Du Ruoxin bit her lower lip, remaining silent. Her mind was a mess, and her heart ached.
She didn't want to think about Rong Jingyang.
She didn't want to think about anything related to him.
That liar!
He only knew how to deceive her, fool her, and emotionally manipulate her!
Recalling reports online about emotional manipulation, and the news of a highly intelligent female university student from Peking University's Law School who was long-term emotionally manipulated by her boyfriend, eventually leading to her suicide, Du Ruoxin felt increasingly chilled and fearful, her limbs growing cold.
Emotional manipulation?
It primarily refers to emotional control that aims for "suicide encouragement," "pet domestication," and "insatiable exploitation" of women through deceptive, enticing, guiding, or violent means.
"..."
No, Rong Jingyang wasn't that kind of person. Rong Jingyang hadn't treated her that way.
No...
Du Ruoxin dared not believe it, much less let her thoughts spread and erode her reason.
Stop!
Cease!
She couldn't think about it anymore! If she continued to dwell on it and suffer, she would surely jump off the car with her daughter!
Du Ruoxin stopped her terrifying thoughts that threatened to drive her mad.
The bodyguard still hadn't received a reply from his madam. However, seeing that she seemed normal in the rearview mirror, without any significant distress, he didn't press her to talk.
After all...
Most of the time, he was merely a bodyguard, rarely even appearing before Du Ruoxin.
He quietly turned on the music, adjusted the volume, and asked, "Madam, will this disturb you?"
Du Ruoxin shook her head. "No."
The car continued to drive on the wide main road, playing lyrical and pleasant music, creating an illusion of peaceful days.
"Ring ring ring—"
Suddenly, a phone rang.
Du Ruoxin startled, realizing it was her own phone, not Rong Jingyang's. She quickly took it out of her bag.
The screen displayed "Rong Cheng." She swiped the green button and held it to her ear.
"Madam, I just finished my work," Rong Cheng said. "Do you have time now?"
In reality, he was making this call because he had learned that "Master" had already left the country and was on a plane bound for overseas.
Du Ruoxin: "..."
After a few seconds of stunned silence, she remembered asking Rong Cheng for help. She replied, "Yes, I have time."
Thinking about what he was about to do, Rong Cheng's nerves tightened, and he dared not even breathe too loudly. "Is it convenient to meet?"
Du Ruoxin replied weakly, "Where?"
Hearing her agreement, Rong Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Times Square, 2nd floor, the coffee shop."
Du Ruoxin: "Okay."
Soon, the car arrived at Yunhu International.
Du Ruoxin's legs felt weak, her entire body listless, and her hands devoid of strength.
She asked the nanny to take her daughter to the bedroom, tucked her in, and then gently closed the door, exiting the room.
"Madam, in a few days it will be..."
Du Ruoxin coldly interrupted, "I'm going out."
The nanny: "Oh, then..."
She intended to ask more questions, but Du Ruoxin had already picked up her phone and dialed. "Trevor, are you at the Rong residence?"
Trevor: "Yes, I've been following Miss."
Ever since Christiano assigned him to Du Ruoxin, he had been like a shadow, following her everywhere.
Du Ruoxin: "Drive the car to the entrance."
She didn't want to use Rong Jingyang's car, nor his people.
Trevor: "Yes."
Seeing his madam hang up, the nanny was about to inquire again, but Du Ruoxin gave her no chance, quickly slipping away.
The nanny: "..."
Du Ruoxin got into the car. "Times Square."
Trevor stepped on the accelerator, speeding away from the villa complex. "Understood."