My Swan Lady

A Daddy who wants nothing but for her to work hard and build a career, and a girl who, well, still wants to sleep with Daddy

Ye Yanan was a promising dancer who had fought her way out of the affiliated middle school of the Southern Dance Academy and into a top dance troupe. She was said to be the only swan to fly out of their town.

Her mother had plenty to talk about at the mahjong table, too. Her daughter had always been exceptionally talented, and when she got into the Southern Dance Academy's affiliated middle school after graduating elementary school, the family hadn't spent a cent. In fact, they had even received a scholarship.

It was a satisfying slap in the face to the relatives who had said, "Ballet costs a fortune. With your family's finances, why bother?"

What those relatives didn't know was that Ye Yanan had spent three years as an ensemble dancer in the troupe. She was twenty-one this year. If she didn't get her big break soon, she'd spend a few years in the troupe, retire, and probably end up back in town as a children's dance teacher.

So when the man whom everyone called her "sugar daddy" appeared, it was hard for Ye Yanan, a small-town girl who had studied hard (at dancing), not to fall for him.

He said,

"Stand in the middle of the stage and dance. I'll help you."

Ye Yanan didn't have time to think it over. She said she was willing. She wanted it!

The man simply sat quietly in the audience, always keeping the distance between a dancer and a spectator.

At the grand performance at the end of that year, she landed the lead role in Giselle.

"Nannan, I saw you on TV!" Her mother's call came through the phone, which had accidentally been put on speaker. Her words rang clearly in the man's ears.

This was the first time Ye Yanan had come to see him after stepping off the stage. He didn't get up. He raised his chin slightly and looked her over from head to toe.

Ye Yanan had left her small town and seen a lot of the world. She had learned how things worked.

She leaned down, her expression cool and composed, and boldly moved closer to the dignified, well-dressed man, trying to light his cigarette for him.

He calmly moved his hand away and pointed toward the stage.

At the time, she only half understood.

Later, he brought her to all the glittering social events. She saw countless "gods and Buddhas," secured the best performance opportunities, and witnessed things she had never dared to dream of in her life.

Yet he never once touched her.

She heard people say, "Mr. Chen is a saint. He never touches women."

She had indeed never seen him indulge in carnal desire, and couldn't help wondering what kind of woman could catch his eye.

Ye Yanan looked a little dejected.

"What if you don't want to keep supporting me one day, sir?"

The girl's features were striking, her expression aloof. Youthful innocence and worldly savvy warred with and complemented each other in her eyes.

Like a swan paddling through the water: graceful and composed above the surface, while its feet thrashed below. She hid it well.

"But sir, I don't want to stand at the edge of the stage anymore." She lowered her head and kissed him clumsily. "Please show me what to do."

No girl who came from a small town was unintelligent.

Chen Wangjin had made up his mind that he would never marry.

People said he was frigid, until later it became an addiction. He developed a taste for what was forbidden, and learned to breathe in ragged gasps.

*Male lead, 31, ten years older than the heroine

Message: Keep dancing hard and training diligently, and become the most beautiful swan