Purpose?
His intentions were obvious, couldn't she see?
But based on her recent observations, Du Ruoxin seemed immune to him now. No longer attracted by his looks, she didn't even glance at him properly.
Rong Jingyang could tell that Du Ruoxin no longer had him in her eyes.
Yet, he wanted her back.
"You borrowed Buckingham Palace, what does that have to do with me?" Rong Jingyang looked down at Miranda, denying it.
He couldn't admit it.
If he admitted it, Du Ruoxin would run even faster.
Only by "loving and fighting" like this could he, step by step, break down her defenses and stir her heart.
Chasing a woman was like his battles in the business world.
Although the domains and the targets were different, the process had its similarities. One had to adopt different tactics for different opponents.
As long as he was steady enough, he could win her heart bit by bit.
He, who had always been invincible and all-powerful in the business world, believed that chasing Du Ruoxin would be the same.
Rong Jingyang only allowed himself success, never failure.
"Uh—" Miranda was stumped by Rong Jingyang's retort.
His look of "you're being overly sentimental" left her speechless. "Does it really have nothing to do with you?"
Rong Jingyang sneered, "Miss Kelly, how much do you think your face is worth?"
Miranda: Pfft—
Faced with the man's merciless mockery, her heart ached.
She had thought too much!
Miranda lowered her eyes, her face dark. "You have such poor gentlemanly manners, no wonder Sister Xin wanted to divorce you."
She paused, seemingly not feeling appeased, and emphasized, "Any woman would stay away from you!"
Rong Jingyang showed no anger, merely uttering two light words, "Oh?"
By the dance floor, female actresses gradually approached.
Rong Jingyang walked towards them and invited one of the actresses to dance.
The actress readily agreed.
Miranda: !!!!
Damn it! He really was a scumbag who attracted trouble!
No, she had to stop him!
In the center of the dance floor, Du Ruoxin and William were dancing an elegant waltz. However, after only a few steps, Du Ruoxin quickly calmed down from her momentary infatuation.
What was she doing!
Was it to provoke Rong Jingyang? To prove to him that she wasn't helpless without him, that many good men were pursuing her?
Realizing such a thought had crossed her mind, Du Ruoxin rolled her eyes at herself.
"Your Highness, I apologize, but I cannot accompany you further. There are many matters concerning the crew, and as you know, that rain just now..."
William interrupted, "Lost a lot of things, didn't it?"
Du Ruoxin: "Yes, I need to go and..."
William: "It's alright, I'll have someone fix it for you."
Du Ruoxin: ...We're not close, there's no need to be so polite.
But before she could refuse, William suddenly spun her around, and then—
For some reason, she had a new dance partner.
Rong Jingyang!
Du Ruoxin looked at the man's features up close, her mind going blank for a moment.
She instinctively wanted to kick him—Get lost, you shameless scoundrel, I don't want to dance with you.
But as soon as she lifted her foot, Rong Jingyang grabbed her hand and tossed her away, accompanied by a teasing voice, "Miss Du, you've gained weight."
"Visually, you've gained more than ten pounds?"
Du Ruoxin felt a pang of frustration—Wasn't it because she was carrying a child? Otherwise, would she have gained so much weight?
"What business is it of yours if I've gained ten or twenty pounds?" the woman retorted impatiently. "Let go of me! Rong Jingyang, you're a jinx."
Bad things always happened when she met him.
No wonder her eyelid had been twitching all morning, causing her to lose money and have bad luck.