In the morning, after contacting Qin Yunxi and confirming that the plane could land on the Rothschild family's estate, Rong Jingyang flew to New York on his private jet.
He dozed off a little on the plane, and when he opened his eyes, the window was still filled with white clouds.
"Where are we?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
Lin Xuanyao replied, "Five minutes to New York."
Rong Jingyang sat up – almost there?
His mind was still a bit groggy, and he felt very unwell. He rubbed his throbbing temples hard. "Make me a cup of coffee."
Lin Xuanyao furrowed his brow, his concern evident. "Sir, your stomach is injured. You can't drink coffee."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
After a moment of stillness, he remembered that he had drunk himself into a state of gastric bleeding a couple of days ago.
"Zzzzt—"
Just then, his phone on the side vibrated.
Rong Jingyang picked it up, slid to the green button, and brought it to his ear. "Old Qin."
Qin Yunxi asked, "Where are you?"
Rong Jingyang replied, "Landing in about ten minutes."
Qin Yunxi said, "Okay, land directly at the designated spot." He paused. "By the way, Ruoxin and Cristiano don't know you're coming."
Rong Jingyang: "...?"
Qin Yunxi explained, "I told the butler that important items were being transported in. It took a lot of convincing for them to agree."
Rong Jingyang: "Mm."
After hanging up, Rong Jingyang looked out the window.
This time, a hint of bitterness entered his eyes.
The plane landed smoothly on the estate, and Qin Yunxi came to pick him up.
Looking at his friend, who still relied on assistive devices to stand and walk, Qin Yunxi patted Rong Jingyang's shoulder and sighed, "Alas, two unfortunate men."
He knew that Rong Jingyang had gone to such lengths to "stand up" because he didn't want to lose face in front of Du Ruoxin and Cristiano.
He understood the competition between men!
Rong Jingyang glanced at the suddenly sentimental Qin Yunxi. "Did you hit a snag again?"
Qin Yunxi retorted, "If I hadn't hit a snag, would I be here to pick you up?"
Wouldn't it be better to express love and affection with his wife?
Rong Jingyang: "…………"
He didn't want to talk to this guy!
He changed the subject. "Where's Doudou?"
Qin Yunxi asked mischievously, "Do you want to know where Doudou is? Or where Ruoxin is?"
Rong Jingyang: "…………"
Was there a difference?
Wherever their daughter was, Du Ruoxin would surely be there.
Qin Yunxi stated, "They aren't together."
Rong Jingyang, knowing he was being teased, unceremoniously threw a punch. "Lead the way!"
Qin Yunxi dodged, still chattering cheekily, "Hey, hey, hey, you still haven't told me, are we looking for Doudou first, or Ruoxin?"
However, this trivial question was destined to go unanswered by the great Master Qin.
Rong Jingyang remained silent.
Until Qin Yunxi led him to Du Ruoxin.
He—
He was stunned to see the woman lying on a lounge chair, sleeping peacefully.
For a long, long time.
"Rong Jingyang..."
What did she say?
Her voice was too soft, so he didn't hear her.
He couldn't help but lean closer.
Rong Jingyang had never found Du Ruoxin so beautiful, so captivating. Her features were within arm's reach, her face as delicate as porcelain, and her lips were moist and plump.
She was beautiful.
More beautiful than any woman he had ever seen.
But why was she frowning, her face contorted in pain?
Was she having a nightmare?
Rong Jingyang couldn't resist reaching out and gently stroking her furrowed brow.
"Ah—"
"Rong, Jing, Yang—"
This time he heard clearly. The woman's gritted teeth made Rong Jingyang tense up.
Her nightmare...
Was it related to him?
But before he could react, "Slap—"
Du Ruoxin delivered a solid slap, swift and fierce.