Day after day, year after year.
She must have been suffering greatly.
A thousand times, ten thousand times more than Old Qin.
At this moment, Rong Jingyang seemed to feel the piercing pain as if it were his own, for all the days and nights he had neglected Du Ruoxin, making her sad, making her suffer, making her cry.
"Smash!"
Qin Yunxi angrily threw the wine bottle, "Nonsense!"
"Who says I can't take it?"
"I'm happier than I can be!"
"The harder the wife is to get, the more precious she is!!!"
Otherwise, why would his mother have taken a liking to Grace at first sight among all sorts of women?
She must have seen that Grace could control him, could capture his heart and soul, which is why she had decided on Grace as the Qin family's daughter-in-law.
Rong Jingyang was stunned by Old Qin's fierce demeanor, and his thoughts drifted.
What if...
If these tactics (like painting a giant picture, confessing love) were used on Du Ruoxin, would she...
No.
Rong Jingyang shook his head.
He couldn't do that, because no matter how much Qin Yunxi acted out, Grace would at most turn a blind eye and wouldn't seek out other men to make it real. But Du Ruoxin would. Every time he pushed her, she would get closer to Cristiano.
Rong Jingyang didn't want to end up being the divine helper that brought Du Ruoxin and Cristiano together through his own miscalculations.
Then—
Rong Jingyang's gaze sharpened, and he withdrew his thoughts.
He opened another bottle of wine and handed it to Qin Yunxi, "It's good that you know how to cherish."
—
Grace was gone.
Du Ruoxin couldn't reach her by phone and couldn't find her.
Checking the surveillance footage yielded no useful information.
Grace had been diligently browsing the exhibition. She disappeared from the camera's view sometime after 2:30 PM.
In other words, after they had lunch and rested for a while, Grace disappeared shortly after returning to the exhibition hall.
It had been about four hours since then.
For such a long time... she left without even saying goodbye...
Something must have happened!
A bad premonition arose in Du Ruoxin's heart.
No, she had to save Grace.
However, just as Du Ruoxin was about to call the police and contact people to check the surrounding traffic cameras, a group of men in black appeared before her.
—
Trevor had been waiting outside the main entrance, from morning to afternoon, from the eastern sun to the western sun.
Seeing that the sun had already set, and his lady had not yet come out.
He raised his wrist to check his watch. It was past six o'clock. Should his lady's prayer service be over?
Trevor put his hands in his pockets and paced back and forth outside the room.
"Screech—"
A luxury car stopped in front of him. Recognizing the license plate, Trevor stepped forward, opened the door, and respectfully said, "Master."
Cristiano got out of the car and strode forward, "Xin'er hasn't come out all day?"
Trevor: "Yes."
Cristiano nodded and approached the door, "Knock, knock—"
"Xin'er, it's me."
He announced himself, but there was no response from inside.
Cristiano frowned slightly and then raised his voice, "Xin'er, open the door, I need to see you."
There was still no response from inside.
"What's going on?"
Cristiano no longer hesitated and raised his hand to push the door.
The door was unlocked and opened easily. Cristiano walked into the room, searched the entire house, but he did not see Du Ruoxin.
The man's breath tightened, "Trevor!"
Trevor rushed into the house upon hearing the call, "Master."
Cristiano: "Where is Miss?"
Trevor looked around, "She's been in the room the whole time. I haven't seen her go out..."
The truth was, there wasn't a soul in the room—Du Ruoxin had vanished right under his nose.
Trevor's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately felt like a sharp sword was at his throat.