Ai Wei felt Rong Jingyang's hand on her shoulder and rejoiced. She hugged him tighter, "I knew you would come to save me. I knew you wouldn't let anything happen to me."
Rong Jingyang liked her. He liked her.
It was just that because of Feng Linwan and Du Ruoxin, he hadn't broken through that thin veil between them.
Today, she had to make him break it!
Rong Jingyang: "..."
His slightly flickering dark eyes turned cold the moment he saw the bloodstains on the floor.
She was injured?
Rong Jingyang swept her up and placed her on the sofa. His icy tone carried a murderous rage, "Who injured you?"
Ai Wei clutched the man's shirt tightly. Her gaze, however, lit up when she saw the crimson stain on his chest and the dried blood on his shoulder.
Du Ruoxin bit him?
Had they argued?
Seeing him rush over to her, and his worried expression, it seemed they had argued quite a bit?
"No..." Ai Wei sat up, wrapping one arm around his neck and gently caressing his shoulder, "You're injured? I'll get you medicine."
Saying this, she got off the sofa.
But because of the broken glass on the floor, Ai Wei stepped on it.
"Ah—"
The shards of glass pierced her sole, causing her to cry out and fall back onto the sofa.
Rong Jingyang couldn't even reach her in time. Seeing that she was injured again, he quickly held her foot to examine it, "You're not wearing shoes, don't move."
Seeing the glass shards embedded in her sole, he pulled them out.
"Mmm..."
Ai Wei's tears streamed down her face from the pain, her eyes like pearls filled with water, looking incredibly pitiful.
Rong Jingyang glanced at her and quickly looked away.
He pressed tissue paper to her sole and instep, then glanced around the chaotic room. He asked, "Do you know who did this?"
Ai Wei shook her head, "I don't know."
Rong Jingyang: "What were they looking for?"
Ai Wei also shook her head, "I'm not clear."
Rong Jingyang: "Have you offended anyone?"
Ai Wei said with a thick nasal voice, "No, you know my personality is gentle and I'm a bit clumsy. How could I provoke someone I shouldn't have?"
Rong Jingyang: "..."
For some reason, at this moment, he thought of his mother.
His father said his mother was angry, and given her personality, she might go to extreme lengths.
But—
Rong Jingyang didn't want to believe his mother had done this.
"Did you call the police?" he asked.
Ai Wei trembled, "I didn't dare. I'm afraid calling the police would provoke even stronger retaliation from them."
Rong Jingyang's breath hitched, and he said nothing further.
After the bleeding stopped, he stood up and said, "I'm going to the surveillance room."
Ai Wei grabbed his hand, "I'll go with you." Fearing he would refuse, she said with tears, "Don't leave me, I'm scared."
Rong Jingyang frowned, "Muli is outside."
Ai Wei shook her head, "I want to go with you."
Rong Jingyang stared at her foot, "You're injured."
Ai Wei insisted, "It's okay, it's just a small injury. I... I can hop there!"
Hop?
Did she think the injury wasn't severe enough and wanted to make it worse?
Seeing that Rong Jingyang still didn't agree, Ai Wei made as if to jump off the sofa, "Really, see for yourself."
Rong Jingyang put his arm around her waist, "Alright, I'll take you."
There was broken glass everywhere on the floor. Wasn't she afraid of injuring her foot again?
Just as Rong Jingyang was about to bend down to pick her up, Ai Wei cried out, "Ah."
Rong Jingyang looked at her, "What's wrong?"
Ai Wei wrapped her arms around the man's neck. Because she was standing on the sofa, she was slightly taller than him.
Staring at his thin lips, she lowered her head.
A Jing, I want to kiss you, and I know you want to kiss me too.
Ai Wei's head lowered further and further, but just as she was about to reach his lips, Rong Jingyang turned his face away.
He picked her up, his voice a little hoarse, "Let's go."
Ai Wei's face flushed red. So close, yet still so far!
Why was kissing him so difficult?
If she couldn't break through their friend status with Rong Jingyang, she feared... the lies she had painstakingly woven over the years... would eventually be exposed...
Ai Wei clutched the man's shirt tightly. She could clearly feel that he had feelings for her, but every time she wanted to kiss him or embrace him, he refused.
"A Jing..." she murmured.
"Hmm?"
Will you divorce Du Ruoxin?
Ai Wei wanted to ask, but dared not. She was afraid of hearing him say "no."
They didn't speak again on the way.
Rong Jingyang carried Ai Wei to the surveillance room. After checking for a while, they found the figures of Aunt Zhou and bodyguards in the elevator.
Rong Jingyang's pupils narrowed. Was it really his mother's doing?
She—
Why would she search Ai Wei's home?
"This isn't—" Ai Wei exclaimed, but quickly covered her mouth.
She looked at Rong Jingyang, hopping to his side, "No, Auntie is so gentle and kind. I don't believe it."
Ai Wei pointed at Aunt Zhou on the screen, "It must have been her acting on her own initiative."
Rong Jingyang's dark eyes flickered. If not his mother, then who? Aunt Zhou wouldn't dare to be so ruthless.
It was just that Ai Wei was being put in a difficult position, even making excuses for his mother.
"Mm." At a time like this, as a son, he could only agree and had no other reaction.
Rong Jingyang tilted his head, signaling Muli to negotiate with the security guards to delete all the videos, and then prepared to carry Ai Wei back.
"Wait!" The bodyguard who had searched Ai Wei's home with Aunt Zhou pushed the door open and entered.
He held an iPad and walked up to Rong Jingyang, respectfully saying, "Young Master, please take a look."
"..."
Rong Jingyang was surprised to see the bodyguard there, but he took the iPad.
And then—
His eyes went blank!
Because the iPad was playing a video. It showed Ai Wei's living room and dining room, neat and clean, when she first entered the house.
Ai Wei, seemingly stimulated by something, began to smash and break things wildly.
In a moment, the beautiful, spacious living room was as if it had been ravaged by a tornado, swept through by wild beasts.
He also saw her drawing a glass shard across her foot.
Just as he knocked on the door.
Rong Jingyang: "........."
Ai Wei also saw the content of the iPad video, "No—"
"It's not!"
She reached out to snatch it, but Rong Jingyang stopped her.
Ai Wei panicked. Never before had she been so flustered, "A Jing, listen to my explanation. It's not what you see. I didn't, I didn't..."
"You believe me."
"I..."
"I was forced to!"