Du Ruoxin stared at her daughter, shouting, "Doudou, be careful, don't fall!"
En!
Wait!
Her daughter had ridden off on a horse, how would she take photos?
"Um..." she looked apologetically at the magazine owner.
The magazine owner smiled and stood up, "We'll chase after her. We'll definitely capture Doudou's most real and beautiful moments."
The essence of photography lies in authenticity. When authenticity combines with aesthetics and joy, it can most profoundly touch the soul.
"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you." Du Ruoxin was a master photographer, and all her works emphasized authenticity.
Once, in order to capture the world's most beautiful volcanic eruption—
Ahem, let's not mention that for now.
Her staff members left one by one. Rong Doudou and her elder brother were nowhere to be seen, and her sisters had also gone horseback riding. Only Du Ruoxin remained with a few servants.
She felt a bit bored.
She stood up and walked for a while, then ate some fruit. She felt a bit heavy.
Du Ruoxin lay down on the lounge chair, rocking gently. Sleepiness gradually overtook her, and she began to dream.
In her dream, she was sitting on a white cloud, experiencing the wonder of soaring through the clouds. A little girl with a pair of angel wings flew over.
"Mommy, thank you for loving me. I will love you very, very much in the future."
Du Ruoxin opened her arms and hugged the little angel, "Who are you, and why do you call me Mommy?"
The little girl said, "I'm your baby."
Du Ruoxin: ... She remembered she was pregnant with her second child, so it was a daughter?
Doudou would be overjoyed.
The little angel held Du Ruoxin's hand and they flew around in the sky. They were having a great time, but suddenly, another person appeared on the clouds.
"Rong Jingyang?"
Why was he here?
Du Ruoxin's expression immediately changed.
"Mommy, don't you recognize Daddy?" The little angel took Du Ruoxin's hand and put it into Rong Jingyang's, "Daddy, Mommy, only if you love each other can I be born."
What?
Du Ruoxin didn't understand. Just as she was about to ask her daughter why, Rong Jingyang put his arm around her waist, tilted her chin, and drew closer, "Wife, don't leave me."
"I love you."
"Only after losing you did I realize I had already fallen for you uncontrollably."
"Come back to me, okay?"
"I can't live without you..."
The kiss, mixed with the man's bone-melting baritone, made Du Ruoxin lose her train of thought.
Rong Jingyang loved her...
He loved her...
After eight years of their relationship, had she finally waited for these words?
Du Ruoxin was immersed in the man's tenderness, her heart uncontrollably falling.
"Rong Jingyang, I love you too."
Du Ruoxin instinctively reached out her hands and tightly hugged the man's broad, strong back.
But in the next second, Rong Jingyang disappeared.
"Ah—"
"Husband, husband—"
"Where are you?"
"Husband—"
She searched for him everywhere.
Suddenly, the scene changed. Du Ruoxin was walking on an empty street when a woman leading a boy and a girl walked towards her.
Du Ruoxin saw her features clearly, and her face instantly froze.
However, what was even more devastating was that the woman, commanding the boy and girl, knelt before her, "Quick, quickly kneel and call her Auntie. Please, Auntie, allow you to recognize your ancestors."
The two children truly kowtowed and shouted, "Auntie—"
"Please show mercy and agree to let us enter the Rong family and acknowledge our Daddy, Grandpa, and Grandma."
Du Ruoxin: ! ! ! ! ! !
She—
Ai Wei!
These two children were Rong Jingyang's and Ai Wei's?
No!
She couldn't accept it!
Du Ruoxin was furious, her anger surging to her forehead—Rong Jingyang, you damn bastard, get out here!!!
Get out!
See if she wouldn't grind him into paste and chop him into dregs!
The next moment, as if responding to her thoughts, Rong Jingyang appeared out of thin air.
"Du Ruoxin!"
"How can you bully children?!"
Rong Jingyang picked up the little boy, pushed Du Ruoxin away, and stepped on her.
His originally gentle and refined face contorted. He bared his teeth and glared at her, saying with disgust, "Enough!"
"Du Ruoxin, you've had enough!"
"You are already the young madam of the Rong family, what more do you want?"
"I told you, do your job as Mrs. Rong, and I'll give you what's yours. Don't wish for anything else!"
"The status of these two children, you have to give it, whether you want to or not!"
"I call the shots in the Rong family, not you!"
After speaking, Rong Jingyang kicked her again with hatred.
Ai Wei also smugly stepped on her a few times.
"Ah—" Du Ruoxin curled up in pain, tears of blood streaming from her eyes, "Rong, Jing, Yang—"
She suddenly opened her eyes.
Her body stiffened. She was startled awake by the scene in her dream.
But—
Why were Rong Jingyang's familiar, enlarged features still in her pupils?
Du Ruoxin's forehead bulged with veins. Without thinking, she swung her hand and slapped him fiercely!