Feng Cheng’s heart raced, as if he’d just been called on by the teacher to answer a question in class.
Feng Cheng nervously walked over.
Fang Hui entered the dormitory and shut the door.
She began by surveying the room, her gaze landing on the spotless bed on the right side. The blanket was folded into a neat, square block—immaculately clean, almost excessively so.
This must be Rong Xianning’s bed.
Fang Hui curved her lips into a faint smile and shifted her gaze to the boy sitting at the desk, engrossed in reviewing his textbooks.
His back was straight, his posture upright. For someone so young, his demeanor was extraordinary—truly a talent with potential.
What a pity, though. This little wolf pup only wears the skin of a sheep.
He’d already shown his claws. If she didn’t take the chance to strip him of those sharp fangs and claws, someday his gaping maw would turn on them.
"With everything falling apart, you can still focus on studying?"
Fang Hui’s tone was dripping with sarcasm.
The boy remained unmoved. "If you’re here just to see me make a fool of myself, you can leave now."
Fang Hui was momentarily speechless. Over her many years in this industry, she’d come across plenty of young talents, but this teenager’s calm confidence, as if harboring a deeper strategy, was something new to her.
Yet, no matter how composed he pretended to be, he was out of options now.
"Rong Xianning, if you go back now, sincerely apologize to President Ding, and promise to behave from now on, she’ll step in to resolve everything for you. Otherwise..."
A cold laugh followed, like an unspoken verdict.
Otherwise, his career in the entertainment industry would end here.
In truth, the company’s PR department had immediately detected the wave of negative press as soon as it broke out. Under normal circumstances, their emergency protocols would have dealt with it swiftly and quietly, before it could ever escalate.
After all, a company as massive as Eternal Century certainly wasn’t a pushover—something was just a minor ripple for them.
However, President Ding had given explicit instructions: no one was to intervene. She wanted Rong Xianning to bow his head to her, to settle the score for the humiliation she’d suffered last time.
This boy was still too young, too naive. Someone his age, with neither power nor connections, what could he possibly use to oppose President Ding?
Blind courage? What a joke.
President Ding had the power to elevate him to stardom or crush him into oblivion.
Rong Xianning’s fingers hovered over his phone screen, seemingly chatting with someone. He didn’t even bother acknowledging Fang Hui.
This blatant disregard ignited Fang Hui’s fury.
Unable to contain herself, she lashed out, "Rong Xianning, are you really planning on throwing away your career in this industry? Is it so hard for you to bow your head? Do you believe that, overnight, you could be blacklisted from the entertainment world, your reputation completely ruined? Forget popularity—people will treat you like a rat on the street!"
"Oh, I absolutely believe in your company’s capabilities,"
The boy’s tone remained indifferent, though his fingers didn’t pause as they typed.
"In the past two months, hasn’t your company already received offers from over a dozen advertisers?"
Fang Hui frowned, "How do you know that?"
Rong Xianning was the first and only contestant from this cycle to achieve viral fame. Since the premiere of the initial episode, advertisers had started approaching the company. As time went on, more and more advertisers extended olive branches, explicitly naming Rong Xianning as their preferred collaborator.
The other four contestants under the company had been completely overlooked.
This was clear proof of Rong Xianning’s massive commercial potential.
In fact, the explosive success Rong Xianning achieved was unprecedented in the company’s long history of creating boy idol franchises.
While the company was pleased, it also felt helpless.
If only this boy would behave himself, all would have been fine. But he was so stubborn, so unyielding. Last time, he had even left President Ding with a memory she would never forget.
President Ding gritted her teeth and resolved to forego potential profit in favor of teaching this little wolf pup a lesson—breaking his fangs and taming him into a docile lamb.
Thus, all those advertising offers were temporarily suppressed.
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The boy’s gentle voice carried a trace of alluring mockery.
Fang Hui froze for a moment.
"I have twenty years left on my contract. If the company chooses to ice me out, so be it—it wouldn’t really affect me. The entertainment industry was never my ideal path anyway. I could always return to school, focus on my studies, and apply to college for a peaceful life after all this. But for your company, that would mean forfeiting a cash cow. President Ding may be rich enough to not care, but what about the shareholders? Don’t they care?"
The boy curled his lips into a faint smile and directed his gaze to the message box on his screen. A reply popped up: [OK, the money will be transferred to this card within half an hour, and the issue will be resolved within an hour.]
Rong Xianning’s eyes narrowed slightly as he typed into the message box: [Can confidentiality be guaranteed?]
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