Chapter 298 What Does It Mean

Is it possible?

Du Ruoxin’s heart formed a question mark.

Until the tea party ended, the old man suggested a round of golf.

Du Ruoxin had just boasted to everyone about hosting a small new energy vehicle launch event. She should have been rushing back to the company with Rong Jingyang to prepare.

But seeing her elder brother and Aitaen, she really couldn’t bring herself to leave.

Pulling Rong Jingyang to the back of the crowd, she said, "Mr. Rong, I need to discuss something."

Rong Jingyang: "Speak."

Du Ruoxin: "I just boasted to Old Man Addis and the others, and I can't mess up tomorrow."

Rong Jingyang: "So?"

Du Ruoxin: "I don't want to leave yet. Can you let Yinghao go back to the company to prepare?"

Rong Jingyang turned his head and glanced in the direction where Christiano had disappeared—because of him?

Seeing her husband hesitate, Du Ruoxin crouched down and took his hand, truthfully saying, "Brother and Clara have broken off their engagement. I want to know if Old Mr. Addis intends to introduce his granddaughter to my elder brother."

Rong Jingyang’s brow furrowed slightly. "What if he does?"

Du Ruoxin said decisively, "I will stop it."

Rong Jingyang asked, "Why?"

Du Ruoxin said gravely, "Aitaen is too naive and has no ulterior motives. She's not suitable for my elder brother."

Rong Jingyang’s eyes dimmed, his sword-like eyebrows knitting even deeper. "Then, what kind of woman do you think is suitable for him?"

Du Ruoxin: Uh—

This question stumped her.

Seeing Du Ruoxin actually start to ponder, Rong Jingyang’s expression turned cold.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go home!"

Without further ado, he pulled her away.

Du Ruoxin stumbled a few steps. "Hey..."

What are you doing!

What are you doing!

Why is he suddenly in such a bad mood?

Du Ruoxin was being dragged by the man, unable to break free. "Honey, what's wrong?"

Rong Jingyang didn't answer her, only his breathing deepened.

Du Ruoxin was bewildered. Seeing that she was about to be dragged away by Rong Jingyang, she quickly said, "Alright, alright, I'll go back with you."

"But you have to let me go first. I need to return something."

Rong Jingyang pressed the pause button on his wheelchair. "Hmm?"

Du Ruoxin took out the dazzling, sparkling diamond. "I have to return this to Aitaen, otherwise I'll be called a thief."

Rong Jingyang glanced at Fan Yinghao. "Let Yinghao go."

Du Ruoxin refused firmly, "No, I have to go myself."

Rong Jingyang: "..."

"I'll be back soon." Fearing he would say no, she specifically emphasized, "Ten minutes! I promise!"

Only then did Rong Jingyang release his hand.

Du Ruoxin left a sentence, "Thank you, husband," and disappeared into the distance like a swift arrow.

Rong Jingyang shook his head.

It would be a miracle if he believed her!

She must be going to see Christiano!

Fan Yinghao clearly saw his boss's doubt and nodded slightly. "Sir?" Should he follow?

Rong Jingyang turned and continued walking. "Back to the car."

She only had ten minutes. If she wanted to see him, so be it.

Du Ruoxin’s steps were agile, and she ran very fast, as if afraid someone was chasing her.

Arriving at the golf course, she saw several old men competing with their clubs, while several young people hovered around them, serving.

Du Ruoxin couldn't see her elder brother, Addis, or Aitaen.

She searched all around.

Old Man Addis happened to walk out from the side.

Du Ruoxin strode forward and blocked his path. "Sir, may I have a word with you?"

Addis looked somewhat surprised. "Is something wrong?"

Du Ruoxin nodded. "Yes."

Addis glanced back behind him and stepped back a few meters. "Speak."

Du Ruoxin didn't have time for pleasantries or to probe. She spoke directly, "Are you planning to introduce Aitaen to my elder brother as his girlfriend?"

Addis: "Is there a problem?"

Du Ruoxin: "They are not suitable."

Addis raised an eyebrow. "Where are they not suitable?

Do you think my granddaughter is not worthy of Mr. Rothschild, or do you think my Tata family is not worthy?"

Du Ruoxin shook her head. "That's not what I mean, I..."

A low, deep, and resonant voice interrupted her. "Then what do you mean?"