What could be so important to warrant leaving without a word? Didn't he say his work was finished?
Gu Shinian took out her phone and dialed Qin Yunxi's number.
"Beep, beep, beep..."
The signal kept ringing, but no one answered.
She couldn't get through to him, and for some reason, at this moment, Gu Shinian felt a pang of anxiety, a nameless unease.
She sent him a voice message: "Uncle, what are you busy with?"
"I'm flying back to the US tonight. I'll be starting my internship tomorrow. Can you make it back to be with me?"
After sending the message, Gu Shinian held her phone, unwilling to put it down for a long time.
What she didn't know was that these messages had sunk like stones into the sea, and she would never receive a reply.
—
Rong Jingyang woke up early, intending to go for a run and work out, to start his day beautifully.
But when he opened the door, he was startled by the figure standing at his doorstep.
"Hah—"
Rong Jingyang took half a step back. "Old Qin, are you alright?"
Standing silently at his door early in the morning was quite terrifying.
He almost thought it was an enemy seeking revenge and had thrown a punch.
Qin Yunxi flashed a roguish smile, slung an arm casually around his friend's shoulder, and gossiped, "I heard you were going to pursue Ruo Xin again, so I couldn't resist coming to watch the show."
"Did you win her over?"
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Did he think he was a monkey?
Pushing his friend away, Rong Jingyang went out for his run. "Aren't you busy?"
[The unspoken meaning is: if you're busy, you should leave; I don't welcome you.] The carousel cookies with the music box inside from Piccadilly Circus.
His daughter was a foodie, a cute and clingy foodie.
Du Ruoxin's heart melted thinking of her darling daughter's well-behaved appearance.
As she walked into Piccadilly Circus and reached the first floor, before she could even pick out any snacks, she saw the man standing by the elevator—Cristiano.
"Brother?" Du Ruoxin said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Cristiano shot her a glare. "In all of Britain, besides Buckingham Palace, where can I not go?"
Du Ruoxin paused.
Thinking of the feud between her brother and Rong Jingyang, she chuckled twice.
"My niece wants snacks, I'm going to buy some to mail back to her." Walking up to her brother, she asked knowingly, "Aren't you busy?"
Cristiano merely glanced, and the bodyguard beside him immediately pushed a trolley forward.
He took it and, like a husband accompanying his wife, followed Du Ruoxin closely. "Not busy."
[You and Rong Jingyang...]
He couldn't bring himself to ask this simple question.
Du Ruoxin's previously unrestrained and joyful mood instantly turned solemn—[Brother, there are plenty of good women in the world, can you open your eyes and look around?]
Don't stare at me all day!
The woman was so depressed she was almost going mad.
However, what made her even more depressed to the point of spitting blood was encountering Rong Jingyang in a small shop.
No, and Qin Yunxi as well.
They say three women make a play, but what kind of drama would three men, who were all fierce and not to be trifled with, create when they gathered together?