Rong Jingyang subtly curved his lips. How could he not understand his friend’s intention in changing the subject?
Playing around was fine, but settling down to marry and have children was another matter. Old Qin didn’t think much of Caroline.
Despite his usual flowery sweet talk, when it came to marriage, he’d run as far as possible.
He was a typical playboy.
Shaking his head, Rong Jingyang didn’t offer any further commentary on his friend’s feelings. He poured them both some of his prized vintage wine and handed a glass to Qin Yunxi. "Tonight, meet someone for me."
Qin Yunxi: "Who? Where?"
Rong Jingyang: "The club, the chairman of Maruti."
So, Old Yang’s intended partner was Maruti? Approaching Tata was merely a feint, designed to keep people guessing.
Qin Yunxi suddenly understood, "No wonder you asked me to come over."
It was because he, known for his love of fine wine and beautiful women, frequented places of pleasure and mingled with women, would not arouse suspicion.
"Alright then." Qin Yunxi downed his wine. "Let’s get this straight, if you manage to annoy Ruoxin, I won’t help you."
He might even kick you when you're down.
Who told this guy to be so infuriating!
He used Du Ruoxin’s affection to act recklessly and wastefully.
—
"Achoo—"
Du Ruoxin sneezed.
She grabbed a tissue, rubbed her nose, and continued driving on the highway.
After getting the car from Fan Yinghao, she had been driving west.
She passed through congested cities, navigated dirt roads, traversed fields, and finally reached the highway.
She loved traveling west.
China’s most beautiful scenery was in the west. From east to west, she had often thought about driving from City E to Tibet, but it had never happened.
The main reason was Rong Jingyang’s busy schedule.
She didn’t want to travel alone; it was too lonely.
After getting married and having children, Du Ruoxin’s life was filled with her family.
She also liked the west because of a poem, "The moon rises over the willow branches, lovers meet after dusk." Didn't this signify the setting sun and growing old with Rong Jingyang?
Just as Du Ruoxin’s heart was filled with warmth, her phone rang, "Ring ring ring—"
It was a video call from Doudou. She quickly swiped to answer.
"Baby, do you miss Mommy?"
Rong Doudou’s soft, sweet voice melted Du Ruoxin’s heart. "Mommy, when are you coming back?"
Du Ruoxin: "In a few days. Will you play with Grandma, okay?"
Rong Doudou pouted. "No! I want Mommy!"
Du Ruoxin gently comforted her, "Be a good boy..."
Rong Doudou’s eyes immediately welled up. "Mommy is bad! You didn't come to watch me compete last year, and you're not coming this year!"
What competition?
Du Ruoxin’s mind went blank for a moment.
It was Feng Linwan who stepped in to help, "Doudou has a city roller skating competition the day after tomorrow. How are things going on your end?"
Du Ruoxin called out "Mommy" and then said, "It's in progress."
But to resolve it in one day was impossible.
Unless—
Using extraordinary means!
Du Ruoxin felt a pang of heaviness in her heart, but her expression remained unchanged.
Feng Linwan also knew that things wouldn't be easily resolved, especially when it came to opening up new markets, which greatly increased the difficulty.
"Ruoxin, don't worry. You and Jingyang talk it over properly." Feng Linwan observed her daughter-in-law’s expression closely. "Has he been good to you these past few days? Has he bullied you?"
As soon as Du Ruoxin heard her husband's name, her eyes lit up. "How dare he bully me?"
"I'm the one who bullies him."
Feng Linwan breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good."
It seemed her son and daughter-in-law were getting along wonderfully, which put her mind at ease.
Du Ruoxin's smile widened. Hahaha, she felt like she was the birth mother, and Rong Jingyang was adopted.
The mother and daughter chatted for a while longer.
Amidst Rong Doudou’s cooing and pouting, she promised to return as soon as possible.
But after hanging up, Du Ruoxin’s heart was heavy again.
What extraordinary means?
Hold her brother at gunpoint to agree to her signing the contract? Or kidnap old Mr. Addis?
Du Ruoxin shook her head bitterly.
Neither would work!
She wasn't a hooligan; she had to solve problems civilly.
Many thoughts flashed through Du Ruoxin’s mind. Suddenly, her eyes lit up.
She had an idea!