Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 395 We Will Eventually Form a Group! 29

(The previous chapter has been updated to meet the word count.)

"You're saying all this just so I won't get into Leyu and steal your attention, right?"

Wen Zijia, who had been playing on her phone the whole time, jumped up. Her face, which wasn't ugly to begin with, looked somewhat ferocious under her fierce movements.

Wen Zhouting also stood up, staring straight at Zhao Zhao, "He's your brother, what's wrong with helping him?"

"Besides, if Shan Le hadn't seen my video back then, he wouldn't have even noticed you. You wouldn't have had the opportunity to debut now."

"Dad helped you, so now it's your turn to help your brother. It's only fair, isn't it?"

In fact, Wen Zhouting never expected that his child, whom he had ignored for three years, would develop so well in such a small, run-down company. It was truly unexpected.

The father and son stared intently at Zhao Zhao, who was sitting on the sofa with her head down, demanding that she do things from a position of superiority based on familial and moral high ground.

It's absolutely ridiculous.

In the corner, Qi Nanxing's clenched fist bulged with veins, and just as he was about to rush out, Zhao Zhao finally made a move.

He remained seated, but his demeanor was no longer so cautious. "In all my years, what have you ever done for me?"

"That old video? You're the one who helped me? If I remember correctly, you filmed Wen Zijia, right? As for my shot, wasn't it your own camera movement that made me appear in the shot?"

"The main character in the video wasn't noticed, but my few seconds of screen time as the clown was. Shouldn't you reflect on your own problems, Wen Zijia?"

"And when Shan Le came to me later, and Wen Zijia also wanted to go, I remember you said that this small, run-down company had no future and that you told your precious son not to get involved in this mess, right? What? Have you forgotten because of dementia? Or did you regret it after seeing Leyu develop?"

Wen Zhouting was furious, while Zhao Zhao continued to deliver consistent damage.

"You are biased towards your brother, selfish, hypocritical and mean. Now you are using moral blackmail to force me to use my connections to get Wen Zijia into the company. It's disgusting."

"And Wen Zijia, you're just as disgusting. You're not ambitious at all, you just eat and sleep all day. You're good for nothing but you're ambitious and want to get into a big company. After being rejected, you still tried to find connections to get in. You even came to me, the brother you've always looked down on, with an arrogant attitude. You're shameless."

These must be the toughest words Zhao Zhao has ever said in her life. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

Wen Zhouting and Wen Zijia immediately turned red. Wen Zijia even rushed up to hit Zhao Zhao, but Zhao Zhao threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw and he couldn't get up.

Just kidding, do you think all that physical training over the past few years was for nothing?

Wen Zhouting was furious and raised his hand to hit him, but Qi Nanxing rushed out from behind and pressed him down.

"Mr. Wen, I heard everything~" He smiled coldly. If looks could kill, he would have been dead long ago.

The matter ultimately ended badly, and Zhaozhao and that so-called family completely broke off relations.

However, he did not regret it, after all, he had wanted to do it for a long time.

He knew this day would come when Wen Zhouting casually sent him to Leyu three years ago.

However, to his surprise, the video of him cursing and throwing Wen Zijia over his shoulder that day was maliciously edited and posted online. In an instant, netizens who watched the video and listened to the recording all came to condemn Zhao Zhao and speak up for his father and Wen Zijia.

Unfortunately, this incident happened just two days before their assessment, and by then, Zhao Zhao, who was being attacked online, was too preoccupied to care about herself, and Xiao He had not yet returned.

"Brother Xingxing? What should we do? Xiao He hasn't returned yet."

Zhao Zhao couldn't even continue practicing her dance, so she quickly pulled Yu Xingli aside to talk to her.

When Yu Xingli saw that Zhao Zhao was absent-minded, he thought that he was affected by the words on the Internet. Little did he know that Zhao Zhao was thinking about Xiao He.

Have you been in contact with Xiao He recently?

Yu Xingli snapped out of his daze and shook his head.

Zhao Zhao looked anxious. Xiao He was so outstanding, he absolutely had to make his debut.

Taking advantage of a break in the restroom, he called Xiao He. The phone rang for a long time before being answered. "Xiao He, how's your dad? When are you planning to come back?"

As soon as the call connected, Zhao Zhao started talking. Xiao He was silent for a moment before saying, "My dad is fine, but I... I guess I won't be going back."

Zhao Zhao felt like her world had collapsed; her voice was filled with grievance, "Why? Why won't you come back?"

If Cheng Sui'an doesn't come back, then even Xiao He won't come back. It's a lie. They both promised to come back before they left.

It was so quiet on Xiao He's side that even the slightest sobbing from Zhao Zhao could be heard clearly.

"You didn't... cry, did you?"

Zhao Zhao didn't cry when she faced her biased father alone, nor did she cry when she was attacked by online trolls. But she cried only when she heard him say that he would never come back.

"You're all liars. You promised me you'd come back."

Xiao He's situation was rather unique. He hadn't expected the accident to happen so quickly. His father's health had deteriorated significantly, forcing Xiao He to devote himself fully to the family business at a young age, learning to be a businessman like his father, rather than an idol.

"I'm sorry, Zhao Zhao, I can no longer accompany you on the road to forming a group. However, I will accompany you in another way."

Even after hanging up the phone, Zhao Zhao was still a little dazed. She washed her face with cold water before she came back to her senses.

These were definitely some of the darkest days for Zhao Zhao. When she opened her phone, she was bombarded with indiscriminate insults from netizens. When she opened her eyes, she was faced with exhausting training, and at the same time, she had to bear the blow of Xiao He's departure.

That afternoon, Shan Le called him because of the video circulating online of him hitting and cursing people, saying that they had found out who was behind the rumors—his younger brother, Wen Zijia.

Zhao Zhao wasn't surprised; she knew it was him right away.

“Zhao Zhao, I think we might not need to clarify so quickly. As the saying goes, being famous even when you're in the spotlight is still fame. At this time, you might be able to use this traffic to expand your fame. Once the traffic stabilizes, you can release a clarification video and attract another wave of traffic.”

It's impressive that he can achieve this effect after just a few days of being criticized by netizens. In any case, he has a strong ability to withstand criticism.

However, unexpectedly, the online criticism of Zhao Zhao stopped abruptly that evening. Some people came to his defense, hired online trolls to fight back, and even bought trending topics to release unedited videos.

But this wasn't done by the company; it was done by Xiao He.

That very evening, Xiao He went to Zhao Zhao to curry favor with her, unaware that he had disrupted his boss's original plans.

Zhao Zhao's feelings toward Xiao He are still quite complicated, but seeing how much he cares about her, she can't help but soften her heart.

He explained his boss's plan to Xiao He, but he only said, "I don't want to see you suffer. Don't worry, with me here, your future career will definitely be bright and successful."

......

The assessment after three months of training arrived as scheduled. Before dawn, the remaining six trainees began preparing for the assessment early, and the atmosphere was quite tense.

The company deeply regrets Xiao He's departure, and Shan Le and Qi Nanxing have been looking gloomy these past few days.

At 10 a.m., the assessment officially began. They entered the dance studio in the order drawn by lot to perform singing and dancing, while the camera recorded their performances.

The rankings were announced on the spot after the assessment. Lan Sen was undoubtedly first, Yu Xingli was second with excellent singing and dancing skills, Zhao Zhao's dancing had improved but was slightly inferior to the others, but fortunately her singing skills were very good, ranking third, Zhou Zhiyan was fourth, Wen Muqing was fifth, and the last place was the laid-back Bai Siyi.

After the results were announced, the atmosphere between Zhou Zhiyan and Wen Muqing was very somber, because their abilities were evenly matched. Zhou Zhiyan ranked ahead of Wen Muqing in this final assessment, while Wen Muqing had always ranked ahead of him in Leyu's trainee assessment.

However, barring any unforeseen circumstances, the debut spots will likely be determined by the top four from this audition.

"I'm a little tired, I want to go back and rest for a bit." Wen Muqing looked at Zhou Zhiyan who came out, forced a smile, and went back to her room.

Zhou Zhiyan simply lowered his head and remained silent.

He wants to debut, but now he has to compete with his best friend for a debut spot, which makes him feel conflicted and very upset.

They would be returning to China soon after the assessment, so Shan Le took advantage of their rare free time to book a high-end hotel and gather all the staff and trainees together for a meal.

The company explicitly forbids trainees from drinking alcohol, so everyone present only drank beverages along with them.

On the surface, their atmosphere was very cheerful and easygoing, but in reality, there was a subtle sense of unease.

"Mu Mu." Zhao Zhao's voice was muffled as he stared blankly at Wen Muqing in the corner. He hadn't spoken a single word to them since the assessment ended.

Wen Muqing noticed his undeniable gaze, looked up at him and gave him a handsome smile. He stood up and sat closer to Zhao Zhao, announcing, "I'm going out for some fresh air."

Zhao Zhao nodded and stood up with him. "I'll stay with you." It wasn't safe for a teenager like him to be in a foreign country, especially in a hotel.

Wen Muqing just wanted some peace and quiet, but Zhao Zhao had already caught up, so he let him be.

As they leaned against the railing and gazed into the distance, admiring the foreign scenery, a few words of a foreign language they couldn't understand suddenly came from beside them.

"Zhao Zhao." Wen Muqing looked warily at the foreign men walking towards him, blocking his way.

"What do you want?" he asked them in English. Zhao Zhao's spoken English was not good, and she could only understand a few characters.

He listened blankly, and then saw the man in front of him and some people around him exchange a few words in a foreign language before he grinned and reached out to touch Wen Muqing's face.

"Hey! Why are you touching me like that!" Zhao Zhao threw a punch without thinking, but before she could hit the man, she was held down by the person next to him.

Zhao Zhao's face turned red with anger, and he struggled with all his might, but unfortunately he was too weak and could not break free at all.

Wen Muqing slapped away the man's outstretched hand again and quickly asked in English, "If there's anything you want to say, can you talk things out properly? Let go of my friend, okay?"

“It’s nothing important. You’re very beautiful, so I’d like to invite you to my private room for a drink.” The man also spoke a few words in English, but he still looked at her with a smile. However, in Zhao Zhao’s eyes, this man was lecherous and didn’t look like a good person.

Wen Muqing's face darkened. "I'm sorry, it's not convenient for us right now." As he spoke, he forcefully pulled Zhao Zhao away from the people holding her.

"Let go."

As soon as a bird spoke from behind them, the people released them.

Wen Muqing protected Zhao Zhao and tentatively took a step back. Seeing that they did not stop her, she ran and dragged Zhao Zhao back to their private room.

Back in familiar territory, the two finally felt safe and breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn it, are these foreigners crazy?"

This was the first time Zhao Zhao had heard Mu Qing swear, but she was clearly angered by those rude people. She smiled and comforted him, "Don't take it too seriously. Anyway, we're going back to China soon."

They had no grudges against each other, so it was impossible for those people to keep bothering them after they returned to China.

Wen Muqing's expression softened slightly. At this moment, she was extremely grateful that her country did not have such a psychopath who would start harassing people right away.

"Okay, it's alright, let's go back and eat."

The two naive teenagers didn't dwell on the incident that happened that evening, and after a hearty meal, they quickly forgot about it.

Just as they finished their dinner and returned to their rooms to sleep in the early hours of the morning, a phone call suddenly rang in Wen Muqing's room.

"Hey, boss, what's up so late?" Wen Muqing picked up his phone wearily, but Shan Le's next words instantly dispelled his sleepiness.

"Debut, me?!" Wen Muqing jumped up instantly, but before she could even celebrate, her mood plummeted to rock bottom.

"Mu Qing, the company can indeed let you debut, but the premise is that you have to..." Dan Le hesitated to say the next thing, but finally gritted her teeth and said, "The premise is that there is a drinking party tomorrow night, and you must attend it and cannot leave in the middle."

"Are you willing? If so, then you will have a spot in the debut lineup."

"..."

"Boss, don't you feel any remorse saying these things?" Wen Muqing calmed down, his heart turning cold. He was no longer a child, so he knew what those words meant.

"I'm only seventeen, and I'm a guy, and you fucking want me to work as a hostess?!"

Shan Le quickly reassured her, "No, no, this wasn't my arrangement. The big boss specifically asked you to have dinner with him tomorrow night. He came to me himself. I was just relaying the message; I wasn't arranging for you to do those things."

“If you don’t want to go, in a society governed by the rule of law, no one can force you.”

Shan Le wasn't that depraved; if Wen Muqing refused, he wouldn't force him.

"Whether you go or not is up to you. If you really don't mean it, then you can pretend you never heard of what happened tonight."

"What about the debut spots..."

"Hey, Mu Qing, I can tell you for sure that if you don't go to the drinking party tomorrow, your debut is probably impossible... I'm sorry."

Wen Muqing hung up the phone, and the glimmer of hope in her eyes was completely extinguished after hearing Shan Le's definite words.