The moment the man withdrew, Du Ruoxin felt the world collapse, crushing her into dust.
"Rong Jingyang, stop!" Du Ruoxin roared at the retreating figure by the door, "If you dare to go today, you will regret it!"
Ai Wei, Ai Wei, it was Ai Wei again!
Why was she always haunting between her and Rong Jingyang?
Why was Rong Jingyang always so anxious about Ai Wei, leaving her without hesitation?
"..." The man's footsteps paused.
Without turning back, he said in a deep voice, "I'll be back for dinner tonight," and disappeared behind the door.
Du Ruoxin's tears streamed down, her heart aching and twitching.
"Rong Jingyang!"
She slapped herself in the face!
Du Ruoxin, you fool! You still have illusions about him! You healed and forgot the pain!
He doesn't care about you, he doesn't like you, he finds you disgusting...
When will you give up?
Do you really have to wait until Ai Wei comes to the Rong family pregnant with their child, forcing the Rong family to acknowledge her status as the second madam, before you despair?
No—
She couldn't accept it!
She wanted to leave!
As soon as Rong Jingyang drove away, Du Ruoxin left too.
On the second floor, Feng Linwan and Rong Jianshen, husband and wife, were relieved to see their son and daughter-in-law communicating smoothly.
But who knew that with one phone call, their son left, and their daughter-in-law left too.
Especially hearing Du Ruoxin slap herself, how heartbroken must she have been to inflict such a harsh blow?
Feng Linwan touched her face, her eyes full of heartache.
"Alas!"
"Ruoxin girl is also stubborn!"
"That slap just now..."
She heard it from the second floor. Alas, it hurt so much, didn't it?
Feng Linwan clapped her hands together, "Is Rong Jingyang my biological son?! Ah!"
So angry!
If he wasn't her biological son, she would break his legs!
Rong Jianshen, seeing his wife trembling with anger, thoughtfully massaged her shoulders to relax her nerves, "Don't be angry. Their marriage is something they have to go through themselves."
It's impossible for Feng Linwan to date on behalf of her son and daughter-in-law, right?
There were some things she could help with, but some things could only be resolved by the couple themselves.
Rong Jingyang had always been a bit slow on the uptake, especially in matters of the heart, like an insulator.
Women chasing him stretched from Earth to the moon, yet none had ever entered his heart.
Even Feng Linwan's autistic younger son had a girlfriend, but Rong Jingyang, who was exceptionally intelligent and never caused Feng Linwan any worry since childhood, always the domineering CEO, remained single.
For a while, she even suspected her son had a problem with his sexual orientation and had her husband have a "deep" talk with their son.
"Alas—"
Feng Linwan sighed again, "No, you send someone to follow Ruoxin. I'm afraid something will happen to her."
Rong Jianshen repeatedly said, "I've sent them."
Feng Linwan was still uneasy, restless as an ant on a hot pan. She broke free from her husband and ran, shouting, "Aunt Zhou, are things all done?"
Aunt Zhou, who was the nanny at Ai Wei's house, replied, "Madam, don't worry, it's all done."
"Perfectly done."
Feng Linwan's eyelids kept twitching, and she felt a terrible unease. She had a feeling something was going to happen. "Done?"
Aunt Zhou assured her again and again, "Yes, absolutely done."
She took out her phone, flipped to an app, and handed it to Feng Linwan, "Madam, please look."
When they searched Ai Wei's house, Ai Wei had not returned.
Aunt Zhou knew that Ai Wei must have been plotting something bad, but she couldn't guess what it was, so she called Feng Linwan.
Feng Linwan didn't say much, gave a few instructions, and asked someone to give Aunt Zhou something.
As long as Ai Wei didn't play tricks or cause trouble, she could let her go.
Feng Linwan took the phone, and her crescent-like starry eyes suddenly narrowed.
Hiss—
This?
She had overestimated Ai Wei's character.
...
Rong Jingyang drove at full speed, afraid of being too late and something really happening to Ai Wei.
"Bang bang bang!"
He urgently knocked on the door, "Ivy, it's me, open the door!"
Upon hearing Rong Jingyang's arrival, Ai Wei picked up a piece of broken glass and unhesitatingly cut her own instep.
Blood, like a fountain, stained the ground red.
"Ivy, open the door!" Rong Jingyang kept calling, thinking she hadn't heard.
Ai Wei limped to the door, blood flowing all over the floor with her steps. After composing herself, she asked tremblingly, "A Jing, is that you?"
Rong Jingyang, "It's me."
Ai Wei opened the door and threw herself into his arms, sobbing heartbrokenly, "I thought I would never see you again."
"A Jing, I'm so scared, woo woo woo—"
Rong Jingyang's pupils darkened. Facing the panicked and frightened woman in his arms, he raised his hand halfway, paused for a moment, and finally placed it on her shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."