Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 988 - 492: Cruelty

As soon as Rong Xianning appeared, Zhou Rong waved excitedly: "Ningning, Mom is here."

Rong Xianning walked over with a gloomy expression and forcibly dragged Zhou Rong away without saying a word.

The TV station staff recording the scene continued to record, while others whispered among themselves.

A supervisor warned everyone: "Don’t upload the video online, or you’ll bear the consequences."

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, knowing the implications of this at the TV station.

Rong Xianning pulled her to a secluded spot, leaving Xiao Hu outside to keep watch, and then turned around to look at Zhou Rong coldly.

"Why are you here?"

Zhou Rong, eager to please, took out a lunchbox: "Mom made you your favorite sweet and sour ribs. I went to the market early this morning to buy fresh ribs. Do they taste like how they did when you were a kid?"

Rong Xianning’s expression remained unmoved, his eyes cold as ice.

"Did you ever cook for me when I was a child?"

Zhou Rong was rendered speechless by this single question.

"So don’t act like a loving mother in front of me now."

Rong Xianning’s words were cold as an icy blade.

However, Zhou Rong was shameless and had grown used to Rong Xianning’s cold demeanor.

"I carried you for ten months before giving birth to you. Nobody in this world loves you more than I do. I was confused before, but not anymore. I’ll try my best to be a good mom. Could you give me another chance?"

To be fair, Zhou Rong was quite attractive. Though she had aged and her looks had faded, her features still hinted at her youthful beauty. Her act of vulnerability could easily soften people’s hearts.

But unfortunately, Rong Xianning had seen this far too many times since childhood and was long immune to it.

"You came to my workplace to sabotage my job, didn’t you?"

Zhou Rong quickly shook her head.

"You made a scene in public like a madwoman, afraid others wouldn’t know I have a mother like you. You’re just as selfish as Rong Yuhe, always so self-centered."

Seeing that softness wasn’t working, Zhou Rong resorted to toughness: "No matter how unreasonable I act, I’m still your biological mother. Do you dare deny me?"

The young man’s face was pale and frail, bursting into a self-mocking smile.

"Yes, you’re my real mother. How could I possibly deny it? Otherwise, the spit of strangers would drown me."

So far, Zhou Rong hadn’t done anything overly excessive, so if she went out claiming he didn’t acknowledge her, no amount of explanations would suffice.

Reality was this inescapable.

Zhou Rong showed a satisfied expression, thinking she had found Rong Xianning’s weak spot.

"Nezha returned his bones to his father and his flesh to his mother. I often think, if only I could do the same."

The young man’s voice was as gentle as the wind, yet harbored deep sorrow and helplessness.

Not far away, Xiao Hu, who was sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, felt a sudden pang in his heart upon hearing the boy’s words.

The young man’s words seemed to provoke Zhou Rong, causing her to jump in anger, furious, "Are you insane? You’ll never be able to break free in this lifetime. You’re my biological son and can’t escape from us."

Rong Xianning didn’t want to continue this meaningless conversation.

"Don’t come looking for me at work anymore, or both of you can get out of my house. Even if you sue me until I’m ruined, I don’t care. Consider it paying back for bringing me into this world."

The young man’s tone was laced with endless weariness and fatigue.

With that, he didn’t look at Zhou Rong again, turned, and walked away.

Zhou Rong stomped her feet angrily, "You’ve always been like this, ever since you were a child. Will speaking nicely to me kill you? How dare you threaten me back?"

Behind him were the woman’s hateful curses. Rong Xianning walked slowly and firmly, each step seemingly on a blade, bleeding underfoot, but his face showed no expression, numb to the pain.

Seeing the boy’s unsteady steps, Xiao Hu hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Are you okay?"

Rong Xianning slowly steadied himself, took a deep breath, "I’m fine, let’s go back."

Xiao Hu glanced at Zhou Rong: "What if she continues causing a scene?"

"She’s testing my limits; just ignore her."

Rong Xianning used the words ’ruined’ to covertly test Zhou Rong.

This woman is shrewd and will likely not entangle any further.

As expected, Zhou Rong, after cursing slightly to vent her frustration, realized she was in a one-person drama, turned and walked away cursing.

After Zhou Rong left, a woman stepped out from a neglected corner of the wall.

Her attire was elegant and simple, her long hair neatly tied at the back. Though slightly aged with fine lines around her eyes, her skin was fair, and she carried an aristocratic air, exuding elegance and intelligence.

She wore rimless glasses perched on her nose, with wise and serene eyes concealed behind the lenses, observing the world calmly.

She turned to glance at the direction the woman left, then at the young man’s gradually disappearing back, lightly frowning.

The conflicts and quarrels between mother and son had just played out entirely within her hearing.

She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop; it was purely by coincidence.

She was a mother herself and found it unimaginable that such a mother could exist in the world.

Previously, she only knew Rong Xianning came from a poor family, with parents dragging him down. She never expected the truth to be so much more brutal.

For some reason, just hearing those few words from the boy, tearing off his facade, filled her with boundless heartache.

How much pain and desperation must exist to say the words ’ruined’ so fearlessly?

It embodied a fearless courage to go down together.

Parents are supposed to be the ones who shield him from storms unconditionally, yet ultimately, they wanted to pull him into the abyss.

It’s unimaginable how this boy made his way through in such circumstances.

At this moment, for a stranger boy, she felt an uncontrolled heartache, quickly overwhelming her emotions, casting a heavy pall over her mood.

Though she was empathetic, she had never indulged her emotions. This was the first time...

"Professor Na." The staff member chased over, breathlessly.

"I finally found you."

Na Amo was invited by the production team as one of the question setters for the final round of the ultimate challenge.

About participating in the show, Na Amo hadn’t thought too much.

She had been following the show and liked the celebrity contestants a lot. Meeting them in person was also nice.

Na Amo withdrew her gaze: "Sorry, I got lost, making you run around."

The staff quickly waved his hands: "No, it’s my fault for leaving you alone while taking a call. Please, follow me."

The staff didn’t expect Professor Na, who looked so cold and serious, to actually be so gentle and good-tempered.

Na Amo followed the staff, looking up at the overcast sky about to rain, the broken voice of the boy still echoing in her ears.

The autumn wind rose, sweeping up a flurry of fallen leaves. The sky suddenly changed color, signaling an impending storm.

The shadows, like the coming storm, loomed heavily in her heart.