Grace and Brother Qin had already broken up, and it was a messy parting at that.
Brother Qin had witnessed the bloody scene that night, so why was he still so convinced? What was his reason? His basis?
Du Ruoxin looked at him curiously.
"Because..." Cristiano hesitated.
Because Qin Yunxi and I are the same kind of people. Once we fall for someone, we'll stop at nothing to get them.
But he couldn't say these words aloud.
Cristiano tucked Du Ruoxin's blanket in tighter and sat back on the sofa, as if casually, his expression indifferent. "When Qin Yunxi realizes that no matter what he does, he can't let go or forget, that's when he'll turn back."
Like him, like Qin Yunxi, men of the same obsessive nature. Once a woman is in their heart, how could they be content without possessing her?
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Ai Wei lay on the hospital bed, lamenting. Initially, she had been a little apprehensive and uneasy, but as Lin Xuanyao diligently took care of things for her, she grew more and more at ease.
Did Lin Xuanyao's attentiveness represent Rong Jingyang's attitude?
So, had Rong Jingyang been persuaded by her?
Thinking this, Ai Wei's mood gradually improved.
When she reappeared in the ward, her complexion had much improved.
"A Jing," Ai Wei called out softly.
In the quiet VIP room, only she and Rong Jingyang remained.
Rong Jingyang's deep black eyes held an unfathomable depth, revealing no emotion. "What did the doctor say?"
Ai Wei knew he was concerned about her, and her thoughts became more solidified. With eyes that held a subtle charm, she looked at the devastatingly handsome man and said weakly, "Just a concussion. They told me to rest more."
"I should be fine in a few days," Ai Wei pleaded, "A Jing, can you stay and take care of me?"
"I know Auntie has prejudices against me."
"I'm not asking for much. I just hope you can visit me every day, even if it's just for a few minutes."
"I..."
Rong Jingyang interrupted her with a deep voice, "Ivy, let's end this here."
The words were abrupt.
They were merely friends, with no other ambiguous relationship between them.
Yet, he had to say goodbye.
From some point on, Du Ruoxin had argued with him repeatedly for Ai Wei's sake, and his mother had also intervened in his affairs several times because of Ai Wei.
Once or twice could be attributed to coincidence or unintentional actions.
But with the frequency increasing, Rong Jingyang couldn't help but reflect.
Behind the coincidences, was it deliberate, or intentional? Or was it his own slowness, or her long-planned scheme?
Rong Jingyang began to harbor doubts.
His mother had told him to give an explanation.
Rong Jingyang understood; she wanted him to make things clear with Ai Wei, to break off their association.
But looking at Du Ruoxin, he didn't want to bring up unimportant people. He just wanted her to agree to remarry him.
Ai Wei's face fell upon hearing the man's indifferent words: ...What do you mean, end this here? She didn't understand.
Ignoring his question, she continued in a flustered manner, "It doesn't matter if Auntie doesn't like me. It doesn't matter if Auntie has prejudices against me."
"You know who I am, right?"
"As long as I conduct myself properly and have the opportunity to show myself to her more, she will definitely like me."
"I believe time will reveal the heart. I believe Auntie will slowly change her opinion of me."
"A Jing..."
Ai Wei kept talking and talking, but Rong Jingyang remained silent. She couldn't help but feel a pang of panic.
She played the emotional card repeatedly:
"In this world, no one understands you better than I do, no one knows you better."
"Don't you feel that you are most at ease and comfortable when you are with me?"