Ge Qi appeared indifferent outwardly, but his mind couldn’t help but recall the image of that girl.
Mysterious, beautiful—qualities that held a deadly allure for teenage boys.
Every time he thought of her face, his heart would beat faster.
"What a pity, though. She only has eyes for Rong Xianning."
Du Yuchun sighed.
It felt like everyone in the world only had Rong Xianning in their sights.
This unjust world.
"By the way, President Zhao’s daughter from Flying Leopard Company will be visiting later with her friends. They’re probably here for the team captain too." Du Yuchun, whose aunt worked as an executive within the company, always managed to get insider information first.
Rong Xianning was just about to open the door but got stopped by Feng Cheng.
"She’s in a conflict with someone outside—it seems to be President Zhao’s daughter." Feng Cheng, who had excellent hearing, promptly provided a live update on the argument nearby.
Rong Xianning frowned slightly.
"Our team captain’s charm is really something. Look at this—all these girls are fighting over you." Ge Qi’s sarcastic remark arrived late but not forgotten.
Du Yuchun and Xu Si crowded near the door to listen in on the commotion.
The more they listened, the more Du Yuchun found himself growing suspicious. He side-eyed Xu Si, and their gazes met in silent understanding.
This girl was brazenly standing up to President Zhao’s daughter without showing the slightest fear. Either she was completely clueless, or she had an even higher status to back her up.
Instinctively, the second possibility seemed more likely.
"President Zhao is here." Feng Cheng pressed his ear against the door, trying to hear what President Zhao had to say.
"Why can’t I make out anything... What are they saying?"
President Zhao’s daughter was later pulled away by the secretary, leaving the conversation between President Zhao and the girl entirely muffled and unclear.
Frustrated, Feng Cheng scratched his head in impatience.
Rong Xianning’s hand hovered near the doorknob. After a brief pause, he opened the door.
Feng Cheng, along with the eavesdropping Du Yuchun and Xu Si, ended up stuck behind the door.
What appeared in front of them was a slim figure. The footsteps paused momentarily, yet she didn’t turn around and instead gradually walked away.
At the end of the hallway, President Zhao’s silhouette slowly faded out of sight.
Rong Xianning stared at the retreating figure, his hands clenched tightly at his sides, remaining silent as he watched her go.
Feng Cheng peeked his head out from behind the door, curiously asking, "Why did she leave?"
Only when her silhouette disappeared at the end of the hallway did Rong Xianning close the door and casually return to his seat.
Feng Cheng approached him with curiosity. "Aning, do you know that girl?"
Rong Xianning picked up a magazine from the coffee table and flipped it open, but didn’t actually read a single word.
Feng Cheng didn’t receive an answer from Rong Xianning but didn’t press further either. "Since we’re in Qingzhou, I heard the night market on New Street is quite lively. How about we go check it out tonight?"
Distracted, Rong Xianning responded with an absent-minded "Mm."
Xu Si’s eyes glimmered slightly. "The captain’s popularity right now is so high that going to crowded places might lead to trouble if he gets recognized."
"With Brother Hu around, what’s there to be afraid of? Besides, we can go disguised—no one will recognize us."
Rong Xianning unlocked his phone and opened up his chat window. His fingers began typing something into the message field—typing, deleting, typing again.
——Thank you for earlier.
After that, no one disturbed him anymore. No brand representatives’ daughters, no company executives’ relatives—everything vanished from the scene.
Rong Xianning stared at the chat box, as time suddenly stretched endlessly.
About a minute later, the reply came: four short words—A small favor.
Rong Xianning’s heart unexpectedly began racing, and a faint smile appeared on the edge of his lips.
Feng Cheng, watching that subtle smile, internally screamed, "Aaaah, do you have any idea you’re breaking the rules right now?!"
What was on that phone?!
Feng Cheng tried snooping closer, but Rong Xianning, almost as if he had eyes on the back of his head, quickly tucked the phone away.