"..." Ai Wei stared at the man who had promised to help, her eyes filled with doubt and a hint of anticipation.
"Really?"
"Rong Jingyang, would you really hurt Du Ruoxin for me?"
After speaking, Rong Jingyang was shocked by his own words. What had he just said? What did he say?
But the words were out, like spilled water, impossible to take back.
He felt a surge of irritation.
Suppressing his anger, Rong Jingyang said, "You rest first, I'll handle it."
Without giving Ai Wei a chance to speak, the man controlled his wheelchair and turned to leave.
"AJing!"
Ai Wei called out.
Rong Jingyang stopped his wheelchair but did not turn his head or speak.
Ai Wei spoke again, "Don't argue with Ruoxin for me."
"And don't owe too many favors for me."
The first sentence referred to Du Ruoxin kidnapping her.
The second sentence referred to whether the design drafts could be put to a public vote.
Rong Jingyang's expression darkened when he realized Ai Wei didn't know that Du Ruoxin was solely responsible for both matters. He said, "Rest well."
Alas!
Du Ruoxin's design drafts were posted online; Ai Wei would discover the clues as soon as she opened the webpage.
There was no need to investigate specifically.
Rong Jingyang left the hospital and got into the car.
At this moment, Lin Xuanyao handed him a new phone. "Sir, here is the phone you requested."
Rong Jingyang took it.
He slid open the screen, entered Ai Wei's phone number, and his finger habitually pressed the dial button.
But—
His index finger seemed to be stuck to the keypad, not moving for a long time.
Originally, he had thought that since Du Ruoxin had deleted Ai Wei's number from his phone, he couldn't add it back, so he would buy a new one.
However, it seemed, perhaps, there was no need?
His finger slid away, exited the screen, pressed the lock button, and Rong Jingyang casually stuffed the new phone into the seatback pocket of the front seat.
"Give me your phone," he said to Lin Xuanyao.
"Yes." Lin Xuanyao handed him the phone.
Rong Jingyang used it to call Ai Wei. "From now on, if you need to find me, call Xuanyao's number."
Ai Wei: "..."
All the way, Rong Jingyang's face was terrifyingly gloomy. The air pressure in the back seat was extremely low, like the frigid low-pressure zone of minus ten degrees Celsius in a world of ice and snow.
A blockage churned in the man's heart.
At this moment, he was like a volcano at its tipping point, calm on the surface but turbulent within.
So much so that when Rong Jingyang appeared at the farmstead and saw Christiano looking at Du Ruoxin with affection, his blue eyes filled with deep adoration, no, gently and tenderly placing a yellow rose on her, and Du Ruoxin smiling brilliantly, he exploded.
Yellow roses?
They symbolized expectant, waiting love.
Du Ruoxin, when did you plan to respond to Christiano's love?!
In that instant, the rage surging in his chest erupted like a volcano, from his lungs, reaching every inch of his skin, every cell.
Rong Jingyang was furious!
He rushed over, grabbed the woman, tore the yellow rose from her hair, and shredded it.
"Husband... Ah..."
The moment Du Ruoxin saw Rong Jingyang, her face was full of smiles, but the next second, she was hurt by his rough actions.
He had also pulled out several of her hairs!
Her scalp was numb with pain!
Du Ruoxin stared in disbelief at the man's terrifying action of tearing the ginkgo rose to shreds. She staggered to her feet from his lap, her voice sharp as she asked, "Rong Jingyang, what are you doing?!"
Has he gone mad?!
He doesn't answer his phone, and then he comes and yells at her, has he eaten explosives?