Du Ruoxin drove her Rolls-Royce into the city, then abandoned the car by the roadside and walked away with her suitcase.
She actually wanted to step on the accelerator and sink the car into the river, but the car hadn't offended her.
Forget it, not taking her anger out on the innocent was the cultivation she had honed for 22 years.
Look, her cultivation was so high, her love and hate were clear, yet Rong Jingyang said she was lacking?
"..."
Why was her mind full of him again?
Du Ruoxin forcefully removed Rong Jingyang from her mind.
From now on, she would love herself well, and love Doudou, her daughter.
Because Doudou had gone abroad with her grandparents for a trip and was not in the country.
She was supposed to go too, but Du Ruoxin wanted to have some time alone with Rong Jingyang...
Forget it, no more mentioning him.
When Doudou returned, she would pick up her daughter to live with her.
The most pressing matter now was to find a place to settle down.
Du Ruoxin carried her suitcase into a hotel. It was too late to find a place, so she could only stay at a hotel for the night.
"Miss, hello, how can I help you?" the front desk lady asked enthusiastically.
"Open a standard room." Du Ruoxin took out her phone and flipped to Alipay.
When she clicked on the payment interface, she froze.
Whether it was Alipay or WeChat, she only had one card bound to it – Rong Jingyang's globally unlimited super black card subsidiary card.
This meant that by swiping this card, let alone cars, houses, or private islands, she could even buy airplanes, rockets, and spaceships.
But the prerequisite was that Rong Jingyang would receive a bill notification for every transaction she made.
No, she couldn't use it.
Since she had decided to dissolve their marital relationship, she couldn't use a single cent of his money anymore.
Du Ruoxin habitually reached for her pocket, but reality was cruel; all four pockets were equally empty.
She—
Apart from Rong Jingyang's money, she was poorer than someone receiving social welfare.
"Miss?" The front desk lady looked at Du Ruoxin's ever-changing expression and thought to herself: Could she be trying to scam free food and lodging?
Then she saw Du Ruoxin bend down and open her suitcase.
Du Ruoxin rummaged through her old clothes and found a wallet from seven or eight years ago. She flipped through it; there was no cash, only a bank card, a phone card, and a photo.
She took out a exclusive black savings card from a certain international bank, the only one of its kind globally, which had been sealed for nearly three years, and stared blankly.
This card...
She couldn't use it either.
She had been avoiding "them" for three years and didn't want to... attract their attention now.
Sighing, Du Ruoxin glanced at the photo in her wallet again, decisively put away the bank card, and left with her luggage, "Sorry to bother you."
As she walked out of the hotel, her mood was low.
In the plaza, a group of middle-aged women were dancing to the globally popular "Most Dazzling National Style" with twisted movements. Du Ruoxin's gaze blurred, and her steps faltered.
"You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky,
Let me keep you with my heart..."
Rong Jingyang had no heart.
Or rather, his heart was never on her; his tenderness never belonged to her.
Although it was a cheerful dance tune, Du Ruoxin felt as if her heart was being sliced by a knife.
When the song ended, and she came back to her senses, she found her suitcase was gone.
Where were her things?
Her only belongings!
And her phone card, her photo, her ID card, passport, bank card...
"Who stole my things?" Du Ruoxin cried out, standing in place.
She scanned the entire area, and suddenly, her eyes fixed on someone.
Rong Jingyang!
Du Ruoxin strode swiftly to him and grabbed his suit, "Give me back my suitcase!"
Rong Jingyang: "... Hmm?"
He had followed Du Ruoxin by car. The phone's GPS showed that the Rolls-Royce had stopped by the river and then went silent.
For some reason, his first thought was that Du Ruoxin had abandoned the car and left.
Having known her for seven years, though he didn't love her, he knew her temperament at heart.
She was clearly a wolf with a fox's nature, yet she pretended to be a little lamb in front of him?
Rong Jingyang took out his phone and made a few calls. Immediately, Du Ruoxin's movements after abandoning the car appeared clearly on his phone.
The last sighting was of her watching people dance in the plaza.
Her desolate figure was so lonely, so cold.
She...
With a step on the accelerator, Rong Jingyang appeared at the plaza in his sports car.
But he didn't call out to her immediately; he just watched the woman's solitary figure and fell into thought.
If she really refused to apologize...
Rong Jingyang called Rong Cheng and asked him to hand over the project of developing the cultural tourism city to Ai Wei.
As soon as the call ended, Du Ruoxin, furious, grabbed his clothes and bombarded him with questions.
"To force me to apologize to Ai Wei, you actually stole my suitcase?"
The dignified chairman of Rong Group, the terrifying Master Rong of City E, actually did something like this.
Rong Jingyang, you've gone too far!
He: "—"
What suitcase? He hadn't seen it when he arrived.
"Give it back to me!"
"Give it back to me!"
"Give me back my suitcase!"
"You thief!"
The woman's indiscriminate angry accusations and blows made Rong Jingyang's face turn ashen.
The punches didn't hurt when they landed on him, but her attitude...
Rong Jingyang seized Du Ruoxin's hands and stared at her coldly, "Do you think that's possible?"
Du Ruoxin's angry eyes froze.
At this moment, she sadly realized that Rong Jingyang didn't love her at all. He liked Ai Wei, so how could he inconvenience Ai Wei for her?
Therefore, she was always the one who was wronged.
"Fine!" Du Ruoxin gritted her teeth and said with a dead heart, "I'll go apologize to her!"