Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 950 - 454: Tremble

"Don’t think I’ll cut you any slack. You’ll have to pay me back all this money in the future. You’ll work for me your whole life."

Ding Meng used a stern tone to cover up a hint of unease.

The young man smiled faintly, "Okay."

Ding Meng remembered something else and asked cautiously, "I read online that you have severe burns, which is why you never take off your coat. Is that true?"

An overwhelming silence descended.

Ding Meng quickly added, "It’s a rumor from your primary school classmates. If you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine. After all, it’s your privacy."

Ding Meng feared she’d touched on the young man’s sore spot, so she quickly ended the call.

She regretted asking such a sensitive question, it must be the most painful thing for Rong Xianning to face.

Rong Xianning looked at his phone after the call ended, sighing softly.

With his hair still half-wet, he returned to the bathroom, picked up the hairdryer, and dried his hair.

Looking at the young man in the mirror, Rong Xianning slowly took off his jacket.

On the shoulders and arms of the young man were winding, ghastly scars. The delicate skin had once been ravaged by fierce flames. Even after all these years, he still vividly remembered the pain of the fire scorching his skin, like a nightmare he could never wake from, haunting him day and night.

The scars grew as he did, resembling ugly and terrifying centipedes on his youthful skin, a cruel sight for anyone gazing at them for too long.

Tremendous memories surged forward, and the young man seemed once again immersed in that sea of fire, the tongues of flame licking fiercely, as if to devour everything...

Cold sweat appeared on Rong Xianning’s forehead, his face turned pale, his legs grew weak, and he almost lost his balance.

At that moment, the doorbell rang, bringing him back from the awful memories.

Rong Xianning put on his jacket, took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and walked over to open the door.

"Mr. Rong, may I speak with you?"

Standing outside was Gou Scar, who was now the complete opposite of when they first met—menacing and now amiably creepy.

Especially with that ingratiating smile, even his appearance seemed different.

Rong Xianning faintly frowned, "What is it?"

Gou Scar glanced around; the hallway was quiet late at night. This entire floor had been rented out, and every corridor entrance was guarded, making it impossible for paparazzi to be around.

"It’s like this, about the billion-dollar gambling debt..."

Rong Xianning interrupted him, "I won’t renege on this debt."

The young man turned around and returned to the room, took out a pre-prepared contract from his backpack, and handed it to Gou Scar.

"The debt will be repaid over ten years at the highest bank interest rate, this is the most I can concede, and also, I must take Rong Yuhe with me."

Gou Scar was taken aback, he didn’t take the contract, just looked at the young man before him.

Despite his young age, he had courage, responsibility, and a sense of duty.

This billion-dollar debt, he’d repay without hesitation.

He was more impressive than some mature adults.

No wonder Mei Fei was friends with him, in time, he would be someone significant.

Gou Scar dared not accept this contract.

"Mr. Rong, I think you misunderstood."

Gou Scar organized his words, pondering how to explain.

The young man looked at him confusedly.

"I didn’t come to collect the debt. In fact, this entire debt situation is a misunderstanding."

The young man frowned more deeply, while managing his emotions well, a hint of confusion showed in his eyes.

"A misunderstanding?"

"Yes." Gou Scar emphasized the word "misunderstanding," as if trying to convince himself.

"The people under me made a mistake. Your father’s gambling debt wasn’t a billion, it was ten thousand..."

Even Gou Scar himself didn’t believe those words, but he had to make Rong Xianning believe them.

Rong Xianning’s frown deepened, "Are you playing with me?"

The young man exuded authority without anger.

Gou Scar quickly replied, "No, I’m not playing with you. This is the debt slip."

Gou Scar hurriedly pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it for Rong Xianning to see.

It indeed had Rong Yuhe’s signature on it.

"Your father, indeed, came to our casino and owes ten thousand in gambling debts. As for the billion, it was a case of mistaken identity, a misunderstanding..."

To have things escalate to this point, followed by the other party casually saying it’s a misunderstanding...

It’s more of a joke.

Rong Xianning quietly looked at him for a few seconds, while Gou Scar found it hard to believe that such a young man could have such deep and oppressive eyes; it was partly due to his own guilty conscience.

"Pay off this debt slip, and we’re even. You can take your father away anytime, and we’ll cover all the medical expenses since we made the first move."

Rong Xianning noted the other’s abrupt 180-degree change in attitude, with a hint of flattery, a thoughtful look passing through his eyes.

Someone must have altered this man’s attitude.

Rong Xianning took out a bank card from his backpack, but Gou Scar hurriedly said, "Let’s just consider that money as compensation for Mr. Rong’s emotional distress."

Rong Xianning paused.

Gou Scar quickly continued, "I just called, the hospital conducted a detailed examination on your father. Fortunately, he’s not seriously injured, just some flesh wounds, and can be discharged after a few days of rest."

Rong Xianning put the bank card back and asked, caught off guard, "Who was it?"

Gou Scar knew very well who it was but he couldn’t say, or else that person would have his hide.

So Gou Scar racked his brain for words, hoping to use his celebrity status as a cover.

"Who could resist a big star like you, with such immense fame and influence on the mainland, it’s just that I didn’t do my research and thought you were just a third-tier celebrity—all exaggerated by your father."

Gou Scar appeared troubled, as if truly impacted by public opinion, forced to take drastic action.

It was indeed a good excuse, but the Nine Dragon Association wouldn’t be afraid of a bit of public opinion.

Rong Xianning was not convinced.

He wouldn’t be easily fooled by this excuse, wondering who was actually helping him behind the scenes.

"Mr. Rong, it was my mistake, and I sincerely apologize. I hope you can be magnanimous and forgive me this once. You can rest assured that I’ll safely send you and your father back, and I’ll personally clarify things publicly to ensure your reputation remains untarnished."

Rong Xianning narrowed his eyes, "Do you think the public will believe it? They might just suspect that I’ve made some shady deal with you."

Gou Scar cleared his throat, having forgotten about the reputation of the Nine Dragon Association—it just got worse as he tried to explain.

"What do you suggest we do? I’ll cooperate fully."

Gou Scar’s eyes showed hope—this was his chance for redemption.

"Keep everything as it is."

Gou Scar’s eyes darted quickly, understanding his meaning.

This young man was quite deep, knowing to leave himself a way out.

Gou Scar exited the room, relieved the other didn’t get too inquisitive. Having settled one matter, he barely had time to relax before receiving a call: Mr. Jin had gone missing in the mountains.

Gou Scar sighed, heading to the mountains overnight.

If Mr. Jin missed tomorrow’s shareholders’ meeting, it would be over for good.

The more Rong Xianning thought, the more off it seemed. He grabbed his phone and opened the local forum, specifically a business section, entering the keyword "Ouri" into the search box.

Soon, a new message popped up—a mysterious major shareholder of Ouri is set to return; tremble, Australia.