Rong Jingyang's handsome face was etched with fatigue as he recalled the previous night.
Glancing at his bitten arm, he leaned back against the wheelchair, his lazy voice a low murmur, "You wouldn't let go of me, so if I didn't give you vinegar, what else would you drink?"
"White vinegar? Light soy sauce? Chili water? Or mustard?"
Du Ruoxin: "..."
Try pouring it on me!
Rong Jingyang, you really should learn from your father how to make women happy!
The woman, displeased, quipped, "I think you should have knocked me out with one blow, or knocked my teeth out."
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils sharpened, his deep voice carrying a hint of authority, "So, you called me first thing this morning just to argue?"
Du Ruoxin was silenced. Of course, she hadn't called to argue with him.
It was just that—
Never mind, for their daughter's sake, she would endure!
"Doudou is angry with you. No matter what you have planned this afternoon, cancel it and pick her up from school."
After speaking, Du Ruoxin hung up without giving Rong Jingyang a chance to reply.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Listening to the beeping busy signal from the speakerphone, his brow furrowed.
Still angry?
He was clearly in the wrong, and he had used underhanded tactics. Where did she get off being so furious?
Rong Jingyang put away his phone and lit a cigarette. Before he could take two puffs, voices echoed from the corridor.
"Miss Ai, you still can't get out of bed."
"Miss Ai..."
Rong Jingyang threw away his cigar and quickly returned to the hospital room, "What's wrong?"
Before dawn this morning, a call from the nurse had him rushing to the hospital.
Ai Wei was still not cooperating with her treatment.
Sigh!
Hadn't he told her to rest well and recover, and that he would handle everything else?
It was just about the airport...
If Du Ruoxin was determined to interfere and not let go, he would be helpless.
Rong Jingyang couldn't hurt his mother and wife's feelings for Ai Wei, nor could he let Ai Wei cause discord in the family.
So, he could only—
As soon as Ai Wei saw Rong Jingyang enter, she stopped insisting on getting out of bed, only to say softly, "I want to go back to the company. I still have... still have a lot of things to handle."
How could Rong Jingyang not understand that she was anxious about her design drafts?
He pressed Ai Wei back onto the hospital bed and said, "I've already requested leave for you."
Ai Wei lowered her head, her expression dejected, "I..."
Rong Jingyang saw her pale face, her clutching her phone, and tears about to fall, and his heart sank.
Had someone from San Jian Group called her just now?
Did she know? Did she know that Du Ruoxin had plagiarized her design drafts?
Alas—
What was coming was bound to come.
But Rong Jingyang did not mention it proactively.
Ai Wei clutched her phone tightly, her fingernails turning white.
She was waiting, waiting for Rong Jingyang to speak first.
But she waited and waited, until she lost all patience, and he remained as steady as a rock, not saying a word.
Two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks.
Ai Wei choked out, "AJing, what exactly should I do for Ruoxin to let me go?"
"I know I don't have the ability, nor the influence, to compete with her."
"I apologized to her."
"I—"
The woman sobbed uncontrollably.
Rong Jingyang couldn't bear it. After twenty years of friendship, he knew what kind of person she was. Perhaps she was a bit too eager, but she was still kind.
Now, she was being suppressed by Du Ruoxin's unscrupulous methods.
He raised an eyebrow and said, "Have you considered looking for a change of environment?"
Ai Wei suddenly looked up, her eyes tearful, looking at the man—what did he mean? She didn't understand.
Rong Jingyang continued, "Don't you like Paris? Like Melbourne, like Miami?"
He would use the world as a stage to fulfill her dreams.
Ai Wei still looked bewildered and didn't quite understand, "Mm."
And then?
Why was he suddenly talking about this with her?