After Transmigrating as a Scum Omega, I Had a Happy Ending with My Ex-Wife [Entertainment Circle] - Chapter 3

“With such a solid dance foundation, you actually didn’t focus on dancing and wasted two whole years! It’s absolutely heartbreaking. If you had spent those two years studying dance, you’d be a top-tier star by now!” the dance instructor rambled on incessantly.

The trainees stood there, dumbfounded.

Lin Xiaohan pursed her lips.

Su Hua didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She waved her hands frantically. “Not at all, not at all. Teacher, please stop talking; they’re all watching.”

“No, let me finish! You really, really, really make me angry! How could you not study dance properly? It’s a total waste of natural talent!” The instructor stood with her hands on her hips, pointing an accusing finger at her.

Among the trainees, one of them quietly took a photo of this scene with her phone. She nudged Lin Xiaohan and whispered, “Sister Xiaohan, look.”

Lin Xiaohan looked at the screen. It was a candid shot—the dance instructor was yelling with her hands on her hips, while Su Hua was waving her hands as if begging for mercy. However, in the still image, it looked as though Su Hua was preparing to hit the teacher.

Lin Xiaohan’s eyes darkened. Pretending she didn’t understand the implication, she looked at the girl. “Why did you take this? It’s not good if the teacher finds out.”

The girl replied, “It’s fine, the teacher won’t know who posted it. I’m just fed up with this Su Hua. Why does the teacher praise her the moment she shows up?”

Lin Xiaohan said nothing more. The girl, determined, uploaded the photo to Weibo using a “sock-puppet” account. Since the account had few followers, no one noticed it at first.

But the girl wasn’t worried. As long as it involved Su Hua, this photo would be discovered sooner or later.

Back in the studio, the dance instructor finally tired herself out from scolding. She glared at Su Hua, panting, and then suddenly realized: this was Su Hua, the “Great Demon King” of the industry who was known for public feuds. For a moment, she felt a bit apprehensive.

But the latter just looked at her with a wry smile. “Teacher, it’s not too late for me to practice now. Please calm down, don’t stay angry.”

Dance Instructor: “…?” The Great Demon King actually has moments of being soft-spoken and polite?

“You…” The instructor wasn’t used to this. She cleared her throat and steadied her nerves. “Practice the set once more by yourself. If there are no issues, you can rest.”

“Okay.”

Truthfully, there wasn’t much left to teach. The girl’s dance foundation was incredibly strong—stronger even than Lin Xiaohan and the others who had been practicing for a long time.

The instructor wondered if Sister Qing had noticed this. Wasting two years was truly a pity.

Su Hua performed the entire routine twice. After memorizing everything, she walked over to the resting trainees to greet them. “Hello, I’m Su Hua. I look forward to working with you.”

The girls looked at her but didn’t reach out. A few even looked away, pretending they hadn’t seen her.

Su Hua shrugged and sat down near them.

The girl next to her immediately stood up and walked to the other side, determined not to be near her.

Su Hua picked up a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and tilted her head back to drink. She saw the girl’s movement out of the corner of her eye but didn’t react, her expression remaining unchanged.

This was a direct snub. If it had been the original owner, she probably wouldn’t have been able to endure it and would have jumped up to start a fight. But this was the Su Hua who had spent seven or eight years in the entertainment industry; she was completely unfazed by such childish antics.

She knew the original owner had too much “black material,” so it was normal for these people to avoid her. She wasn’t angry at the girl’s behavior, but she knew one thing: she wouldn’t pick a fight, but if someone tried to walk all over her, that would be a different story.

That evening, Xiao Dong sent her a screenshot regarding a trending topic about her “hitting her dance instructor.”

When she first saw the topic, Su Hua was confused. When did the original owner stir up this trouble? Is it just being dug up now? When she clicked in, she realized it was fresh out of the oven.

The photo was very clear, and the people in it were familiar: her and the instructor.

However, their body language was highly misleading. The actual scene was the instructor lecturing her while she tried to appease the teacher, but the photo made it look like she was striking her.

Given the angle, it was clearly taken by a trainee who had been practicing nearby. As for who, it wasn’t obvious.

Su Hua replied: “Notify Sister Qing about this. Let her handle it; we’ll just wait for the result.”

A few seconds later, Xiao Dong replied: “Okay.”

Xiao Dong was in a daze. She felt that “Sister Su Su” had been off lately, especially today.

When mocked by colleagues, she didn’t fight back—she didn’t even seem angry. When Sister Qing wanted to manage her Weibo, she didn’t argue; she even discussed deleting posts in a good mood.

And now, facing a malicious trending search, she wasn’t jumping into the fray to trade insults. She just handed it over to the manager.

An Lanqing was also surprised when she saw the screenshot from Xiao Dong, her face full of complex emotions.

“Sister Qing, what’s wrong?” the head of the PR department asked.

“Nothing.” An Lanqing smiled and shook her head.

This was something she couldn’t really explain to others. If Su Hua truly intended to turn over a new leaf and work hard, then her future achievements would have to speak for themselves.

After all, this was an industry that ultimately ran on strength.

An Lanqing told the PR team to try and control the online narrative, though experience told her it wouldn’t be easy.

Sure enough, the hashtag #SuHuaHitsDanceInstructor# soon appeared on the trending list and began climbing steadily.

The PR team couldn’t even manage the comments. They eventually had to pay to have the search removed, but another one quickly popped up.

#SuHuaViolentTendencies#

#SuHuaBeatsTeacher#

The tags were endless. They couldn’t take them down fast enough.

She said to her assistant, “Go, call the dance instructor and those trainees from today to my office.”

The PR head nearby, seemingly knowing what she was up to, said in confusion, “This is clearly Su Hua’s fault, yet you want others to stand up and clear her name? Sister Qing, you’re being too muddled.” He shook his head in disappointment.

An Lanqing looked at him and frowned. “Do you remember the last time—and the time before that—when she was blacklisted?”

“I remember, of course…” At this point, the man paused, looking at her in disbelief.

An Lanqing nodded, confirming his thought. “In the past, she would dive in personally and wouldn’t stop until there was a bloodbath. But this time, she is very calm and gave us full authority.”

The PR head couldn’t figure Su Hua out for a moment.

An Lanqing said, “She told me today she’s tired and wants to work hard. Tonight is the first step in testing her attitude.”

The man was dizzy from her logic. It took him a while to regain his senses. “Wait, she hit a teacher in the dance studio today. Is that an ‘attitude’ of working hard?”

An Lanqing looked at the photo. “From this angle, it was clearly taken by a trainee within the company. And given Teacher Liu’s temper, if Su Hua actually hit her, do you think she wouldn’t have come to find me immediately?”

Thinking of the last artist who tried to cause trouble in the studio and was reported directly to the CEO by Teacher Liu, the man went silent.

Indeed, Sister Qing’s mind worked faster; he hadn’t even parsed the situation yet.

An Lanqing saw he finally understood. She patted his shoulder. “Thanks for the hard work, keep it up. I’m going to the office.”

“You got it, Sister Qing.”

When An Lanqing arrived at the office, Teacher Liu and the trainees were already there. Teacher Liu was sitting in a chair, while the trainees stood in a row, not daring to sit.

“Sit.” An Lanqing’s face was expressionless but natural as she gestured for them to sit on the sofa.

The girls exchanged glances before looking at Lin Xiaohan. After a moment of hesitation, Lin Xiaohan sat down, and the others followed suit.

An Lanqing noted every glance and movement. She took a sip of tea, sat down, and looked at Teacher Liu. “Teacher Liu, have you seen the news online?”

“What news?” She had gone home after class to help her kid with homework. She had rushed back after receiving the call from the company, wondering the whole way why she was being summoned.

Seeing her students there only made her more curious. Now that Sister Qing was getting straight to the point, she was completely lost.

Seeing that she truly didn’t know, An Lanqing tapped her phone and handed the trending page to her.

Teacher Liu was about to ask what she was looking at when she saw Su Hua’s name followed by various unpleasant words—especially since those words were followed by the word “Teacher.”

She realized this must involve her. When she clicked the hashtag and saw the content and the photo, her first instinct was to look at the students on the sofa.

The students clearly knew why they were there and who had posted the photo. For a moment, they all guiltily shifted their gazes, not daring to look at her.

Teacher Liu’s gaze landed on her star pupil, Lin Xiaohan. Among them, only Lin Xiaohan sat with a straight back and an honest gaze. “Xiaohan, tell me. Who posted this photo?”

Lin Xiaohan pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and shook her head. “I don’t know.”

The girl sitting next to her, who had been trying to secretly tug at Lin Xiaohan’s sleeve, breathed a sigh of relief.

Teacher Liu wanted to ask more, but An Lanqing, having seen through everything, stopped her. “Teacher Liu, I already know what happened. If possible, could you help clarify the situation?”

“Of course I will clarify it!” At that thought, Teacher Liu’s eyes sparkled as she looked at An Lanqing.

An Lanqing: “?”

“Sister Qing, you almost ruined a brilliant talent!” Teacher Liu finally voiced the thoughts she had been suppressing all day.

An Lanqing was bewildered. “Wait, Teacher Liu, aren’t we talking about the Su Hua incident?”

“It is about Su Hua,” Teacher Liu said. “I taught her to dance today, and I discovered she dances exceptionally well. In fact, ‘well’ doesn’t even cover it. I should say she is absolutely magnificent!”

“Huh?” Her words left An Lanqing completely stunned. “Magnificent? Su Hua?”

As far as she knew, Su Hua had zero coordination. Now Teacher Liu was praising her?

Was the Su Hua Teacher Liu was talking about the same person she knew?