CHAPTER 594: 230 YOU’RE NOT IN A RELATIONSHIP NOW, ARE YOU?_3

Fang Hui forced a smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Director Li is being way too harsh. You’re all still kids, at the prime of your growth—how can you not eat? You’re already skinny enough. If you keep controlling your diet, you’ll turn into paper."

No matter what she said, Rong Xianning simply refused to pick up the chopsticks.

Fang Hui placed the chopsticks back down and sighed. "Xiao Rong, your temper is still so stubborn. If you want to survive in this industry, you’re going to suffer because of it."

She glanced subtly at the boy’s face—no wonder President Ding cherished him like his favorite prize. This boy’s face was truly one of a kind.

With stage makeup on, the slightly winged eyeliner made his eyes appear both icy and alluring. Paired with his clean and gentle boyish aura, the stark contrast felt strangely harmonious. When those eyes looked your way, there was a kind of naive cruelty to them—as if untouched by civilized teachings, incapable of distinguishing good from evil.

It made people want to carve out their hearts and hand them to him.

Fang Hui froze for a moment.

The phone in her hand suddenly buzzed, and the boy lowered his head eagerly.

Whatever he saw made the corners of his lips rise into a tender curve.

—The plane just landed.

Rong Xianning’s heart raced wildly.

She had arrived.

He quickly typed a message—Let me know when you get to the TV station. I’ll bring the ticket over to you.

The other person replied swiftly—No need, I have a ticket.

Then another message followed—Focus on preparing for the competition, don’t get distracted. I’ll be cheering for you from the audience.

The boy’s lips curled into a smile, his gaze fixed on those words as if he couldn’t get enough of them.

"Xiao Rong, who are you chatting with, looking so happy?" Fang Hui probed.

This kid usually shut himself off completely, never getting close to anyone. Now, seeing him smile so softly in front of his phone, there had to be something up.

Fang Hui squinted, "Don’t tell me you’re in a relationship?"

The boy’s smile disappeared almost instantly, his face turning cold and aloof.

Fang Hui immediately switched to a lecturing tone: "How old are you? If you don’t want to ruin your career, you’d better drop all those ridiculous thoughts right away. If word gets out, you can forget about becoming famous for the rest of your life."

"President Fang is overthinking things."

"Let’s hope I am. But I’ll give you a heads-up—you’re a minor. You need to know what’s appropriate for your age and what isn’t. Otherwise, the company can make or break you."

The boy’s eyes flashed with a hint of mockery.

"President Ding is powerful enough to achieve anything."

"Rong Xianning."

Fang Hui stood up abruptly.

She drew a deep breath, trying her best to calm down.

Every conversation with this kid shaved days off her lifespan.

He looked like a gentle and beautiful young man, but he was full of thorns inside.

Forget it—she’d settle the score with him after tonight’s performance.

"Make sure you perform well tonight. President Ding will be watching from the audience, along with the investors invited by him. This concerns the next round of funding. Don’t embarrass the company."

Rong Xianning was being difficult, and President Ding wanted to teach him a lesson, to curb his arrogance.

But an overseas investor happened to favor the company’s project. For the sake of the company, they had no choice but to fully support this kid.

After all, Rong Xianning was unquestionably the most popular contestant on the program—neither Ge Qi nor the others could compare to him in terms of talent or appearance.

Rong Xianning’s face darkened. "Thank you for the reminder, President Fang. I’ll do my best."

"Good to hear."

~

Chunzhou Airport.

Qi Baotan dashed excitedly to hug Shen You’an as soon as she saw her.

"An’an!"

Shen You’an patted her back. "It’s only been a few days since we last saw each other, and you already miss me this much?"

"One day feels like three years apart!"

Zhao Heng personally opened the car door for her, acting like an eager lackey.

"Boss, after you."

The two got into the car, and Qi Baotan couldn’t wait to speak up. "An’an, was that piano prodigy who went viral last night you? Oh An’an, I love you so much!"

She had watched that video at least ten times and still couldn’t get enough.

With Shen You’an, no miracle was impossible—she herself was the ultimate miracle.

"But for some reason, when I tried searching for it again this morning, I couldn’t find anything. Maybe it’s a platform bug?"

Zhao Heng coughed and glanced at the rearview mirror. "Boss, we’re running out of time. Buckle up."

Then he slammed his foot on the gas, and the car shot forward like an arrow.

Qi Baotan instinctively clung to Shen You’an. "President Zhao, slow down! You’re scaring me!"

Zhao Heng had done it on purpose—it was no accident that Qi Baotan had brought up such a sensitive topic.

The boss had been blacklisted across the entire internet—there was no way he wouldn’t know this. If he found out which bastard was responsible, there was no way he’d let them off lightly.