Rong Ruoyao scrolled through the trending comnts on social dia, a faint smirk playing on her lips. The monthly exam rankings for the entire grade had been uploaded to Weibo by her alternate account, tagged with several major influencer accounts. Once those accounts reposted it, the topic exploded as expected.
At the sa ti, she used her alternate account to upload certificates of her achievents in piano, calligraphy, art, and other fields.
If it was a competition about who was the top student, she had never lost in that regard.
Sure enough, Rong Ruoyao’s na also trended, with floods of praise in the comnts.
anwhile, Rong Yu was being torn apart by criticism.
Rong Yu herself didn’t care.
As a public figure, she had to accept being scrutinized by netizens.
She could handle it, but Ji Zhouye couldn’t. Neither could the entire Class 20, who all picked up their phones and waged war across the internet.
Rong Yu felt inexplicably touched.
She hadn’t known these students for long, yet they defended her so fiercely.
But with so many netizens attacking her, the few dozen students in Class 20 were no match. In the end, they had no choice but to reluctantly back down.
That afternoon, No. 1 High School held a parent-teacher eting.
The school had notified parents well in advance.
Rong Yu had assud Rong Wangtian wouldn’t show up. Standing on the sports field, she turned around and saw him walking in alongside others.
Shen Lin often attended Rong Ruoyao’s parent-teacher etings, so many parents recognized her. The mont she entered, she was surrounded.
"Teacher Shen, you’ve raised your daughter so well. Yaoyao is first in her class again."
"Yaoyao has consistently ranked first in the humanities division—she’s definitely getting into Peking University."
"Teacher Shen, could you share so parenting tips with us?"
Shen Lin smiled. "It’s all Yaoyao’s discipline. She’s loved studying since she was little and never needed supervision..."
Rong Wangtian walked over to the Class 20 parents’ section.
His gaze imdiately landed on Rong Yu, standing with a group of boys—one with pink-dyed hair, another playing gas on his phone, slouching like delinquents.
Spending all her ti with troublemakers—no wonder she ranked last.
One daughter was first in her class.
The other was dead last.
The contrast made his blood boil.
Rong Wangtian strode over and lashed out. "I paid good money to send you to No. 1 High, and this is how you repay ? Fooling around every day—if you keep this up, you won’t even qualify to sweep streets in the future!"
Rong Yu frowned.
Before she could respond, a voice cut in.
She looked up—it was Steward Yu.
Steward Yu had co in place of Old Master Ji to attend Ji Zhouye’s parent-teacher eting. Rushing to the school, he was t with the sight of soone berating Miss Rong.
At the Ji household, Miss Rong was treated like royalty.
Yet in the Rong family, she endured such humiliation!
"President Rong, don’t you think your words are inappropriate?" Steward Yu suppressed his anger, speaking calmly. "No matter what, you shouldn’t sha and belittle your child in public like this."
"And who are you? Why are you ddling?" Rong Wangtian’s face darkened at the challenge. "She’s failing—I’m disciplining my child. What does it have to do with you?"
Other parents nearby couldn’t stay silent.
"You’re Rong Yu’s father, right? She ranked last this ti because she missed the exam, not because her grades are bad."
"Exactly! My child made it into the top 100 this ti, all thanks to Rong Yu’s help."
"My daughter improved by over 30 points in physics after studying with Rong Yu. I was planning to thank her after the eting."
"Your child is already outstanding. There’s no need for such harsh words..."
The parents’ collective defense only made Rong Wangtian scoff in disbelief.
Failing and still getting so many excuses? Unbelievable.
These people wouldn’t understand unless the knife was at their own throats.
Just then, Rong Wangtian’s phone buzzed. Glancing at the caller ID—President Hai of Hai Corporation—he straightened instantly.
"President Hai... Understood. I’ll be right there."
The deal with Hai Corporation was top priority—not a second could be wasted. He quickly inford Pei Yaru before turning to leave.
"Great-Grandma, your dad’s got so nerve," Ji Zhouye cracked his knuckles. "Want to get so guys to jump him with a sack?"
Rong Yu rolled her eyes. "You’d be better off morizing a few formulas."
No matter what, Rong Wangtian was her biological father in this life. As long as he didn’t cross moral lines, she could let most things slide.
Steward Yu, however, frowned slightly.
Had he heard right? Did Rong Wangtian just say "President Hai"? As in Hai Corporation’s President Hai?
Hai Corporation, like the Ji Group, was a leading enterprise in Haicheng. A conglorate of that scale wouldn’t normally collaborate with the Rong family. And even if by so chance they did, President Hai wouldn’t personally contact Rong Wangtian...
It wasn’t his concern, so he didn’t dwell on it.
Picking up Class 20’s score sheet, he felt a surge of relief.
Over the years, he had always attended parent-teacher etings for the fifth young master. Every ti, Ji Zhouye ranked among the bottom three.
This ti, at least, there was progress.
Amid the noise, the parent-teacher eting officially began—first with speeches from the principal and vice principal, both droning on for nearly an hour.
Then ca the student representatives.
For the science division: Song Huai.
For the humanities division: Rong Ruoyao.
Gasps and murmurs rose from the crowd.
"Such a golden couple—so enviable."
"Bring the marriage registry office here! Let them tie the knot on the spot!"
"This is too perfect. With looks like theirs, they should have eight sons."
"Hahaha, soone’s jealous."
"..."
Standing on stage, Rong Ruoyao basked in the attention.
This was where she belonged—under the spotlight, radiant, always the center of admiration.
Her gaze drifted toward Class 20.
Among the sea of faces, she instantly spotted Rong Yu, chatting casually with Ji Zhouye, completely at ease.
There wasn’t a trace of envy or resentnt in Rong Yu’s eyes.
How could she not feel jealous?
Rong Ruoyao refused to believe it.
Rong Yu must just be hiding it well.
Beside her, Song Huai, after finishing his speech, instinctively glanced at Rong Yu.
Soone invited by the Fourth Aerospace Research Institute had to be exceptional—even if he hadn’t yet seen where that brilliance lay.
After they stepped down, the academic director announced the scholarship recipients.
The Ji Group’s monthly scholarships, tied to exam performance, were unprecedentedly generous, motivating countless underprivileged students.
A long line of students stood on stage.
Ji Zhouye and Chen Nian were among them.
Ji Zhouye hadn’t wanted to go up—his family wasn’t poor.
But his records listed him as an orphan, so the school automatically classified him as a scholarship candidate without application.
Once called, he had no choice but to comply.
"..."
"Chen Nian—Most Improved Award: 12,000 yuan."
"Ji Zhouye—Most Improved Award: 8,000 yuan."
"..."
Tears instantly stread down Chen Nian’s face.
Twelve thousand yuan—more than his grandmother could earn in a year from collecting scrap.
It turns out that studying hard really can lead to wealth...
He was deeply grateful to the Ji family—truly, from the bottom of his heart.
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