Du Ruoxin had changed.
Compared to a few years ago, her innocence, her childlike exuberance, were still there, but now she possessed the charm of a mature woman, and a unique maternal radiance that only women have.
She had become even more captivating, driving him to infatuation.
Perhaps this was what legends called the strength of a mother?
Cristino's gaze remained fixed on the woman, never wavering.
Du Ruoxin was engrossed in redesigning, sketching drafts. Ordinary clothes were easy to handle, completed with ease.
But custom-made pieces crafted entirely by hand with gold and silver threads were particularly difficult to alter.
As she struggled, the tailor approached and said softly, "Miss Du, your daughter has fallen asleep."
Du Ruoxin turned to look. Rong Doudou was clutching the hem of her clothes, lying on the floor, eyes half-closed in sleep.
She must be truly tired.
Walking over, she carefully picked up her daughter, unwilling to wake her.
She carried her to the nanny van.
Du Ruoxin used wet wipes to clean her daughter's face and feet, then covered her little stomach with a small blanket, preparing to get out and continue her work.
Unexpectedly, Cristino followed her into the van and closed the door.
Du Ruoxin looked at him, "Brother, I still have work to do."
Cristino glanced at his wrist, checking the time. "It's past ten o'clock. You can work tomorrow."
Du Ruoxin insisted, "No, I have to finish today. Miranda needs it tomorrow."
Cristino replied, "It's fine to delay it by a day. You don't know how many times you've yawned. You need to rest."
Du Ruoxin deliberately widened her eyes. "I'm not sleepy yet."
Cristino wasn't discussing it with her; he directly ordered the bodyguard to drive away.
Du Ruoxin: "?!"
This guy was going too far. Did she no longer have freedom?
Du Ruoxin puffed out her cheeks, her voice firm as she said, "I, WANT, TO, GO, BACK, TO, WORK."
Cristino, however, changed the subject, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
"Is Doudou on summer vacation?"
"Shall we take her on a trip? Where do you want to go? Antarctica to see penguins? The Arctic to see the aurora? Africa to see lions?"
"Oh, right, does Doudou like elephants? Why don't we get her one?"
Du Ruoxin: "?!?"
Facing her brother's handsome face that made one surrender mechanically, and his sincere eyes, all her anger seemed to hit cotton.
Not only did it lack any rebound force, but it also made her feel that if she were any more "fierce," she would be committing a heinous crime.
Pfft—
She let out a frustrated puff.
She stopped looking at him. "No, don't get her any large animals." She paused. "Small animals are not allowed either."
What if Doudou said she liked snakes...
Hiss—!
Du Ruoxin couldn't imagine living in constant suspicion, fearing being surrounded or ambushed by snakes.
That would truly be worse than death!
The man's lips curved slightly, and he chuckled softly.
"Okay," his pleasant voice echoed through the air in the van.
Du Ruoxin, however, was not in a good mood.
Sigh~ What could she do, her elder brother... it was a headache...
She wanted to have a heart-to-heart with him, to tell him she would be living in the film crew from now on and wouldn't give him any opportunities for private time.
But the words, when they reached her lips, she couldn't say them.
Her brother wouldn't agree, nor would he give up. He had done so much for her... using emotional appeals one moment, psychological tactics the next...
So annoying!
So agonizing!
Her head hurt so much!
She didn't know what sins she had committed in her past life to be tormented like this in this life.
Her nerves were already frayed!
Du Ruoxin felt that she would definitely become neurotic one day, perhaps even making friends with a homeless person under a bridge.
How embarrassing!
How tragic!
The woman's face drooped, wishing for divine guidance—how could she cure her brother's perverse thoughts?
Cristino must be sick, seriously ill, beyond help...
Wait, sick?
Could this phenomenon of her elder brother's be a psychological disorder?
Du Ruoxin's eyes snapped open, and she turned to look at Cristino, her voice laced with urgency, "Brother, would you accompany me to see a doctor?"