Chapter 434: Chapter 434

In Feng Cheng’s memory, Rong Xianning’s emotional control was perfected to an extreme. Previously, Wen Yan had provoked and belittled him like that, yet he had never lost his temper. After Wen Yan left, Xu Si appeared, repeatedly provoking him with words and actions, but Aning had never quarreled with him either.

What did he see? For him to uncharacteristically reveal such emotions?

Feng Cheng followed his gaze.

Among a group of brightly dressed, charming youths, there was one person who stood out.

The words just now seemed to have been spoken by her.

Feng Cheng’s face had a hint of contemplation.

"An’an, it truly was my oversight," Huang Xi followed Yan Lu’s lead in addressing her as "An’an," then turned to glare at Zhu Shou, who was blocking the door, and barked, "Get out of the way and let them leave."

"Young Master Huang..."

Zhu Shou reluctantly stepped aside.

Feng Cheng quietly tugged on his sleeve. "Aning, let’s go."

This Young Master Huang still seemed reasonable. His friends appeared kind and principled, and it looked like the misunderstanding had been resolved.

Rong Xianning did not react.

Feng Cheng called him once more, "Aning?"

Rong Xianning suddenly snapped back to reality, left a brief "thank you" behind, and turned to walk quickly away.

The hurried footsteps carried a hint of fleeing in panic.

Shen You’an stood up. "I’m going to the restroom."

Gao Yuyue gave her a sly sidelong glance, as if her gaze said, "I know exactly what you’re scheming."

Shen You’an ignored her and walked straight out of the private room.

Xu Si was caught between staying or leaving, awkwardly standing in place.

"Young Master Huang..."

Huang Xi waved irritably. "Rong Xianning has already left—why are you still here?"

Xu Si bit his lip in frustration and exited the private room.

Zhu Shou patted him on the shoulder. "Don’t lose heart; there will be plenty of opportunities down the road."

"President Zhu, who were those people talking to Young Master Huang in the private room just now? I noticed Mr. Huang listens to them quite a lot." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel·fire.net

Zhu Shou warned, "Anyone who can hang out with Young Master Huang—what do you think their status would be? Just remember, these are people we cannot afford to provoke."

Xu Si took this to heart. "I hope President Zhu will continue to give me such opportunities. With the group debut night approaching, I wonder if I will be lucky enough to make it..."

Zhu Shou chuckled. "Relax—just with your sharpness, there’s definitely a spot for you in the debut."

"Thank you, President Zhu. I will continue to work hard and live up to your expectations."

A sweet talker is always well-liked, and Zhu Shou was no exception.

At that moment, a commotion came from the corridor ahead, accompanied by a boy’s sharp yell. Xu Si recognized it—it was Feng Cheng’s voice.

The two of them exchanged looks and hurried forward.

The top-floor hallway was U-shaped, with the private room Huang Xi and his group occupied located in the deepest part. As they rounded a corner, they saw, in the long, straight corridor, a man grabbing Rong Xianning’s arm and dragging him into a private room behind him.

The man was tall and formidable, while Rong Xianning was slender and frail—not an opponent by any measure. Moreover, the man had a black-suited bodyguard beside him. With such an imbalance of power, the boy still did not give up, struggling desperately to escape from the man’s grip.

Feng Cheng was petrified, standing to the side and screaming. But as soon as he uttered a sound, the black-suited bodyguard rushed forward and clamped his hand over his mouth.

Xu Si froze in terror at the scene.

Zhu Shou quickly tugged him into a corner to hide, covered his mouth, and whispered, "If you don’t want to die, keep quiet."

Zhu Shou released his hand and sneakily peeked around the corner.

Xu Si’s voice was low and trembling. "That... who is that? In broad daylight, he’s daring to...?"

Zhu Shou replied, lowering his voice. "Don’t ask too much. Just know they are people you and I can’t afford to mess with. Once they go inside, we’ll leave immediately."

Xu Si rubbed his arms, not wanting to linger a second longer in this place.

Thinking of this, a sudden idea struck him. He pulled out his phone, aimed the camera at them, and stealthily snapped several photos.

With these photos in hand, Rong Xianning—he’s finished.

Thinking of debuting, what a joke—this is his ultimate scandal.

Rong Xianning was being dragged backward by the man’s grip, utterly humiliated.

Outmatched in strength, the path ahead seemed hopeless.

But he would never yield easily. The boy clawed at the carpet with all his might—his nails cracking at some point—and gathered strength in his waist and abdomen, kicking out fiercely.

This kick, carrying every ounce of his strength, was indeed remarkable. The man staggered back a step. Rong Xianning seized the chance, scrambled to his feet in one swift motion, grabbed Feng Cheng’s hand, and ran.

The black-suited bodyguard would not let him escape so easily. He effortlessly snagged the boy’s collar and hurled him against the wall.