Qin Yunxi's eyelids twitched, but he remained silent. He hopped into the sports car, bid farewell, and was the first to disappear into the deepening night.
Rong Jingyang watched the woman's actions, his brow furrowed. "You want to set up Jing Shu and Grace?"
Du Ruoxin nodded. "What do you think? Do you think they're a good match?"
Rong Jingyang replied, "Whether they're a good match or not, they'll only know after trying."
However, he worried that his uncle wouldn't agree.
Although Jing Shu was a criminal investigator, his uncle had only given him ten years, starting from his university days. If he didn't reach the rank of bureau chief, he would have to resign and return home.
He would then enter the family business and learn commerce.
"That's what I think too," Du Ruoxin said, pleased that her husband shared her thoughts. "I hope they can be together."
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The sedan weaved through various small roads, like a wild horse, taking twists and turns.
It was the peak hour for commuters. As a native of E City, Rong Jingshu naturally avoided congested routes.
In the quiet car, f
She couldn't recall the face, but Qin Yunxi could feel that body as if it were his shadow.
Or perhaps, it was merely a dream.
Upon waking, the person was gone.
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Du Ruoxin and Rong Jingyang returned to Yunhu International. Rong Doudou clamored to sleep with her mommy and daddy.
It seemed Rong Jingyang had truly won his daughter's heart.
Mother and daughter lay on the large bed in the master bedroom. As Rong Jingyang had matters to attend to, he went to the study. Du Ruoxin was alone, coaxing their daughter to sleep.
Rong Doudou was utterly exhausted from playing all day and fell asleep within minutes.
Du Ruoxin gently carried her daughter back to the children's room, placed a small magic fairy plush toy in her arms, kissed her, and then closed the door before heading to the study.
"Mr. Rong, aren't you sleeping yet?"
The woman wore a lace slip, revealing her sexy collarbones. Her figure exuded an indescribable charm and allure.
Rong Jingyang glanced at her and quickly closed his laptop.
Du Ruoxin, with her swaying, slender waist, sat on his lap, her hands around his neck. She whispered into his ear, "Husband, want a special massage?"
She hadn't been able to relax in the men's restroom that afternoon and had wronged him.
"Mmm?" the man's voice was hoarse.
Du Ruoxin blushed and said, "Let's go back to our room."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Abruptly, he asked in a low voice, "What is a special massage?"
"Have you been to a club?"
Had she gone for a male escort massage? Or received services?
Du Ruoxin's back stiffened. The romantic atmosphere she had painstakingly created was instantly ruined by the man's ill-timed question.
What did he mean by asking if she had been to a club?
Rong Jingyang's assumption that she had frequented male escorts pricked at the woman's sensitive and fragile glass heart.
Du Ruoxin placed her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I may not have eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run, haven't I?!"
"Seen it?" The man's dark eyes narrowed, signaling danger.