Who?
Cristino glanced at the rear window – Rong Jingyang?
He had been acting suspiciously, insisting on following him today. It had to be him.
"It's nothing," Cristino instructed the driver to continue, then took out his phone and called for several cars to follow them.
Du Ruoxin asked, "Who is it?"
Could it be one of her elder brother's enemies? Wait, the license plate looked familiar?
Rong Jingyang?
Why was he following them? He—
Cristino turned the woman's body back, preventing her from thinking about any other man. "Don't worry, it won't affect our journey."
Du Ruoxin looked at her elder brother's serious face and smacked her lips.
But in the end, she said nothing.
Whether it was Rong Jingyang or Cristino, she didn't want to know too much.
It wasn't worth it.
She turned her face away and sat in another row of seats. "Where are we going to watch the sunrise?"
Since she couldn't refuse this trip, she might as well enjoy it.
Maintaining a good mood was essential for giving birth to beautiful and handsome babies. No one could disrupt her efforts to provide a pleasant prenatal education environment for her second child.
Cristino: "It won't be too far."
He pointed to the large room and said, "If you're tired, you can rest for a while."
Du Ruoxin followed her elder brother's gaze and saw a door!
Without a word, she got up and walked inside.
Cristino: "—"
Why did he feel disliked and abandoned?
Hearing the door slam shut, he helplessly rested his head on his hands and lay on the sofa. "Sigh—"
When would she stop being so wary of him?
He hoped this trip would improve their relationship.
Cristino took out his phone and made a few more calls.
The journey was smooth. Several off-road vehicles escorted the RV, blocking Rong Jingyang from getting close.
The infuriated Mr. Rong wanted to curse.
"Beep beep beep beep beep—"
The honking sounds echoed through the night sky, like the man's unreleased anger.
After driving for hundreds of kilometers, at a narrow pass, Rong Jingyang was stopped by several men holding submachine guns standing in the middle of the road. "Stop!"
"This is private property ahead. Entry is prohibited."
Rong Jingyang braked, rolled down his window, and, despite knowing the outcome, said dejectedly, "Didn't a RV just go in there?"
Bodyguard: "That's our master's friend."
Rong Jingyang: "—"
He had asked a foolish question.
It must have been Cristino who ordered people to stop him from following!
Rong Jingyang took a deep look in the direction the RV had disappeared and reluctantly turned back.
But!
How could he admit defeat so easily?
"Prepare the helicopter, parachute, and drone."
Rong Jingyang also made a few calls, preparing to have an "accidental" meeting with Du Ruoxin.
The RV stopped halfway up the mountain. It was already three or four in the morning.
In a little while, the sun would rise.
Cristino sat up and looked at the room door: [Xin'er probably won't want to get up so early?]
She had been sleeping a lot lately, sleeping very soundly.
Cristino put on his shoes and got out of the RV.
The mountain peaks in the middle of the night were extremely cold, especially with the biting wind that made one shiver. Fortunately, he was robust—resistant to the cold.
Cristino stood between the mountain peaks with his hands in his pockets, saying in a low voice, "Set up the tents."
Tonight, he wouldn't sleep in the RV; he would sleep outdoors.
Cristino had had an "in-depth" conversation with his psychologist. If he wanted to win Du Ruoxin's heart, he had to first disarm her, like slowly boiling a frog, to break down her defenses and make her unable to leave him, bit by bit.
Especially given how deeply Rong Jingyang had hurt her, if he handled it correctly, it would be easy to take advantage of her vulnerability.