5. Billion?!
Has Rong Jingyang gone mad for money?
Du Ruoxin felt a suffocating blockage in her chest, as if since stepping into Buckingham Palace, she had been constantly at odds with money.
First, it was breaking an antique and owing billions in compensation, and now it was a sky-high breach of contract.
This was utterly bizarre!
And it was all in units of "billions." Did Rong Jingyang think she was foolish and rich, easy to swindle like an idiot?
"Are you robbing me?" Du Ruoxin glared at him, her tone laced with annoyance.
Rong Jingyang shrugged, "The contract is signed like this." He couldn't be blamed.
Du Ruoxin: ...Scoundrel!
Unable to contain her rising anger, she couldn't help but raise her voice, "What contract? Let me see!"
A staff member brought over a stack of contracts.
Du Ruoxin reviewed them one by one, only then realizing that Rong Jingyang's influence permeated every single aspect of the film.
From the supply of various props, equipment maintenance, set decoration, security, coordination, to post-production publicity...
No wonder the breach of contract penalty was five hundred million!
Looking at the black and white paper, the company's official seal, she was too choked up to speak.
Du Ruoxin's face was exceedingly grim.
Deep breaths, deep breaths.
Calm down, calm down.
After a few seconds of internal struggle, she smoothed the stiffness from her face and looked at Rong Jingyang with a very polite, socially-practiced smile, "Chairman Rong, please help yourself."
Although she had money, she couldn't let herself be extorted so casually.
Out of sight, out of mind, wasn't that always an option?
She would treat Rong Jingyang as air; he could frolic wherever he pleased!
—
"Mmm—"
In the quiet room, Qin Yunxi sat up abruptly from a dream.
"Hoo, hoo," his breathing was heavy, the images in his mind refusing to fade.
【Grace...】
He had dreamt of Grace. He dreamt of her lying beneath him, bleeding profusely. He dreamt of her surfing at sea when a colossal wave crashed, and she couldn't dodge it, couldn't resurface.
He went to save her.
He swam towards her recklessly, wanting to pull her to the surface.
But he failed.
He could only watch helplessly as she plunged into the abyss of the sea, while he himself was suffocating.
The suffocation in the dream, the powerlessness, made Qin Yunxi's entire body tense, as if his heart had died along with that figure.
It took a long time for him to recover.
He then rubbed his face with both hands.
He heard a woman's steady breathing beside him, and Qin Yunxi saw Gu Shinian.
She was so beautiful, so gentle, so kind.
So... good.
How could a woman like Grace, so unfeeling, cold, and selfish, compare to even one-tenth of Gu Shinian?
When looking for a wife, for the mother of his children, it had to be a woman like Gu Shinian – understanding, obedient, and not causing trouble.
Qin Yunxi rolled over and pressed down on her.
Outside the dark window, a light drizzle began to fall, like a rhythmic aphrodisiac, heating up the entire space.
The man desired a nocturnal activity.
But as he kissed her, his mind was still fixated on Grace.
Her features so clear, her unique scent, no matter how he tried to banish them, they seemed etched into his bones, unforgettable.
"Mmm..."
Gu Shinian was awakened by Qin Yunxi, groggily sensing the man's heat and passion.
She embraced him, her senses swimming, "Uncle..."
Qin Yunxi showed no tenderness, "Who am I?"
Gu Shinian: "Uncle, my Uncle."
Qin Yunxi: "Do you love me?"
Gu Shinian: "I love you. Uncle, I love you."
A long, long time later, both found their satisfaction.
Although Gu Shinian didn't know why her Uncle had suddenly become so fervent in the middle of the night, after hours of exertion, she was utterly exhausted. Contentedly, she hugged the man and fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, she woke up.
Qin Yunxi was not there, and she searched for him for a long time without success.
Only a bodyguard remained, saying— he had left, with very important matters to attend to.