Drama Queen Reborn as a Top Student!-Chapter 964 - 468: Hypocrisy

Xie Jiajia later learned about Hu Xi’s situation when the police called her, notifying her to go to the station and give a statement.

Blue Charm was busted in one sweep, and the leader Wang Yu was investigated and prosecuted by the prosecutor’s office for human trafficking and prostitution. Hu Xi was also detained by the police pending further evidence.

Xie Jiajia, as one of the victims, was summoned by the police to give a statement to complete the evidence.

These days, she had been staying in Australia, subtly getting information from some friends she knew there.

Her main focus was still on Ouri.

The newly appointed big boss of Ouri, Amos, recently stirred up a storm in Australia. The city wasn’t large, and soon the news was all over the streets.

The first fire of the new official burned Wang Yu, whose notorious reputation now has everyone clapping for joy as he fell from power.

Hu Xi, his small minion, naturally couldn’t escape and had to pay the price for his past actions.

Xie Jiajia hadn’t seen Amos again afterward. Several times, she passed by the Ouri building, looking up at the imposing modern skyscraper against the blue sky, wondering if that blond teenager was in his office strategizing.

The experience that night with Blue Charm was like a dream. Sometimes she doubted whether it was real, it felt so unreal.

Did that blond teenager really appear in her life?

The two, so different, were saved by him; she was already grateful beyond measure and dared not imagine more.

Xie Jiajia took two days to recuperate and followed the company’s latest flight back.

Han Qing was the only one who knew what Xie Jiajia had gone through. She said nothing, just gave Xie Jiajia a hug when she saw her.

What shocked Xie Jiajia was that she once again encountered Amos in first class.

Seeing the teenager, all professional composure was thrown out the window, and she almost let out a scream in excitement.

The teenager responded with a smile, "We meet again."

Xie Jiajia took a deep breath to calm herself, but her voice couldn’t hide the tremor, "Mr. Mei Fei, if you need anything, please let me know. I will be serving you from here on."

The teenager nodded with a smile and quickly looked down at the tablet in his hands, engrossed and unfazed by anything around him.

Xie Jiajia returned to the rest area excitedly, and said to Han Qing, "It’s Young Master Mei Fei. Do you think we are truly destined? We took the same flight on the way here and now again on the way back."

Han Qing laughed, "Yes, yes, you’re destined, but Jiajia, no offense, that Young Master Mei Fei is much younger than you and from a higher family status. Keep your head clear."

Xie Jiajia was taken aback, pursed her lips, and lowered her head.

"He saved me. I have no other thoughts, I just want to repay him."

Han Qing sighed, "Let’s hope so."

"By the way, Rong Xianning is also on this flight," Han Qing said.

She tried to distract Xie Jiajia with gossip, "And his troublesome father too. I’ve been surfing the net, and his father’s behavior is just too outrageous. Let me tell you everything I found out."

Outsiders might not know, but Xie Jiajia knew that Amos and Rong Xianning were good friends and that Amos came to Australia this time specifically for Rong Xianning.

Therefore, she paid special attention to matters related to Rong Xianning.

Xie Jiajia then personally experienced the formidable nature of Rong Xianning’s troublesome father.

Rong Yuhe was relentless, demanding juice one moment and beer the next, treating the flight attendants as if they were his servants. Passengers around frequently glanced at Rong Xianning, looking at Rong Yuhe with disdain and contempt, but showing sympathy towards Rong Xianning.

Even though Rong Xianning was wearing a hat and mask, trying his best to stay low-key, Rong Yuhe’s face was uncovered, and his photos had been published online, gaining some notoriety through his celebrity son’s influence, albeit all negative attention. Yet this recognition did not prevent strangers from recognizing him.

Rong Yuhe perceived the public’s gaze as attention toward him, completely oblivious to the disdain in their eyes, like an old peacock showing off to feel noticed.

It was the flight attendants who suffered.

Rong Xianning finally couldn’t bear it any longer, lowered his voice, and angrily scolded, "Enough, haven’t you embarrassed us enough?"

Rong Yuhe was displeased, "I’m exercising my rights. What’s embarrassing? As the saying goes, ’the customer is king.’ I rarely get to sit in business class. Can’t I enjoy it? When will you let me fly first class? I heard the service is even better there, and the flight attendants provide personal care..."

When he mentioned "personal care," Rong Yuhe’s tone was extremely vulgar, his smile revealing a hint of sleaze.

Rong Xianning took a deep breath, suppressing the annoyance in his chest, "If you continue like this, I won’t pay a penny of your debts."

Rong Yuhe finally toned it down, mumbling, "You’re my son. If you don’t pay, who will?"

Rong Xianning’s hands hung by his sides instinctively clenched, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he no longer felt the pain.

He turned his head to gaze at the blue sky and white clouds so close outside the window, with the free wind roaming in between, mountains and rivers laid wide open.

At this moment, what filled him was endless exhaustion and helplessness.

Having barely made it through the flight, Rong Xianning never expected the awkward storm waiting for him.

He took the VIP passage to avoid the crowd of fans and media, but even so, he encountered a swarm of media and fans at the exit.

At that moment, as the flashlights flickered and the crowd surged toward him, his heart was numb with despair.

He knew these people were arranged by Ding Meng.

The media’s questions were sharp and cold, "Rong Xianning, did you really pay off your father’s gambling debts? Rumors say your company’s boss sold foreign assets to help you. Is all this true? Are you going to work for your boss for the rest of your life?"

Rong Yuhe stepped out from behind Rong Xianning, blocking the latter, and said discontentedly, "What are you doing? You’re blocking our way, move aside, move aside."

The media only then noticed Rong Yuhe, each as excited as if discovering a new continent.

Microphones and cameras were re-aimed at Rong Yuhe.

"Are you Rong Xianning’s father, Mr. Rong Yuhe?"

Facing the media cameras, Rong Yuhe was quite smug, even straightening his hair with his hand, "It’s me."

"Your neighbors reported that you are an alcoholic and used to physically abuse Rong Xianning when he was young. Is it true? Please respond personally."

"That’s a load of nonsense," Rong Yuhe reflexively cursed in front of the cameras, causing the media to frown and look on with disdain.

Sure enough, someone from the countryside lacks sophistication.

Rong Yuhe was completely unaware of his inappropriate behavior, "I’ve never laid a finger on my kid."

He pulled Rong Xianning in front of him and patted his head, putting on a face of a caring father.

"This child is sensible and well-behaved. I cherish him too much to hurt him. It’s those malicious gossipers who are jealous of my outstanding son and deliberately try to ruin our father-son relationship. Don’t believe them."

Who could believe such words? Rong Yuhe’s appearance alone proved he wasn’t a good person. Trying to act the loving father in front of the media, his poor acting only underscored his hypocrisy, making the emotionless and indifferent Rong Xianning beside him seem even more pitiful.