Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 962 - 466: Dreamscape

The beauty on the hospital bed appeared pale, further enhancing her sickly, fragile beauty.

Upon seeing Rong Xianning enter, she moved her dry lips slightly, "Thank you for taking me to the ER, I’ve caused you trouble again."

Rong Xianning remained indifferent as he glanced at the IV bottle, "The test results are out; nothing serious, but to be cautious, you should stay a few more days for observation."

Lin Shu frowned slightly, "How much did you pay for my hospitalization fees? I’ll pay you back now."

Rong Xianning placed the bill on the bedside table and took a pen to write his phone number on one of the sheets.

"Let’s discuss it when you’re well."

After a pause, Rong Xianning asked, "Do you need me to contact your family?"

Lin Shu shook her head, looking incredibly fragile, "My mom is not in good health; I can’t let her know."

Rong Xianning nodded, indicating his understanding.

"It’s getting late; I should go. You... take care and get well soon."

Lin Shu hurriedly called out to him, "Rong Xianning..."

Rong Xianning stopped and glanced at her.

The girl’s eyes sparkled like jewels, sincere and bright, capable of touching anyone’s heart, making it hard to refuse her.

"I really like your new song, keep it up."

Rong Xianning smiled and turned to leave.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, leaving the room utterly silent.

Lin Shu stared in a daze at the direction of the door.

Amos had just been at the door, but he did not come in.

She also had no excuse to bring him up actively, or it would be too obvious and might incur Amos’s dislike.

This person was too hard to get close to.

Lin Shu frowned, lost in thought.

She recalled what Amos had said, that saving her was just incidental.

So who was he originally planning to save?

Rong Xianning’s face floated in her mind.

Though she didn’t want to admit it, her instincts told her that the person Amos truly wanted to save was Rong Xianning.

Lin Shu picked up the bill from the bedside table, upon which a phone number was written.

Her fingers tightened around the bill, and her clear eyes gradually became shrouded in gloom.

Li Wanqing’s vicious face, along with the pain and humiliation that was inflicted on her, tore at her nerves, dragging her back into the abyss.

Yet, when facing Amos, even someone as proud as Li Wanqing did not dare to act arrogant, compelled to behave meekly.

This gave her a thrill of retribution.

It also gave her a first taste of the beauty of power and money.

This taste was like an inadvertently opened Pandora’s box, enchanting and addictive, though she didn’t know what the future held, at this moment, she knew precisely what she wanted.

Clutching the bill tightly, Lin Shu lowered her gaze, quietly staring at that string of numbers.

The opportunity was at hand; she was determined to seize it.

——

Rong Xianning walked out of the hospital room; Amos had already left.

Xiao Hu rubbed his nose, "Amos asked me to tell you that he left for something urgent but left a car to take you back to the hotel."

Rong Xianning felt an inexplicable sense of loss as he walked out, asking, "Did he say anything else?"

"No, he seemed very busy; took a call and left in a hurry. By the way, he and Shen look too much alike; it would be unreasonable if they weren’t twins."

When Rong Xianning and Amos were talking, he was not far away, and practicing martial arts had made his senses naturally sharp, leaving him little choice but to overhear parts of the conversation.

The fact that Shen You’an and Amos were blood-related was as shocking to him as it was to Rong Xianning.

Two individuals from different parts of the world, with different races and social statuses, unexpectedly had a blood relation.

Xiao Hu scratched his head, unable to come up with any clues, while Rong Xianning appeared unfazed, seemingly uninterested in delving too deeply.

"Xiao Rong, are you really not curious at all?"

Rong Xianning was indeed curious, but other people’s secrets were not his to probe.

"Time will give us the answers."

Rong Xianning offered one final, cryptic response.

Back at the hotel, Rong Xianning immediately received a call from Ding Meng.

"How was it? Did you meet Amos?"

"I did."

Ding Meng’s voice was evidently joyful, "How did it go with him? Is he interested in you? Did you get his contact information? Is there a chance for friendship?"

Ding Meng’s questions came like rapid-fire.

"He’s An’an’s relative."

Ding Meng exclaimed, "I knew it! What’s the deal with this Shen You’an, able to connect with Amos! The entertainment circle is hers to rule now."

Amos also had investments in the entertainment industry; specifics of the companies were unclear, but for sure, and his stakes weren’t low. By year-end, when all major companies release financial reports, she would have someone dig into it thoroughly.

"I plan to return tomorrow."

"Okay, I’ll have the assistant buy your tickets."

No need to ask, that old geezer Rong Yuhe would definitely have to be brought along.

Currently, the public opinion at home was leaning in Rong Xianning’s favor; upon arrival at the airport, they could stir things up a bit, squeezing the last bit of value out of that old scoundrel Rong Yuhe, ensuring that their hard work and constant worries during these days paid off.

These few days, she hadn’t been idle either, and after seeing no hope with Chongchong, she had spent a lot to hire a new PR team solely to serve Rong Xianning.

As they say, one has to bear risks to capture rewards; with Amos’s connection, Ding Meng felt quite confident about the future.

Rong Xianning had a dream, and in it, he was someone who had already made a name for himself in the future, attending a prestigious fashion event.

The event was filled with celebrities, yet he still made the final appearance.

A woman tripped on the red carpet, her cheap dress burst open, revealing spring colors, causing a chorus of screams.

Scornful and mocking glances rushed towards the woman like a tide.

He stood in a dark corner, looking at the woman’s thin back, experiencing indescribable sadness.

When she returned backstage, she was greeted with a bucket of cold water, soaking her to the bone.

The woman shivered from the cold.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

The woman turned her head to thank him.

It was a face overlapping with Shen You’an’s, skinny, pale, with the marks of time etched at the corners of her eyes and brows, her once bright eyes now devoid of any spark, bleak and numb as if at the world’s end.

Rong Xianning suddenly awoke from the dream, gasping for air as if drowning in the darkness.

He sat up in bed; moonlight like water spilled over.

The dream was fantastical, jumping and illogical.

But the person in the dream was exactly the same as Shen You’an, so real.

And the feelings of pity and heartbreak when facing her were impossible to deny.

He lifted a hand to the position over his heart, the pain so genuine that even after waking, he couldn’t shake it off.

An’an will forever be proud and radiant, never allowing herself to fall to such a pitiful situation.

Dreams can only be dreams.

Rong Xianning patted his head, annoyed at having conjured such a terrible and offensive dream about An’an.

Once his emotions settled, he sat alone in the dark for a long time, lost in thought.