Early in the morning, Du Ruoxin drove the most understated BMW from the Rong family's garage to work.
There was no other way; last night, she had been brought back to the villa by Rong Jingyang.
She had to drive to leave the mountain.
She didn't want to walk for another seven, eight, nine, or ten hours.
Her legs would break!
Upon arriving at the training institution, as Du Ruoxin got out of the car, a familiar face approached her.
Rong Cheng, carrying some items, said with a gentle smile, "Have you eaten breakfast?"
Du Ruoxin shook her head, "I didn't have time."
Fearing traffic and being late, she had left as soon as she woke up.
Rong Cheng glanced at his watch, then at her car, and tilted his head, "There's still time, shall we eat first?"
Du Ruoxin, whose stomach was rumbling, replied, "Sure."
Getting into the car, she ate her favorite steamed buns, chive dumplings, and millet porridge, looking very satisfied.
Rong Cheng watched her the entire time.
His gaze made Du Ruoxin feel a bit awkward, "Aren't you eating?"
Did she eat in an ugly manner? Or was it an eyesore?
Rong Cheng chuckled softly, "I've already eaten. I bought this for you."
"Oh." Du Ruoxin buried her head and continued eating, but she couldn't help but wonder: did he specifically buy things she liked? Why?
Because they were friends?
Did he come to support her on her first day of work, worried she wouldn't adapt?
Not bad, Rong Cheng was a friend worth befriending.
Du Ruoxin devoured the delicious breakfast, asking as she ate, "Rong Jingyang doesn't agree to the divorce. You know him well, what should I do?"
Men could not tolerate one thing the most – being cuckolded.
But Rong Cheng could not say this directly.
He skirted around the issue, hinting, "After leaving Master, have you thought about how you'll live your life?"
Of course, I have, Du Ruoxin replied without hesitation, "Raise Dou Dou well."
Rong Cheng: "What else? For example, yourself?"
Du Ruoxin: "Dou Dou and I depend on each other."
For the rest of her life, she would dedicate all her energy to her daughter, accompanying her as she grew and nurturing her talents. This was her only goal.
Rong Cheng sighed. Seeing that Du Ruoxin hadn't understood his meaning, he clarified, "I mean, you are still so young, not..."
Du Ruoxin shook her head and interrupted, "I won't look for anyone else."
"Aren't you hurt enough after being hurt once?"
Her heart was not strong enough to endure giving her all to a man a second or third time, only to be met with humble pleas and suffocating, all-encompassing pain.
For the rest of her life, she would never like another man again.
And, she would never marry again.
Rong Cheng looked at her, unable to utter a word for a moment. He knew that no matter how much he said, it couldn't mend Du Ruoxin's shattered heart.
After a moment of silence, he said, "There is a way, but..."
Du Ruoxin looked at him excitedly, "What way?"
As long as she could leave Rong Jingyang, she was willing to do anything.
"Fake your death, but you cannot take Dou Dou with you."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
Rong Cheng's expression turned stern, "If you want to leave with Dou Dou, Master will not believe it. Even if he searched the entire earth, he would find you."
Rong Jingyang's power was terrifying enough to make one tremble. In this world, there was nothing he couldn't do if he wanted to.
If given a choice between a terrorist and Rong Jingyang, Rong Cheng would rather provoke a terrorist than offend Rong Jingyang.
Because terrorists could only survive in the shadows, while Rong Jingyang operated in both the dark and the light.
He was the devil of the dark world and the god of the light world.
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Rong Jingyang was very busy.
A plan for the construction of the international airport needed to be presented today and then submitted to the central government for approval.
But no matter how busy he was, at nine in the morning, he still called the villa on time.
"Has Du Ruoxin gotten up?"
The housekeeper replied, "Madam left by car at seven o'clock."
Rong Jingyang frowned slightly. Wasn't she usually a late riser? Why did she get up so early?
After hanging up, Rong Jingyang called Du Ruoxin's number again.
"Vixen, vixen, leave my sight..."
A song about a vixen pulled Rong Jingyang's thoughts back to yesterday, and the image of the petite person baring her teeth and singing flashed in his mind.
It was so captivating!
Rong Jingyang hung up the phone.
That little girl was truly...
He issued an order to Mu Li – find Du Ruoxin and bring her here.
"A Jing." Ivy walked towards Rong Jingyang with her graceful steps, "Everyone is waiting for you."
Rong Jingyang grunted and turned towards the reception hall.
Ivy grabbed his hand, "Don't move."
She straightened his tie and adjusted his suit. The intimacy and naturalness that unconsciously flowed from her were like the deep love a wife had for her husband. "Your collar is a bit crooked."
Rong Jingyang was accustomed to her meticulous care. As if making a promise, he said, "I'll give you the title of Chief Designer."
Ivy pouted playfully, "Does Chairman Rong think so highly of me?"
"Aren't you afraid people will say I'm using connections?"
The airport hadn't even been confirmed for construction or not, and the chief designer was already decided?
Wasn't this putting the cart before the horse?
Should one say Rong Jingyang's power was so great it could cover the sky with one hand, or that he had given her a blank check?
Rong Jingyang looked at her with unconcealed arrogance, brief and domineering, "You are worthy."
Ivy smiled, her smile bright and dazzling, "Thank you, Mr. Rong, for your appreciation. This humble woman will not disappoint."
But then, as if remembering something, her eyes dimmed slightly, and she said with some worry, "As you know, I haven't been back in the country for long, and I don't know many people."
"Many people will be scrambling for the position of Chief Designer."
"I have neither qualifications nor experience. What if someone is unhappy with me? What if someone tries to trip me up?"
"A Jing, I'm a little scared."
Rong Jingyang rubbed her head. This head-patting gesture, filled with kingly authority, conveyed, "With me here, no one will dare to trouble you."