boyan?

That's right, they couldn't...

"What's more, how do you know he won't be able to do it if you don't let him try? Sheng Boyan has never been one to hold grudges, worse comes to worst..." Huo Siting didn't finish what she was going to say, but Wen Yihuan was quick to grasp her meaning.

The only one who could help now was Sheng Boyan.

Wen Yihuan sighed while looking into the distance, then lowered her head and returned to the hotel. With a "click," she pushed open the door to the suite.

Sheng Baiyan was seated on the sofa, the television switched on.

Upon Wen Yihuan's return, Sheng Baiyan, who had been as still as a wooden dummy on the sofa, finally moved and looked towards her, "Yihuan."

"Sheng Baiyan, what... what are you doing?" Wen Yihuan scratched the back of her head awkwardly, laughing as she sat next to him.

Sheng Baiyan didn't respond, he just watched her profile. He could tell she had something to say.

Sure enough, within just ten minutes, Wen Yihuan could no longer keep it to herself, "Well, Sheng Baiyan, I need your help with something."

"That is... I have a competition tomorrow." Wen Yihuan let out a placating laugh that seemed slightly ingratiating, "My partner had something come up last minute, and I couldn't find a temporary replacement. And that wretched Huo Sithan has gone off to perform, so..."