Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 848 - 397: Coveting What Others Treasure

Sula didn’t know if she truly cared for Rong Xianning, but she had an excellent eye.

Her eyes were praised as Eyes of Golden Flame. Any artist she discovered could rise to stardom; this required not only luck but also an acute sense of intuition and exceptional aesthetic judgment.

The international market was already saturated and lacked challenges, so lately, she planned to break into the Hua Country market, a territory waiting to be developed.

From the first moment Rong Xianning appeared in her view, her intuition told her that this young man was the one she was looking for.

Afterward, she engaged in conversation with Shen You’an but continued to secretly observe him.

Neither arrogant nor humble, this young man possessed a maturity and composure that surpassed his age.

Such a temperament was more suitable for the entertainment industry, and under her tutelage, Hua Country would witness the birth of a superstar.

Unfortunately, his boss was a shrewd businessman who wouldn’t let him go easily.

Sula completely ignored Ding Meng’s aggrieved complaints, as if she hadn’t seen her tears at all, saying, "What a pity, I was considering offering him a chance to audition."

Ding Meng suddenly froze, her eyes widening: "A chance to audition for Star Youth?"

Oh heavens, she had exhausted all efforts to secure this opportunity from Wu Hao, yet here, it seemed like a matter of a simple word from Sula.

But what now? She seemed to have offended Sula.

Ding Meng turned to look at Rong Xianning, who stood silently there, listening indifferently to their discussions about his future and fate.

This reminded her of the previous year when she went to the Rong family to discuss Rong Xianning’s signing, and he silently sat in a corner, saying nothing.

As if no matter what fate offered him, he was indifferent—not because he didn’t care, but because he was numb.

Ding Meng’s heart suddenly ached; rationality told her she was a businesswoman, focused on profit, and Rong Xianning was her moneymaker, not to let him slip away easily.

But over more than a year, watching this young man grow slowly, his intelligence, his stubbornness, his sensitivity were all seen by her.

He deserved better development; she shouldn’t confine him at her side.

Inner conflicts raged as her thoughts constantly changed.

Only a few dozen seconds passed.

In fact, Ding Meng knew that the moment she hesitated, she already had the answer deep in her heart.

Ding Meng silently turned back, gritted her teeth, and when she looked up again, her gaze was firm.

"You are Xiao Rong’s benefactor; I believe you can certainly offer him better development. I’m willing to dissolve the contract with him; let’s set another time to discuss the specifics."

Either succeed or perish, selling Sula a favor was at least a connection with no harm in sight.

With this thought, the heavy stone pressing on her heart seemed to suddenly lighten.

Rong Xianning looked deeply at Ding Meng; being young, he couldn’t hide his emotions, appearing shocked that Ding Meng truly would let him go.

Sula was also a bit surprised, but upon more thought, it was quite logical; this woman was rather clever and insightful.

"Sula Sis, President Ding was the one who discovered Xiao Rong, so maybe it’s best not to take someone else’s discovery."

The cool voice of the young girl flowed like a clear spring, bringing a refreshing calm to the heart.

Ding Meng sharply looked at the black-clad girl sitting quietly.

She called her Sula Sis, hinting at a close relationship.

The black-clad girl quietly sat under the hazy light, cloaked in mystery, hard to decipher.

The girl looked at her with eyes clear like whirlpools, easy to get lost in.

Ding Meng shivered, dared not to look further, hurriedly bowed her head.

The aura around this girl was restrained but no less than Sula’s, with a faint stance of superiority between them.

Sure enough, after hearing her, Sula laughed heartily: "Since An’an said so, I’ll refrain..."

Sula wasn’t sure how the saying went; Shen You’an smiled and said, "Refrain from taking someone else’s discovery."

"Right, I’ll refrain from taking someone else’s discovery. This weekend’s audition, bring Rong Xianning over, leave a phone number, and I’ll have my assistant contact you later."

Ding Meng could hardly believe it; she first glanced at Shen You’an, who quietly drank tea with lowered eyes, not looking at her.

Ding Meng then looked at Sula, nodded repeatedly, hurriedly pulling out a sticky note and pen from her purse, and wrote down her phone number, placing it on the table before Sula’s eyes.

Sula glanced at it and tucked it into her bag.

Ding Meng’s mouth curled with a wide grin.

"Anything else?" Sula glanced at Ding Meng.

Ding Meng hurriedly waved her hand, pulled Rong Xianning over, "Sorry for interrupting your meal; I shall leave now. Enjoy your meal."

With that, she pushed Rong Xianning onto a seat and exited the private room.

Ding Meng felt dizzy as she walked out, as if dreaming.

Ye Zi quickly followed, assuming she had been drinking.

"Ye Zi, do you know the history behind Xiao Rong’s childhood sweetheart?"

Ye Zi paused, "Isn’t she just an ordinary high school student?"

Oh, not ordinary indeed, she’s supposed to be a genius in academia, likely pursuing research in the future.

"You’re wrong." Ding Meng looked quite excited, "She’s far from ordinary; we’ve underestimated her."

Her words held sway over Sula’s thoughts, and though she called Sula Sis, instinct told her Sula was likely to heed her every command.

But she was merely a good student in high school, how did she come to know Sula? And what power did she hold over Sula?

She was simply a mysterious woman.

Ding Meng couldn’t understand, so she stopped overthinking, as everything was moving in a positive direction.

Descending to the second floor, Ding Meng recalled the humiliation from Wu Hao earlier; she needed to vent her anger.

Inside the private room, Wu Hao and He Qian were having a jovial conversation, almost as close as brothers, with Chen Shucheng obediently sitting by.

Ding Meng’s arrival disrupted the harmonious atmosphere in the room.

Wu Hao’s expression darkened instantly upon seeing Ding Meng.

"I already gave you a chance earlier; it’s your own..."

Ding Meng strutted forward, grabbed a glass of red wine from the table, and splashed it on Wu Hao’s face.

"Yuck, you old sleazeball, you disgust me, touch me again, and I’ll chop off your fingers."

Wu Hao was furious, his finger trembling as it pointed at Ding Meng: "You bitch, do you know what you’re doing?"

Ding Meng sneered, glancing at He Qian, who was watching the drama: "Isn’t it just an audition opportunity? I don’t care; I have my connections, let’s see who wins."

With that, she turned triumphantly to leave.

Wu Hao was trembling with anger, shouting at Ding Meng’s retreating back: "In your dreams."

He Qian thought Ding Meng’s temper was still fiery; this time she deeply offended Wu Hao, and the audition opportunity was lost, making Shu Cheng’s chance seem even greater.

With this in mind, He Qian’s eyebrows brimmed with joy.