Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 967 - 471: Prestigious Family

"Thank you, An’an."

Rong Xianning sincerely thanked Shen You’an.

Both of them understood perfectly what the gratitude was for.

Shen You’an smiled, "As long as everything’s okay."

Rong Xianning looked into Shen You’an’s eyes, through the lenses saw her pupils were deep black, like a dense ink that couldn’t be diluted, dark and profound like an abyss, reminiscent of black holes in the universe, seemingly possessing the power to absorb everything in the world.

The magic of those eyes was shielded by a thin layer of glass, with an internal restraint, hidden sharpness, and all things returning to simplicity.

An image of blue eyes floated subconsciously in Rong Xianning’s mind, deep and mysterious as the ocean, with ambitions that grew uninhibited like wild grass, spring winds blowing back to life.

The two pairs of eyes resembled each other so much, yet their aura was worlds apart.

If An’an was water, then she was like the highest virtue of water, calm and deep.

Then Amos was fire, bold and radiant, burning everything.

Rong Xianning was momentarily in a trance.

Apart from the possibility of being twins, could there be such similar people in the world?

"Why are you at school today?" Shen You’an asked casually, naturally changing the subject.

Rong Xianning’s half-formed thoughts shifted with the conversation. He replied, "I need to focus on preparing my new album, so I might not have time to come to school. Taking advantage of the time I have now to make an appearance."

In truth, he wanted to personally thank her as soon as possible.

Shen You’an thought of the new song Rong Xianning sang at the party, realizing he indeed had plans for a new album.

So, Shen You’an made a gesture with her left hand, squinting her eyes, putting on the air of a fortune teller.

"I reckon your new album will sell like hotcakes, and you’ll win awards till your hands are tired."

Rong Xianning was momentarily stunned but soon broke into a smile, a genuinely joyful smile that brightened his slightly weary visage.

Shen You’an also started laughing, "Don’t doubt it. I’m really good at fortune-telling; just trust me."

Rong Xianning nodded obediently, his brow and eyes filled with unconcealed happiness, "I’ll take your good words to heart."

The two chatted and laughed obliviously while the people around them grew anxious.

Their conversation was intentionally kept low, and no one could hear what they were saying. But seeing how happily they were laughing, everyone was curious about what the topic was.

But one thing was for sure, their relationship was truly extraordinary.

It turned out that Rong Xianning’s heartfelt laughter was like this, shedding the façade of maturity, appearing like a genuine teenage boy.

Before they finished their meal, the scene of the two dining together was trending online. Both were walking sources of traffic, and their combination easily dominated the trending lists.

The storms online were unknown to the two involved. After their meal, they parted ways, agreeing to meet the next day.

Tomorrow was the recording of the second episode of Brainstorm.

Rong Xianning stayed at school until the second class in the afternoon, leaving through the back door ten minutes before class ended.

He didn’t exit through the main gate of the school as fans had already gathered there upon receiving news. He left through the delivery door of the cafeteria, traversing a narrow alley, where a company-arranged business car awaited at the alley entrance.

To prevent fans from recognizing him nearby, Rong Xianning pulled his cap low, and as soon as the car door opened, he slipped inside. The business car came and went in silence. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

In the afternoon, there was a photoshoot for a commercial endorsement, and it was already ten at night when it was over.

Rong Xianning dragged his tired body home, only to find that his previously clean apartment now looked as if it had been ransacked by thieves.

Takeout containers with leftovers piled on the coffee table, fruit peels, and seed shells scattered everywhere, along with a thick aroma of smoke in the air.

The TV was blaring at full volume, and Rong Yuhe was sprawled on the sofa, snoring soundly, deep in slumber.

In his dangling fingers, a cigarette butt was about to burn to its end, and on the floor, a half-full cup of water was crammed with cigarette butts and ash.

Rong Xianning smiled wryly but knew complaining was pointless. He went to his room, changed into loungewear, and started cleaning up the mess.

Rong Yu was startled awake as the cigarette burned his fingertip, instinctively throwing the cigarette butt away, which landed squarely on Rong Xianning.

With a blank expression, Rong Xianning picked up the cigarette butt and tossed it into the cup of water.

Then threw the water cup into the trash can.

Rong Yuhe stretched lazily, "Why are you back so late? I’m hungry, make me a bowl of noodles."

Rong Xianning kept his head down, mopping the floor, and remained silent.

"Are you deaf? I’m talking to you, kid."

Rong Xianning took a deep breath and said, "I’ll order takeout for you."

Rong Yuhe said irritably, "I don’t like takeout, not only is it cold when it arrives, but it’s also greasy and heavy-flavored. If you don’t want to cook, hire a nanny for me."

Rong Xianning laughed in anger at his audacity.

"Rong Yuhe, if you don’t clear up your identity, you can just get out as far as you can."

Rong Xianning’s cold tone showed no mercy.

Rong Yuhe instinctively stood up and raised his hand to slap Rong Xianning.

Rong Xianning did not flinch, facing his slap head-on, his dark eyes cold and ruthless, inexplicably making people shiver.

Rong Yuhe’s slap ultimately didn’t land, as he cursed, "I’m your dad, how dare you talk to me like that, you have no manners."

Rong Xianning sneered, "If you at least delivered that slap, I would have respected you a bit more. As for manners, sorry, no one taught me."

Rong Yuhe snorted coldly, "Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. If I hit you today, tomorrow you’ll buy internet trolls to write articles saying I abused you, and then your fans will all come to curse me, while you gain everyone’s sympathy."

Rong Yuhe instinctively took out a cigarette, "Do you think I’m clueless? A parasite you raised, happy when fed a bite, vent on me when annoyed. What do you think? I’m your father and you can’t shake me off for your whole life."

The man’s smug expression made Rong Xianning instinctively clench his fist.

Rong Yuhe lit the cigarette, enjoying a puff, leaning back on the sofa, feet resting on the coffee table, looking drunken and deluded.

"Get me some money."

Rong Xianning looked at him quietly.

Rong Yuhe saw the hatred hidden in those calm eyes, but was indifferent.

"Of course you can throw me out, then I’ll live under a bridge, and it’s you who will be embarrassed. Oh right, you have quite a few competitors who all want to dig up dirt on you. If they find me, well, then I have plenty to say..."

Rong Yuhe now was a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, since the billion debt was already on Rong Xianning’s shoulders, he had signed off, no denying it.

Rong Xianning seemed to compromise, sighing helplessly.

"I’m currently penniless."

"Do you think I believe that? I’ve seen those brand clothes in your wardrobe, not cheap. I don’t believe you don’t have any secret savings, and this apartment, this location, this decor, wouldn’t be less than tens of thousands a month. You’re dressed so well and living so well, but you treat your dad so stingily, can your conscience bear it?"

"Those clothes were given by the brand I endorsed, the apartment is rented by the company for me. Every year I need to repay fifteen million in debt with interest. Do you think making money in showbiz is easy? Yesterday, as soon as I got off the plane, the first thing I did was go to the company to sign a new contract. To repay the debt, I’ll be increasing my workload, every penny I make after tax will be immediately paid to the company. I don’t get a dime. The company is capitalist, they signed me to make money. If I have no commercial value, the first to abandon me will be the company."

Rong Yuhe was stunned, "I’ve inquired, with your level of celebrity, you make at least tens of millions a year. Is your company scamming you? I should confront Ding Meng."

Rong Xianning sneered, "Have you forgotten that you sold me to President Ding for five million back then, now if you confront President Ding, what if she asks you to cough up that five million? She has the top lawyers backing her, you’d surely lose if it goes to court."

Rong Yuhe hesitated, "Well, what can I do? I need money to live."

Rong Xianning said expressionless, "Want money? Earn it yourself."

Rong Yuhe, who had spent his life indulging, really never had the thought of earning by himself.

Watching Rong Xianning silently cleaning, a daring idea popped into Rong Yuhe’s head, even scaring himself.

Finishing a cigarette, Rong Yuhe mulled over it, hesitantly asking, "Aning, I want to ask you something."

Rong Xianning didn’t respond to him.

Rong Yuhe asked himself, "You’re familiar with Jingzhou, so I just wanted to ask, do you know if there’s a wealthy family in Jingzhou with the surname Gu?"

Rong Xianning paused his mopping, looking up at him.

"Why are you asking this?"

Rong Yuhe’s gaze dodged slightly, "Just tell me if there is."

Rong Xianning squinted, carefully scrutinizing him.