Rong Xianning was locked up for a whole day, and no one brought him food, leaving him on purpose.
Xiao Hu found an opportunity to bring him so bread and water to stave off hunger.
However, Rong Yuhe’s situation was not good; he had a high fever.
Rong Xianning fed him so water, which Rong Yuhe imdiately vomited out, his face flushed unnaturally.
Rong Xianning indifferently withdrew his hand.
Until the next evening, Rong Yuhe’s condition worsened, and he began to mutter nonsense.
Though his speech was unclear in his delirium, Rong Xianning heard Zhou Rong’s na.
It seed he was cursing Zhou Rong for abandoning him and running off with another man.
Rong Xianning’s eyes flicked with disgust.
Yet Rong Yuhe’s nonsense had to fall into his ears, and Rong Xianning caught a few key words, son, bunker...
To rember even his son in his dreams was sothing, but Rong Xianning was not moved, knowing full well that in this man’s eyes, his son was rely a money tree to fulfill his desires and vanity.
As for what bunker ans? Was he carrying a pack of explosives in his dreams?
Rong Xianning was about to ponder deeply when hurried footsteps drew near, and then the door opened, and soone ca in.
Before Rong Xianning could react, he was taken outside.
"What are you going to do?"
The other party carefully gave a smiling face, "Mr. Rong, earlier we failed to recognize your importance, and hope you won’t hold it against us, please forgive us this once."
Rong Xianning was bewildered by the other’s sudden change in attitude.
How could the previously fierce ghosts turn into cordial people? There had to be a reason.
Rong Xianning calmly looked back at Rong Yuhe lying on the ground.
"He’s sick and needs to be sent to the hospital."
The other party imdiately said, "That’s easy, I’ll arrange for soone to take him to the hospital right away."
With a wave of a hand, soone imdiately ca in, lifted Rong Yuhe, and left quickly.
The moon was high in the sky, and all around was peaceful and quiet. Rong Xianning glanced around, indeed it was the backyard of a temple, where the morning bell and evening drum never stopped, and the sound of the wooden fish seed to co from a distant horizon, with a calming and peaceful power.
The sa car was parked outside; only yesterday he was forced, today he was respectfully escorted into the car.
Rong Xianning had many doubts inside, but it was clearly not the ti for questions, so he silently got into the car, and his confiscated phone was returned to him.
Rong Xianning powered on the phone, finding many missed calls and WeChat ssages, most of them from Ding ng.
Shen You’an’s ssage box was quiet.
Rong Xianning lowered his eyelids; he wasn’t even in the mood to look at the trending news about him.
Without looking, he could guess it was still the usual fan battles.
Having the reputation of a debt-ridden child, it’s like handing the haters a good knife, and it’s likely impossible to shake off for life.
But after this episode, Rong Xianning’s mindset had long changed, and he wouldn’t dwell on those ethereal things anymore.
He stared at the changing night view outside the car window, lost in thought.
The car stopped, and the bold letters of Junhua Hotel shimred in the night.
The other party arranged for him to stay in a suite at Junhua Hotel, with a full array of food, and cautiously gave smiling faces.
Rong Xianning charged his phone battery, took a shower, and was about to eat sothing when Ding ng’s call ca through.
Rong Xianning answered, placing the phone to his ear, "Amitabha, you finally picked up. If you hadn’t, I was going to call the police."
That day and night, Ding ng was anxiously on edge.
"I’m fine." Rong Xianning spoke, realizing his voice was a bit hoarse, so he lightly coughed to cover it up.
"Why didn’t you answer before? Did you see Rong Yuhe? Did the Nine Dragon Association give you any trouble?" Ding ng fired off questions like rapid gunfire.
"The phone was out of battery before; I saw Rong Yuhe, the Nine Dragon Association... didn’t give any trouble." Rong Xianning answered honestly to calm Ding ng’s anxiety.
"It seems your celebrity status did the trick; they’re afraid the dia crisis will affect their mainland clients, and naturally they wouldn’t dare touch you." Hearing Rong Xianning was safe, Ding ng breathed a sigh of relief.
"So now it’s ti to negotiate with them, are you confident?"
Rong Xianning stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, imrsed in the night-lit casino city’s facade of prosperity, not knowing how much danger and filth lay hidden in the darkness.
"I’ll bring Rong Yuhe back safely."
Thinking of sothing, Ding ng asked, "What about Shen You’an? Is she with you?"
Rong Xianning’s answer was silence.
Ding ng snorted coldly, "I knew she’d just talk big when push cos to shove, she’d back out, a complete fraud."
"She’s not." Rong Xianning firmly refuted.
Ding ng paused, "You’re still speaking for her, no idea what she’s done to bewitch you." The tone was sour.
Rong Xianning replied firmly, "She wouldn’t lie to ."
His intuition told him that An’an hadn’t lied to him.
He rembered An’an’s parting words, she’d accompany him in another way.
Rong Xianning’s heart skipped a beat, inexplicably, he was steadfast in believing An’an was always by his side.
He wouldn’t allow anyone to disparage An’an.
Ding ng didn’t want to dispute him over this, so changed the subject: "That fan of yours, Chongchong, is truly impressive, single-handedly turning the public opinion around."
Rong Xianning knew about this big fan, who had great prestige in his fan circle, able to rally support, and was a highly skilled hacker that few dared to provoke, although seldom online, shrouded in mystery.
Rong Xianning asked, "What did she do?"
"Right, you probably haven’t had ti to go online today; I was originally going to focus on your backstory, play the sympathy card for the public, but your big fan acted swiftly, had already done a thorough investigation, throwing facts and evidence..."
Ding ng’s tone softened, "Now I know, your childhood was so miserable, your parents were utterly heartless."
Rong Xianning’s big fan was incredibly skilled, sohow acquiring photos from Rong Xianning’s elentary school days, the little boy in the photos had a face full of bruises, clearly from beatings, plus there were live videos from the Rong family’s neighbors and Rong Xianning’s primary school teachers and classmates as testimony.
Rong Yuhe gambled recklessly, and every ti he lost, he would beat up Rong Xianning to vent. The little child couldn’t resist, often attending school covered in bruises, and the school teachers knew about it, made house visits, but were threatened by Rong Yuhe. Rong Xianning’s classmates knew the most about it, spoke about Rong Xianning’s tragic childhood.
"Rong Xianning, he is indeed my most unforgettable classmate from primary school, even after so many years, because his clothes were always ill-fitting, so too large, so too small, clearly picked from others’ castoffs, his face often had wounds, when we asked he said nothing, during recess he’d rummage through the trash bin to collect mineral water bottles, after school he’d take them to the recycling station to sell, he said ten bottles could be exchanged for a di, which could buy a bun to sustain him for a day..."
"I always wondered why he had parents yet lived like that, until one day after school I saw a man at the school gate snatch the money he’d saved for a month from selling recyclables, intended for buying study materials, that man took the money and slapped him, and he called that man dad, it was then I realized, not all parents love their children in this world."
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