Ding ng shuddered instinctively, realizing she was actually being threatened by a kid. The rage surged uncontrollably, but the mont she looked up, she t the icy-cold gaze of the teenager. The words she wanted to spit out got swallowed back.
No, she absolutely couldn’t let this brat lead her around by the nose. He was just bluffing.
Slamming the table hard, Ding ng glared fiercely. "Rong Xianning, do you know what you’re doing right now? Threatening ? I guarantee you won’t see the sun rise tomorrow!"
A flash of white light cut across her vision. Ding ng scread without thinking, only to see a dagger embedded into the table just fractions of an inch away from her finger. Her pinky finger almost ended up severed.
She collapsed back into her chair, drenched in cold sweat, still petrified.
"The knife’s right here. If you’ve got the guts, kill now."
Rong Xianning grinned, baring his teeth. In Ding ng’s eyes, this exquisitely beautiful teenager was sohow more terrifying than a demon.
Crazy, he’s absolutely crazy.
Killing soone—Ding ng certainly wouldn’t dare. At this mont, she was entirely shaken by the boy’s sudden and audacious act.
"I’ve got nothing to lose. If I die, so be it. But you, President Ding—you’ve got your luxury mansion, sports cars, your company assets, and your boyfriends. You’ll lose all of them. After struggling for half your life to get here, are you sure you want to gamble it all against soone with nothing?"
The barefoot fear nothing.
He had nothing to his na, and thus nothing to fear losing.
But those weighed down by desire, those who owned too much, feared death most intensely.
From the start, he had dominated this psychological warfare.
"Fine. Rong Xianning, you’re sothing else. I give up!" Ding ng growled through clenched teeth.
Rong Xianning cheerfully pulled a recording pen from his pocket and placed it on the table.
Ding ng’s pupils contracted. "You dared record this?"
"My recording’s synced to a friend of mine. If one day, I happen to et so unfortunate mishap—like rumors of committing suicide due to depression, or a car accident, or perhaps a sudden illness—my friend will hand the recording to the police. President Ding, you’ll be the pri suspect in my murder."
Ding ng ground her teeth furiously and glared daggers at the teenager in front of her.
"I really underestimated you before. Who knew your mind was so sharp?"
Rong Xianning leaned down and pulled the dagger out.
Ding ng imdiately leaned back in her chair, afraid he’d attack her.
"Can’t help it. When soone’s backed into a corner, they’ll do anything."
With that, he dragged a chair over and sat down. "President Ding, I think now we can have a proper conversation."
~
Half an hour later, Rong Xianning pushed open the office door and left.
The company’s top executives were all standing by the door.
When they saw Rong Xianning co out, their expressions were remarkably complicated.
The teenager smiled faintly, looking polite and easy-going. "I suppose there’ll be many more tis I’ll need your guidance in the future. I hope you’ll all look out for ."
Their gazes were filled with scrutiny and vigilance as they watched him.
Just monts ago, the assistant had redrafted a contract and delivered it inside. Compared to the previous version, it was practically charity.
Of course, given Eternal Century’s shady nature, they’d never admit this was the most reasonable contract.
President Ding had been threatened.
This seemingly gentle and harmless teenager, who appeared as ek as a lamb, had finally unveiled his sharp claws.
~
Inside the rehearsal room, the boys were half-heartedly practicing their dance routine. The formation was as chaotic as a ss of tangled wires.
"Alright, everyone take a break and collect yourselves. If this keeps up, we won’t even pass the preliminary selection." The vice-captain, Wen Yan, clapped his hands and called out to the group.
"The captain ran off. What’s the point of us even practicing? Might as well just disband." Ge Qi, the group’s rapper, collapsed onto the floor, venting his frustration.
"I heard the captain offended the TV station’s President Han. Looks like we really might be disbanded." Du Yuchun said helplessly.
"It’s infuriating. We’ve been training with him for so long, poured in so much effort, and now he doesn’t want to debut? He shouldn’t drag us down because of it! I think he did it on purpose. What could we have done to offend him?" Ge Qi angrily ranted.
"Aning must have his reasons. As teammates, we should understand him."
"He’s not even here, Feng Cheng. Your bootlicking won’t earn you any points." Ge Qi sneered sarcastically.
"Enough. Stop talking." Wen Yan interrupted coldly.
"No matter what, we and Aning are a team. If he’s not here, then we’ve lost our purpose as a group."
"Brother Yan, I won’t accept this! Why should he just leave whenever he wants, while we risk everything we’ve worked hard for, just to have our qualification revoked? I won’t accept it—I’m going to find President Ding!"
Ge Qi stood up and stord toward the door.
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