"If you wish, I will give you the construction of the next civilian airports and private airports in these three locations," Rong Jingyang said.
Ai Wei: "—"
In that instant, her entire being froze, a thousand thoughts racing through her mind.
What, what did he mean?
For Du Ruoxin, he wanted to drive her away again? This time, he wanted to send her abroad?
No!
She didn't want to leave him!
Ai Wei knew that as soon as she left Rong Jingyang, left E City, she would never have a chance to become the young madam of the Rong family.
She was unwilling. She had been by Rong Jingyang's side for over ten or twenty years, had made every effort, and didn't even mind being his mistress, not minding following him without status.
As long as he loved her, as long as he had her in his heart.
But—
Rong Jingyang's recent attitude towards Du Ruoxin and towards her had left Ai Wei feeling helpless.
She panicked.
Was she about to lose something that was seemingly within reach?
"No..."
Ai Wei shook her head, tears streaming down her face again.
Rong Jingyang felt guilty at the sight of women's tears and dared not look directly at her. He averted his gaze and said, "Don't be so quick to refuse, consider it."
No need to consider, I refuse!
Ai Wei wanted to refuse directly, but the words wouldn't come out when they reached her lips.
Seeing her buried in the pillow, covering her face with the quilt, Rong Jingyang didn't feel it was appropriate to say more. He only said, "I have some matters to attend to, I'll come find you later."
With that, he left the ward in his wheelchair.
Only when the door closed did Ai Wei lift her head from the quilt.
Staring in the direction the man had left, anger and hatred flickered in her eyes.
No!
This time, Rong Jingyang, you won't get rid of me so easily!
If you don't force him to leave Du Ruoxin, I won't rest until I die!
Abruptly wiping away her tears, Ai Wei sent a message to Christiano: [Sir, Rong Jingyang did not argue with Du Ruoxin. He wants to send me abroad for Du Ruoxin's sake.]
Christiano was sitting in a pavilion in the garden, holding a black piece in one hand and a white piece in the other, unsure which to place.
Upon seeing Ai Wei's message, he was first stunned, then he smiled, a dazzling smile.
A good opportunity!
A perfect opportunity delivered by Rong Jingyang himself!
Christiano placed the white piece on the chessboard, his mood greatly improved, and replied: [Retreat to advance.]
Ai Wei: "????"
Staring at these four words, her heart sank to the bottom.
Why "retreat to advance" again?
This was the second time Christiano had said these four words to her.
Retreat, retreat, retreat.
Ai Wei didn't understand. How long did he want her to retreat? If she retreated any further, she would be forever disconnected from the title of "Mrs. Rong"!
[Please, sir, enlighten me.] she wrote.
Christiano looked at Ai Wei's message, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. So stupid!
How could such a stupid woman cause trouble for Xin'er?
But despite his inner thoughts, Ai Wei was the center of his entire plan. Christiano still explained, [I will arrange a scene tomorrow, you play your part well.]
[Don't you Chinese have an idiom, "jin wu cang jiao" (golden house to hide a beloved)?]
Ai Wei's spirits lifted upon seeing the lines of text!
Yes, jin wu cang jiao!
If she was the "beloved" in Rong Jingyang's heart, how could Du Ruoxin tolerate it?
Ai Wei suddenly felt a bit curious and expectant. What kind of spectacular drama was Christiano asking her to perform?
"Achoo—"
Du Ruoxin suddenly felt a chill down her spine and let out an unexpected sneeze.
Rubbing her nose.
She turned over, preparing to enjoy a good lie-in.
However, at this moment, a phone rang, disturbing her peace.
"Ring ring ring—"