"Among these young men, is there one named Rong Xianning?"
The moment the name was spoken, a soft and melodious voice naturally echoed in her mind, like the first drop of dew falling on the blades of grass amidst the hazy morning mist.
Clear and glistening.
Zhao Heng was startled and asked, "How do you know? Do you know this person?"
No wonder the boss suddenly started paying attention to a particular entertainment company in Jingzhou.
Previously, it was completely unrelated.
Shen You’an finally understood.
This Rong Xianning was indeed the person she remembered.
In the next five years, the internet industry would experience rapid growth, and as internet capital entered the entertainment industry, the term "traffic" naturally emerged.
And Rong Xianning was the super phenomenon born of the internet era, staying at the top for ten years without falling, far surpassing the concept of "traffic" to become a truly epoch-making super idol.
If Plato’s philosophy makes beauty measurable, then the existence of top-tier celebrities makes the value of stardom quantifiable. As Hua Country’s unparalleled entertainment super-icon, Rong Xianning’s commercial value had become incalculable, standing at the pinnacle of the celebrity hierarchy, without a predecessor, and unattainable by successors.
When Shen You’an debuted, Rong Xianning was already a widely recognized figure. A star of his status could never appear unnoticed, always surrounded by an adoring crowd, Shen You’an could only catch a distant glimpse of his tall and slender silhouette.
She had heard his name countless times, but she had never truly encountered him.
Because, in that timeline, they belonged to entirely different worlds, like two ends of parallel lines that would never intersect.
So, gradually, he faded from the river of memory.
Could her rebirth have triggered a butterfly effect, bringing her into contact with the yet-to-be-famous Rong Xianning?
But in her past life, Shen You’an distinctly remembered that Rong Xianning wasn’t from Qingzhou, so why would he show up in Qingzhou at this point?
And there was that peculiar dream.
Questions piled up in her mind, and Shen You’an felt certain that Rong Xianning harbored secrets.
Liang Ruofan hadn’t received Director Cen’s call, but he did get a tearful complaint from Yu Jiarui.
From Yu Jiarui’s account, Liang Ruofan learned the ins and outs of the matter.
"Tianlu Bank got involved in the investment?"
Liang Ruofan was utterly incredulous but was forced to accept the reality.
When Tianlu Bank entered Hua Country, they relied almost entirely on staff dispatched from their overseas headquarters. Forget about networking—there wasn’t the slightest connection.
Besides, Tianlu Bank imposed stringent internal management, making it virtually impossible to extract any information.
This time, they could only chalk it up to bad luck.
Feeling irritated, Liang Ruofan paced back and forth in his room. At that moment, his phone sitting on the table suddenly chimed.
Liang Ruofan picked up his phone and glanced at the screen.
Someone had sent a photo—a hotel room key card along with a somewhat provocative selfie.
Liang Ruofan gritted his teeth, his gaze growing darker.
He grabbed his jacket off the sofa, went to the underground garage, and drove out.
"Ruofan, Mr. Xie is looking everywhere for you...."
Liang Ruofan curled his lips into a cool smirk, his gaze icy cold. "Tell her I’m on vacation."
With that, he ended the call and immediately turned off his phone.
Tomorrow he would join the production. If he didn’t settle the matter with Tian Wei before then, it would become a major hassle.
Luuo Yunqi, who had been lurking in the parking lot for several days, finally saw Liang Ruofan leave today.
She instructed her driver, "Follow carefully. Don’t let him notice."
Her driver chuckled knowingly, "Don’t worry, I’ve got experience."
Another one out hunting for dirt, it seemed.
When Luuo Yunqi noticed that Liang Ruofan had driven to Blue Sky Hotel, her suspicions deepened.
So, Liang Ruofan was here to meet someone?
Since Xie Shiyao was currently at the company, it definitely wasn’t her.
If that turned out to be the case, then Tian Wei might have a shot at being saved.
With this thought, Luuo Yunqi disguised herself, stepped out of the car, and entered the elevator alongside Liang Ruofan, who was also disguised.
Liang Ruofan selected the sixteenth floor. Luuo Yunqi narrowed her eyes.
The sixteenth floor housed business suites. Luuo Yunqi casually pressed the button for the seventeenth.
Arriving at the seventeenth floor—a restaurant—Luuo Yunqi found a waiter and slyly paid them for a set of staff uniforms. After changing, she took the stairs down to the sixteenth floor, arriving just as a cleaning lady was tidying the hallway.
"Ma’am, the guest just dropped their room key card. Could you tell me which room they entered?"
The cleaning lady, seeing her dressed as hotel staff, didn’t suspect a thing and pointed ahead, "Room 1608."