Does she?
When spoken by others, why did it sound so strange, so awkward?
What Rong Jingyang had in his heart was merely the reputation of being the young madam of the Rong family, wasn't it?
Du Ruoxin knew herself well in this regard.
"With such a severe leg injury, he still spent the entire afternoon training dozens of people at sea." Qin Yunxi pointed to not far away, "It's over there, do you see? Old Yang tested it out in the sea, and the engineers made adjustments on the spot."
"He must have fallen countless times, revised it countless times, all just to spend an hour with Doudou."
"If he didn't have you in his heart, why would he do these things, even risking half his life?"
Du Ruoxin's gaze towards the sea gradually softened. She was actually moved by what Big Brother Qin had said.
But in the end, reason triumphed over emotion. She smiled and sighed, "If only he could always be like this."
Even if his heart was made of stone, even if he didn't love her, she could accept such a marriage.
"Haha." Qin Yunxi laughed heartily, "I don't know what the preservative for feelings is, but you can ask Uncle Rong and Aunt Feng."
For him, a woman's attraction lasted no more than a year.
Most of them were changed every few months.
Although not as often as changing clothes, if he were to stay by a woman's side for more than a year, it would be deadly.
"Mm." Du Ruoxin nodded.
Actually, she had asked her mother-in-law this question before. After more than twenty years of marriage, how did they manage to be as inseparable as they were in their first love every single day?
Feng Linwan couldn't answer for a long time.
Finally, she smiled – perhaps it was destiny?
They met, they fell in love, and everyone else became bland and uninteresting.
Only when two hearts are compatible, once they decide, it's forever, it's a lifetime.
Du Ruoxin was very troubled.
The foundation of all feelings was love. First, she had to make Rong Jingyang fall in love with her.
The sun set, and the evening glow illuminated half the sky, like a breathtaking landscape.
When Grace arrived, Du Ruoxin and Qin Yunxi were admiring the sunset.
"Sister Xin."
"You're here? Haven't you eaten yet? I ordered you a steak."
"Thank you."
Grace picked up her knife and fork, sat up straight, and elegantly and quietly cut her steak, exuding a hint of serenity and scholarly air.
Qin Yunxi inadvertently glanced at the way the woman was eating, and his dark pupils froze – but then the image of Grace's wrist bleeding profusely suddenly flashed in his mind.
Shaking his head, he shouted at the waiter, "Bring me a bowl of tripe noodles! Add two sections of maojiezi!"
Soon, maojiezi with its distinctive aroma appeared on the table.
Qin Yunxi sat next to Grace, slurping his noodles and shaking his head, "Delicious!"
"Tsk tsk tsk, delicious!"
He picked up a piece of tripe and asked Grace, "Do you want some?"
"Sichuan's stir-fried tripe and maojiezi are famous, incredibly delicious."
Grace covered her bowl in disgust, "No, thank you. You eat it yourself."
She had no interest in animal offal at all.
She was almost finished eating when a large bowl of tripe noodles arrived. The smell was too strong, and she immediately lost her appetite. Coupled with Qin Yunxi's exaggerated slurping,
Grace was full.
She wouldn't have guessed that Qin Zhaozhao, looking so decent, actually liked to eat intestines, and had no table manners at all!
"A delicacy of the human world," Qin Yunxi continued to persuade, "If you don't eat it, you've lived in vain."
Grace picked up her plate, "It's okay, you can live in vain a few more times."
Du Ruoxin watched her friend flee, and she stared at Qin Yunxi with a probing gaze, "Big Brother Qin, do you have a grudge against Grace?"