Patiently, Gently, Step by Step...

The music continued to play, but Cai Lenghan's anxiety grew. If before it was just worrying too much, just now, he had actually stepped on Zhao Wanrou's foot. Thus, Cai Lenghan's tension reached its peak.

Zhao Wanrou looked at her stiff iceberg, finding it both funny and pitiful. It seems his lack of dancing skills wasn't just modesty. Taking a deep breath, she whispered softly:
"Don't look down at your feet. Look at me."

Cai Lenghan still didn't dare to look up. Zhao Wanrou quickly added:
"Dancing with me without looking at me means you are looking down on me."

Hearing this, Cai Lenghan quickly raised his eyes to look at her. What he saw was not anger or disgust, but her bright smile and sparkling eyes. Then, Zhao Wanrou whispered:
"Relax a bit, follow my lead."

Before Cai Lenghan could react, Zhao Wanrou stood closer to him. Her beautiful face was almost pressed against his cheek. Her sweet voice, accompanied by the melodious music, echoed in his ears. Patiently, gently, step by step... Zhao Wanrou reminded Cai Lenghan which foot to step with and in which direction, when to advance, when to retreat, and when to spin...

Just like that, Cai Lenghan felt as if only Zhao Wanrou was left in his surroundings. He heard nothing else but her voice. During a separation in the dance moves, Zhao Wanrou didn't have time to remind him, but he instinctively followed the rhythm, guiding her along with the music.

Zhao Wanrou was surprised, admiring, and proud. Look at that, her foolish iceberg really did have a talent for dancing; she had only guided him a little, and he had already learned it and danced very well.

If Cai Lenghan knew her thoughts, he would surely grin from ear to ear. But if Fang Xiehe, who was secretly rubbing his feet in the car, and the instructors currently bandaging their bruised feet heard this, there would surely be many cries of protest.

However, right now, no one could hear Zhao Wanrou's thoughts. Even she herself could no longer hear Cai Lenghan's inner voice. Thus, amidst the melodious music, Cai Lenghan guided Zhao Wanrou through a complete dance.

Cai Lenghan's heart was filled with joy, but he still hadn't forgotten the foot he had just stepped on. He held Zhao Wanrou's hand tightly, helped her off the dance floor, and found a chair for her to sit. As for himself, disregarding his dignity, he squatted down in front of her, reaching out to lift her ankle but not daring to touch it. With a voice full of guilt, Cai Lenghan asked anxiously:
"Does your foot... hurt a lot?"

Zhao Wanrou shook her head and replied softly:
"It's fine. Don't worry too much."

She really felt it was not a problem. Although her foot still hurt a bit, it was not serious. Moreover, Cai Lenghan had stepped on her foot a while ago, and she could still move normally and even dance another song with him.

But Cai Lenghan was not so calm. He still remembered how he had "assaulted" and ruined the feet of several professional instructors. Furthermore, Zhao Wanrou's cry of pain earlier still haunted him. Unless he saw with his own eyes that her foot was "intact," his heart could not rest.

But right now, Zhao Wanrou was wearing a long dress that completely covered her feet. To examine the "injury," he would have to lift her dress. This made Cai Lenghan hesitate. In such a crowded place, if he lifted her dress... it wouldn't be very appropriate.

Zhao Wanrou had been observing Cai Lenghan. From his gaze, expression, and hesitant actions, it wasn't hard for her to guess what her foolish iceberg wanted to do. She felt slightly embarrassed but still whispered softly:
"If you're worried, just take a look."

With that, Zhao Wanrou actively lifted the hem of her dress slightly, revealing her fair foot in a pure black high heel. Zhao Wanrou's skin was very fair, so the red mark left by Cai Lenghan's large foot was very clear. Looking at the red mark on his wife's delicate foot, Cai Lenghan just wanted to punch himself.