Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 1001 - 499: Getting More and More Interesting (3)
"Hello, Auntie. I’m Shen You’an, a friend of Rong Xianning."
Zhou Rong felt that this girl’s gaze was peculiar, as if it stripped away her layers, seeing through her entirely. Zhou Rong felt her back hair stand on end, shivering unexpectedly.
Liu Runxi nodded politely in greeting, "Liu Runxi."
Only then did Zhou Rong notice someone on Liu Runxi’s back—wasn’t that Rong Xianning?
Zhou Rong frowned, "What’s wrong with him?"
Her tone lacked concern, instead revealing a touch of disdain.
"We were having a gathering tonight, and Rong Xianning accidentally drank champagne and got drunk. Liu and I are bringing him home. Auntie, can we go inside first?"
Zhou Rong had been blocking the door, but only moved aside after being reminded by Shen You’an.
Shen You’an and Liu Runxi walked inside.
The layout of the apartment was distinct; bypassing the entrance directly faced the living room, with the master bedroom on the left side of the living room and the study on the right—a layout with three rooms facing south.
Shen You’an pointed to the left master bedroom, "That should be his room."
Liu Runxi stepped toward the master bedroom.
Zhou Rong reacted immediately, rushing forward to stop them: "He lives in the room over here."
Zhou Rong eagerly pointed to the study on the right.
Shen You’an looked at the woman in front of her, smiling and squinting slightly.
Suddenly, Zhou Rong felt a strange sense of pressure, instinctively shrinking her neck; an inexplicable feeling overwhelming her.
"Auntie, I remember Aning living in the master bedroom. When did he start living in the study?"
"Well, Ningning is filial to us; the study bed is too small, so he willingly gave us the master bedroom."
Zhou Rong lied without a draft.
In fact, one day Rong Xianning came back to find Zhou Rong and her husband messing around on his bed, nearly fainting from anger, leaving everything behind to curl up on the sofa for a night.
Afterward, he returned less and less, mostly staying at the recording studio, sometimes in the company’s rest area, avoiding home whenever possible; the place completely turned into Zhou Rong and her husband’s domain.
"So that’s how it is."
The study had only a small folding bed of 1.2 meters. Zhou Rong hurriedly unfolded the bed and brought over bedding to make it.
Liu Runxi placed Rong Xianning on the bed, which creaked under the simplest movement, fearing a collapse if a turn was made.
Shen You’an sighed, "Aning is still growing; how can he sleep on such a bed? Auntie, Aning is your biological son, and you don’t seem to care at all."
Zhou Rong was a bit upset, thinking, who do you think you are to boss me around?
"He’s my biological son; of course, I care. It’s just that he prefers sleeping on a small bed, and I can’t do anything about that."
Go tell that to ghosts.
Shen You’an tucked Rong Xianning under the covers and raised her hand to measure his forehead temperature.
Rong Xianning’s face was unusually red, his forehead slightly heated.
Shen You’an pondered, "Aning may be allergic to alcohol, causing the body to release histamine, which could lead to fever. You must be careful and take good care of Aning tonight."
"Do I need your reminder?" Zhou Rong spoke with hostility.
She disliked this girl, whose words carried an air of sarcasm. Watching how she took care of Rong Xianning, could she possibly like him?
Zhou Rong squinted.
She scrutinized Shen You’an from head to toe, her gaze full of criticism.
Shen You’an took out Rong Xianning’s phone, checked its battery level, and placed it next to his pillow, ensuring he could answer calls promptly.
Liu Runxi said, "You stay here; I’ll go downstairs to buy medicine."
Given the woman’s demeanor, it was clear she couldn’t take proper care of Rong Xianning. If Shen You’an left, she would undoubtedly be worried; better to nip the trouble in the bud.
Shen You’an nodded, "Thank you."
Liu Runxi hurried away.
Rong Yu walked over wrapped in clothes, yawning, mumbling, "So lively here, is Ningning back?"
Upon seeing the girl quietly sitting under the lamp, Rong Yu was startled out of his sleepy state.
"You you you...?"
A fairy descended to the mortal realm.
Zhou Rong noticed the lust in Rong Yuhe’s eyes, seething with anger, delivering a slap on his back.
"You you you what? She’s Ningning’s classmate. She brought Ningning home because he was drunk; there’s another male classmate who went downstairs to buy medicine."
With Shen You’an’s back turned, Zhou Rong maliciously pinched Rong Yuhe’s ear, warning him to curb his desires.
Upon hearing it was Rong Xianning’s classmate, Rong Yuhe coughed.
"Well, Ningning started drinking at such a young age, not learning well. Could it be you guys bringing him down?"
Shen You’an turned to glance at the couple, her lips slightly curved, appearing gentle and obedient.
Rong Yuhe’s heart raced madly.
"Well, Uncle, you’re mistaken. Aning unknowingly drank champagne, allergic to alcohol. But as news says, Uncle can handle alcohol well, drinking excessively and beating people. Seems Aning didn’t inherit your good genes."
She accentuated the word ’good,’ her tone soft, enchanting Rong Yuhe, while Zhou Rong was about to explode with anger.
This little girl had an impressive way with words, every line dripping with irony, standing up for Rong Xianning.
Shen You’an saw sweat appear on Rong Xianning’s forehead and gently wiped it with tissue.
Facing away from the couple, she lightly said, "Aning doesn’t look like either of you; is he really your biological son?"
She subtly turned her head, a serene smile on her lips, like a celestial being, yet her dark eyes shimmered with deep and cryptic light.
She didn’t miss the couples’ moment of panic.
Shen You’an’s smile deepened.
Things were getting more interesting.
