"Feng Cheng, how can you say that about Aning? Aning works so hard at dance practice every day, we all see it."
"I’m just saying what’s on all your minds. Stop pretending. They’ve gone far away; they can’t hear it."
The group exchanged looks with a hint of awkwardness.
When it ca to Rong Xianning, it was a lie to say there was no jealousy.
He was clearly the last to sign with the company, and he was also the youngest among them, yet President Ding seed to have a special fondness for him.
Young people are unstable by nature; without the right guidance, they can easily go astray.
Still, their complaints were just talk to vent dissatisfaction. To act out of jealousy—none of them had the guts.
"Where have you been? Made search everywhere." A woman in a red dress appeared. Her plump figure was voluptuous, her face painted with garish makeup, with sharp eyeliner curving upwards into a sarcastic arc that made her eyes look both harsh and piercing.
Rong Xianning pressed his lips together and spoke stiffly, "The practice room."
The woman broke into a smile, the flesh on her cheekbones bunching up, almost obscuring her eyes.
She stepped closer and reached out to pat the boy’s shoulder. The boy subtly stepped back, causing her hand to fall short.
The smile on her face froze instantly. She frowned at the boy, a flicker of displeasure flashing in her eyes.
Then, as if struck by a thought, she quickly smiled again. "Hard work paired with talent—no doubt my eye for people is the best."
"Co have lunch with Mr. He from Platinum at noon. I’ve prepared clothes for you, so go change into them now."
Rong Xianning stood firm, unmoving. "I don’t want to go."
The woman’s gaze turned icy, and she sneered coldly, "Don’t think you can push too far just because I favor you. This lunch, you’re going whether you want to or not."
The boy pressed his lips together, his delicate and outstandingly beautiful face pale with stubborn defiance—a purity that truly tugged at the heart.
Faced with such beauty, Ding ng had no choice but to compromise.
"Fine, fine. You don’t need to change. Clothes look good on a hanger anyway."
Ding ng walked ahead but noticed the boy still standing where he was, unmoving. Her temper finally slipped.
"Rong Xianning, let tell you, you’ve already signed with the company. It’s black and white on paper, clear as day. Whatever I ask you to do, you must do. Stop dreaming your romantic dreams from Spring and Autumn. Your mother sold you to for five million—you’d better face the reality."
Rong Xianning closed his eyes, his long, thick lashes trembling lightly, like a beautiful butterfly perched on his eyelids—fragile yet breathtakingly moving.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and in those beautiful pupils, there was only deep numbness and disdain remaining.
Ding ng smiled in satisfaction. "Now you’re getting it. Don’t worry, even though your mother doesn’t want you anymore, you have . Before long, I’ll make you the most famous top star."
Rong Xianning tugged at his lips as though to smile, but no smile would co.
In Wangyue Building’s private room, Ding ng arrived with Rong Xianning, where He Qian was already waiting.
Ding ng’s eyes sharped imdiately at the man standing behind He Qian.
She arched an eyebrow. "Mr. He, your bodyguard seems decent."
He Qian laughed heartily. "If President Ding likes him, I’m willing to part ways."
"That won’t do. As much as I appreciate talent, I’m not so desperate as to snatch from others. Best not to take what’s not mine."
He Qian raised an eyebrow—Ding ng’s words were truly ironic.
Everyone in the industry knew her reputation—the ruthless notoriety she carried was no exaggeration.
Suddenly, He Qian’s gaze was drawn to the boy standing behind Ding ng.
He Qian had an extrely discerning eye. This man had seen countless beautiful n and won to the point of indifference, yet the boy still managed to astonish him, lighting up his vision.
His looks, while striking, were secondary. What really stood out was the sheer purity of his aura—it was too exceptional.
So this must be Ding ng’s latest favorite.
Tsk, tsk—so young, so tragic.
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