Did Du Ruoxin order the dishes?
Did she not understand Rong Jingyang at all?
A hint of triumph flashed in her eyes. Ivy stood up and went outside to find a waiter, ordering a few more dishes that Rong Jingyang liked.
Caviar, secret braised pork ribs, stewed beef brisket, tomato and beef soup, pickled mustard greens with minced pork and braised soybeans, boiled fish slices...
When the waiter served the dishes, sensing Du Ruoxin's questioning gaze, Ivy said, "This meal is on me."
Du Ruoxin looked at her, "Are you sure?"
In front of a group of super-rich individuals with fortunes beyond imagination, Ivy, a salaried employee, was pretending to be richer than she was.
Besides, could six people finish so many dishes?
Even primary school students knew that waste was shameful!
Ivy smiled faintly, "Ruoxin, order whatever you like."
Du Ruoxin turned to the waiter, "Bring a table of the Manchu Han Imperial Feast!"
Grace, who also disliked Ivy, chimed in, "A case of 1982 Lafite."
Rong Jingshu hesitated for a moment before saying, "I still prefer Moutai. Bring three bottles of Jiulong Mo Bao."
Ivy: "..."
A bottle of 1982 Lafite cost nearly 100,000 yuan, and a 30-year-old Jiulong Mo Bao was close to 200,000 yuan per bottle.
She—
Ivy's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.
Du Ruoxin enjoyed seeing Ivy flustered. If you don't have the means, don't boast.
"Waiter, what are you waiting for..."
However, Rong Jingyang's stern voice interrupted her, "Stop messing around and eat."
He then glanced at Rong Jingshu, "If you want to drink, go to my wine cellar and get it yourself. I'm not stopping you."
Rong Jingshu quietly replied, "Oh," not daring to provoke further.
Seeing Rong Jingyang's stern expression, Ivy quickly tried to placate him, "A Jing, don't be angry. Ruoxin and the others are just joking with me."
Who the hell was joking with you?!
Du Ruoxin couldn't stand the calculating woman calling him "A Jing" and acting so sensible. She coldly retorted, "You don't need to pretend to be a good person."
"No, you're clearly adding fuel to the fire!"
Knowing that Rong Jingyang was angry, Ivy's "considerate" words made him think she was brainless and unreasonable.
"Du Ruoxin!" As expected, the man yelled at her, "Can you stop being so unreasonable?"
Du Ruoxin felt a pang of sadness and tightness in her chest. She glared back at him, "What, Mr. Rong, do you want to argue with me?"
Rong Jingyang: "—"
It seemed this dinner couldn't continue.
He left them with a "Eat slowly," and pulled Du Ruoxin away.
Grace stood up, wanting to follow, seeing the way Rong Jingyang and Du Ruoxin were acting, she was afraid they would fight.
But as soon as she took a step, Qin Yunxi grabbed her, "Why are you going to join the fun?"
"Their marital problems should be resolved by themselves."
If they didn't resolve it, they would have a big fight every three days and a small quarrel every two days over the same issue and the same woman. Even the matchmaker couldn't save their marriage.
"But..." Grace was still worried.
Qin Yunxi pushed her back into her chair, "No 'buts.' Eat your meal peacefully."
Then, he looked at Ivy with a bright smile, "Miss Ai, would you like a bottle of red or white wine? Don't worry, it won't be your treat."
Ivy had no appetite. Her heart had already left with Rong Jingyang.
"No, thank you." She stood up, "I still have unfinished business. Master Qin, please enjoy your meal."
"Hey, hey, hey—" Qin Yunxi pointed at Ivy's hurried departure as if he had seen a ghost and pouted, "So uncooperative?"
"Forget it, if they don't eat, we will!"
Qin Yunxi picked up his chopsticks and served Grace some meat, only to find her wiping her hands with a wet wipe with such force that her skin was almost rubbed raw.
He: "—"
Grace realized the man's gaze, looked up, her serious face filled with solemnity, and said, "Qin Yunxi, you should sleep with Ai Wei."