Yu Nianen looked at him blankly. None of the men behind him dared to step forward to stop him, including the school leaders.
No one dares to say anything about Mr. Rong, not even if they feel like a leopard.
Being able to invite him to the school to observe the rehearsal today is a great honor to their college!
They didn't know that Rong Beiming came just because Yu Nianen was a student here.
"This is school." Yu Nianen was a little helpless, her voice was trembling, her feet felt like they were filled with lead, and she couldn't move even one step.
"Yeah! I thought you didn't know this was a school. Did you regard this as a place to reminisce about old friendships? We had a great time chatting? We were so tearful that we staged a soap opera?" He looked down at her with a low voice.
His voice was extremely cold.
It was impossible to see her tears in the first place, but the terrible thing was that the tears were shed for another man. Thinking about it made her feel extremely depressed.
"Come here!" he shouted again, his expression a little impatient.
Just as Yu Nianen was about to take a step, Ding Ziqian reached out to grab her.
Rong Beiming stepped forward and stretched out his arms, and her slightly trembling body was pulled into his hot chest. She frowned, and the bones in her body felt as if they were about to be crushed by him.
"Nian En..." Ding Ziqian shouted.
Seeing that Rong Beiming next to him was about to get angry again, Yu Nianen grabbed his shirt tightly with her hands and begged in a low voice: "Ming, please! No, we have nothing, really!"
She and Ding Ziqian have experienced so much together, and it is impossible to completely forget them all at once. No matter how sad or sad, after all, there is no going back.
Rong Beiming frowned slightly. Her show of weakness made him feel distressed, and he couldn't bear to get angry at her. So, he held her waist and stepped up the steps.
"Rong Beiming, let her go!" Ding Ziqian chased after her unwillingly.
"She is my woman!" Rong Beiming replied coldly and ignored him.
"Mr. Rong, Mr. Nan, please, please come in!" The college leaders saw them coming and greeted them with a smile.
Uncle Nan was a smart man and knew what was going on at a glance. He walked into the auditorium with Rong Beiming with a smile.
Because it was not a formal performance, some overhead lights were turned on in the auditorium, and the sun shone in from the large windows, making the auditorium a little bright.
When they came in, the students all looked sideways and looked over. Some recognized the leader, others recognized Rong Beiming and Yu Nianen, and they kept whispering for a while.
Yu Nianen lowered her head and reached out to brush away Rong Beiming's big hand on her waist, but instead he hugged her tighter as if to punish her.
Sitting in the guest seats specially arranged for them, Yu Nianen was sitting on pins and needles. She always felt that the surprised eyes behind her were like needle-pointed wheat awns, piercing her heart.
Ding Ziqian is still very popular in the college, so many classmates knew who his girlfriend was. She and Ding Ziqian often went on sweet trips together on campus, and many classmates also saw her.
Now seeing her being hugged by Rong Beiming, it would be strange not to talk nonsense.
"What are you afraid of?" Rong Beiming held her hand on the armrest, feeling a little unhappy. Isn't it embarrassing to be with him?
Yu Nianen didn't answer, but took out his hand forcefully, twisted his fingers together, and put it on his lap.
On the stage, the students were rehearsing attentively. Ding Ziqian's teacher came over and whispered a few words to the college leaders.