A man, holding a pink heart-shaped balloon in one hand and a bouquet of baby's breath adorned with jasmine in the other, approached slowly.
He was tall and handsome.
He was majestic like an emperor, and dashing like the prince charming of girls' dreams.
The balloons floating in the air, the fragrant fresh flowers, and the man's strong and dominant hormones captivated the eyes and stopped the heartbeats.
Rong…Jingyang?
Is he this ostentatious?
"Pfft!"
Du Ruoxin stumbled, almost twisting her ankle.
Just as she was about to curse him, to tell him to get lost, that she didn't want it, the man turned a corner and presented the proposal balloon and flowers to a nearby actress.
"Me?"
The actress blushed incredulously.
Fearing the man would retract his hand, she quickly took them, "Thank you, Mr. Rong."
Amidst everyone's envious gazes, the actress displayed a shy, triumphant, and showy expression.
Du Ruoxin: "!!!"
Scumbag!
She had just thought he was giving them to her…
Bah, bah, bah, a heartless man like Rong Jingyang, she must be out of her mind to imagine him giving her something.
Du Ruoxin averted her gaze and walked past him as if he were invisible.
She no longer harbored any illusions or love for him.
Therefore, no matter how much he tried to get her attention, she remained unfazed.
How could a heart that had died be stirred by a few jumps of a flea?
Impossible.
She had completely forgotten him.
Du Ruoxin resolutely ignored the man's presence, chatting and eating with her colleagues, discussing work.
All afternoon, Rong Jingyang was like an annoying stray cat, moving things, fetching things, running errands, always finding excuses to appear on set—in Du Ruoxin's line of sight.
She couldn't help but notice him; Rong Jingyang was tall and imposing, a focal point in any crowd, the most striking figure.
She could ignore or tolerate him appearing once or twice.
But appearing every few minutes like a zombie was unbearable.
"Rong Jingyang!"
"Get the hell out of here!"
Du Ruoxin lost her temper, stood up, and unleashed a torrent of abuse at the man.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Subjected to a sudden storm, the man carrying the props paused, his eyes sharpening, "Are you on your period? Why are you so fiery?"
Du Ruoxin was furious and stopped looking at him, turning instead to the staff beside her, "Who allowed him in?"
"Throw him out!"
"Don't they know no one is allowed on the set?"
The staff clearly hadn't expected their usually delicate and gentle boss, who would feel guilty for stepping on a fly, to be so terrifying when she lost her temper.
Her aura was immense.
He was intimidated, "Well… Sister Xin… Mr. Rong…" the staff member stammered, explaining, "He's our partner."
Two days ago, everything was washed away by the heavy rain, and many things were damaged. If it weren't for Mr. Rong's help, the movie couldn't have started on schedule.
"What partner?" Du Ruoxin didn't know about this. She just wanted to get rid of this annoying man, "Cancel it, cancel it, don't cooperate with him."
The staff member looked troubled, "We can't cancel it, the contract has already been signed."
At that moment, Rong Jingyang's cold voice drifted through the air, "Why can't it be canceled? As long as Miss Du pays a five-hundred-million-yuan penalty, I can leave immediately."