Rong Jingyang: "—"
She liked him that much... trying to seduce him with all her might...
Rong Jingyang was not a man of sweet words, nor one who indulged in romance.
He was steady, reserved, even a little dull.
A woman's bright, expectant eyes met Rong Jingyang's directly. Even though he disliked it... he couldn't bear to disappoint her.
He raised his hand, cupped the back of her neck, and pulled her towards him.
Rong Jingyang slowly leaned close to Du Ruoxin's ear, his thin lips gently brushing her earlobe.
Du Ruoxin was a little nervous, but after the teasing earlier, she didn't hold much hope.
However—
Her heart felt a little heavy!
If Rong Jingyang dared to toy with her again, she vowed to slap him!
"***"
With that, the man released her.
Du Ruoxin blinked. The man's hoarse, mosquito-like voice carried an ethereal, almost unreal quality, "What, what did you just say?"
Was he calling her wife? Was it real? It felt like a hallucination, she hadn't heard clearly!
It wasn't enough to savor!
Rong Jingyang's dark eyes narrowed slightly, "Du Ruoxin, don't push your luck."
Du Ruoxin's brows drew into a straight line—she just wanted to hear him call her a few more times, how was that pushing her luck?
Ah!
But thinking that he had finally taken the first step for her, Du Ruoxin smiled again, not bothering to argue about his wording.
Hehehe.
Rong Jingyang must be shy. Since he was willing to say it the first time, the second, third, and fourth times... would they be far behind?
Once he got used to saying it, she might even get tired of hearing the word "wife."
"Alright." Du Ruoxin grinned happily. There was plenty of time in the future.
"Mr. Rong, let's talk business."
—
Qin Yunxi brought Caroline to meet the company's CEO. After ensuring his position was secure, he sincerely invited her to dinner.
A certain hotel, top floor.
In a romantic, luxurious private room, roses filled the entire space, and a 1970s gramophone played soothing music.
Caroline, linked arm-in-arm with Qin Yunxi, danced a slow waltz.
Like the thrill of a clandestine affair, or the exhilaration of an approaching hunt, Qin Yunxi held the woman, his entire being invigorated.
He didn't rush her.
Matters of love and desire might just naturally unfold over a meal.
"Besides design, what do you usually like?" he asked softly.
Caroline: "DJing, traveling."
She liked DJing because she enjoyed the release of energy and passion.
Qin Yunxi smiled faintly, "Coincidentally, I do too." He looked down at her, "Have you ever seen the aurora in the Antarctic?"
Caroline shook her head, "I've only been to the Antarctic once, and the timing was off, so I didn't see it."
Qin Yunxi gave a sly smile, "If I said I could show you, if you closed your eyes, would you believe me?"
Caroline chuckled, "No."
Qin Yunxi looked slightly disappointed, "You're not giving me any face?"
He gazed at her intently, his voice low and husky, "Close your eyes."
Caroline didn't want to.
Qin Yunxi sensed her hesitation, "Hmm?" he prompted.
"Alright." Caroline slowly closed her eyes.
Qin Yunxi cautioned her repeatedly, "Don't open them until I tell you to."
Caroline nodded, "Mhm."
What was he up to? Thinking she still needed to use him, Caroline suppressed her curiosity and decided to play along.
Qin Yunxi scooped her up into his arms and turned to walk out.
Caroline feigned a girlish shriek.
What was going on?
Where were they going?
"Don't open your eyes, okay?"
The man's voice lingered in her ears.
Caroline patiently replied, "I know."
Qin Yunxi carried her down the stairs and onto... a plane?
Was it a plane?
Caroline smelled the distinct scent of aviation fuel in the air.
"Mr. Qin..."
Just then, her phone rang. Caroline fumbled for her phone and handed it to him, "I won't open my eyes, you answer it for me."