Before Kristino could speak, Aethelstan trotted over, took his arm, and said sweetly, "Yes, having a woman around to take care of me makes me feel a little better."
As she said this, Aethelstan's face turned red all the way to her neck.
She was still a girl, but due to her grandfather's request, she had referred to herself as a woman.
No, perhaps tonight, she would become the gentleman's woman.
Aethelstan was very nervous, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
She even felt as if she were floating, her whole body light and her face burning hot.
Kristino glanced at the shy girl but did not show any rejection.
Aethelstan helped him into the house.
The old man looked at his granddaughter and Kristino clinging to each other, a proud smile on his face.
Had it worked out?
Originally, he had organized the coming-of-age banquet for his granddaughter to select a future husband for her.
His first choice was Kristino J. Rothschild, but he already had a fiancée, so the old man had to give up the idea.
However, when he learned that Kristino had broken off his engagement with Clara that afternoon, the old man's hopes were rekindled.
Even though he knew Kristino's heart belonged to Du Ruoxin, the old man did not give up in the face of immense benefits.
Which powerful man didn't have a string of lovers?
He himself kept many women around the world.
As long as Aethelstan could win Kristino's heart, as long as she could become the young madam of the Rothschild family, feelings—
Could be cultivated slowly!
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The romantic candlelight dinner was brief. Du Ruoxin had not yet savored enough sweet time with her husband when a phone call interrupted their peace.
It was Rong Cheng calling.
Thinking that the hotel matters were not yet resolved, Du Ruoxin answered the phone.
"Madam, the plan is ready. Are you available for a video call?" Rong Cheng said.
Du Ruoxin: "In a moment, five minutes."
After hanging up, she looked at Rong Jingyang. "Mr. Rong, please wait for me. I'll be right back."
Rong Jingyang nodded. "Go ahead."
Du Ruoxin went to the study, opened her laptop, and connected.
Led by Rong Cheng, the hotel executives integrated nearby entertainment and recreational activities, formulated and launched a low-price but extremely cost-effective travel package.
For example, the Jinrong International Hotel used to cost 1988 yuan per night, but now it only costs 1888 yuan, which includes breakfast, two hours of surfing, a hot air balloon ride, a beachcombing experience, and free shuttle service throughout!
It was simply excellent value for money, making people's hearts flutter.
It's better to act than to be moved. Hurry up and stock up. It's valid for one year and will be automatically refunded upon expiration!
Rong Cheng had even collaborated with the airport... blah blah blah...
Du Ruoxin was very satisfied after listening and asked everyone to start promoting and executing the plan.
What was supposed to be a quick meeting turned into an hour.
When Du Ruoxin came out again, Rong Jingyang was no longer in the dining room.
"Honey... Honey..."
She looked for him inside the house.
In the air, talking could be heard from another bedroom. Du Ruoxin approached.
Rong Jingyang was also busy. The sound of crackling fire, collapsing houses, fleeing crowds, and screams came from the computer.
The fire was growing, and the mountain fire illuminated the entire sky, exuding the terrifying aura of a hell on earth.
Even through the screen, Du Ruoxin could feel the strong threat of death.
Where was the fire?
Without disturbing Rong Jingyang, she gently closed the door and retreated.
Lying on the sofa, Du Ruoxin took out her phone and searched for related news.
When she saw that a wildfire in Canada had already left thousands of people homeless, her heart felt heavy.
Alas.
In the face of natural disasters, how small humans are.
She could only hope that the government departments would extinguish the fire quickly and rebuild their homes.
Du Ruoxin clasped her hands in prayer.
As if thinking of something, she called her good friend, Ning Ni.
Ning Ni was the youngest financial expert on Wall Street, a Chinese American who grew up in the United States but possessed pure Chinese blood.
"Ni Ni, help me donate ten million."
Her money had been managed by Ning Ni for several years, and Du Ruoxin hadn't asked how much it had grown.
Ning Ni was surprised to hear Sister Xin talking about donating money as soon as she answered the phone, but she didn't ask further and said with a smile, "Where?"
Du Ruoxin: "Canada, there's a wildfire happening there."
Ning Ni: "Okay."
Du Ruoxin: "In the form of supplies."
Not donating money directly, donating money... easily breeds corruption.
Ning Ni: "Okay."
"Sister Xin, when are you coming back to America? I miss you. I haven't seen you in a long time."
Du Ruoxin: "I'm busy lately. I'll call you when I have time."
Ning Ni: "Alright." She paused and said, "Then I'll find time to come to China."
Du Ruoxin smiled and said, "I'll be waiting for you."
The two chatted for a while longer and then hung up.
Du Ruoxin looked towards the guest room—Rong Jingyang still hadn't come out.
It was rare for them to have alone time, and she didn't want to waste it like this.
[Do something meaningful!]
Du Ruoxin's eyes rolled, and then a sly smile appeared on her face.