Christiano emerged from somewhere, advancing directly towards Du Ruoxin.
"Big Brother?" Du Ruoxin retreated nervously.
She backed away as he advanced, and in a moment, Christiano had her pinned against the wall.
Old Master Addis glanced at them and, with great discretion, left.
So, they were siblings?
Blood-related? Cousins? Or distant relatives?
Christiano's gaze was immediately drawn to the lotus flower on Du Ruoxin's head. He reached out and plucked it, murmuring softly, "Xin'er..."
Du Ruoxin anxiously tried to snatch it back, "Give it back to me!"
It was a gift from Rong Jingyang, and no one was allowed to damage it!
Du Ruoxin grabbed it from her brother's hand and clutched it protectively.
Christiano: "..."
He should have been faster, just crushing it directly, then she would see what she treasured!
Christiano's tone couldn't help but become heavier, "What kind of girl do you think is suitable for me?"
Du Ruoxin felt the oppressive aura emanating from her brother and escaped from his side, "I know you don't like Clara, but that doesn't mean you should go for Aiteen."
If you don't like someone, don't hurt an innocent and cheerful child.
She had had enough of those lonely nights, staring out the window, yearning for her husband's return. She didn't want her brother to be one of the creators of such tragedy.
"Then who is it?" Christiano's sharp gaze fixed on Du Ruoxin, "Is it you?"
In this world, besides her, he wanted no one else.
Du Ruoxin looked utterly horrified – Don't say such terrifying things! Big Brother, calm down!
"No, it's not..." Can't you just find someone to date and get married? Why must you challenge ethics!
Startled, Du Ruoxin, like a startled bird, retreated several steps away from him, "Stop talking nonsense! I'm going to find Aiteen!"
With that, she fled like a gust of wind.
Christiano watched the woman's panicked escape, a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes – For someone who had already died several times, why should they care about worldly conventions?
Xin'er, it's no use for you to run.
You will be in my grasp sooner or later.
Du Ruoxin ran all the way into the sunlight, goosebumps rising all over her body. So scary, so bizarre!
Her brother—
Sigh!
Only time, and her own happiness, could dispel her brother's inappropriate thoughts.
Du Ruoxin took a deep breath and shook herself to regain her spirits.
Looking up, she unexpectedly bumped into a girl walking towards her. Aiteen greeted her with a smile, "Miss Du, you're here too?"
She enthusiastically pulled her along, "Come, let's play a round."
Du Ruoxin stood still, "I have something else to do and can't stay long."
Aiteen looked visibly disappointed, "Oh, is that so."
Du Ruoxin asked, "By the way, have you found the diamond you lost?"
Aiteen shook her head, looking sad, "No. Actually, it's fine if the diamond is lost. I just want to retrieve the painting inside."
"Security said too many people passed through the corridor, making it difficult to determine who it was."
"If I really can't find it..."
"I'll just have to paint another one."
Du Ruoxin looked at Aiteen with an affectionate smile – what a kind girl.
But then, she felt a pang of guilt for having set her up.
Du Ruoxin's hand, reaching into her pocket, hesitated. Should she return it or not?
If she returned it, even the most patient person would be angry, feeling tricked.
If she didn't return it...
She would become a thief again.
"It's nothing," Aiteen waved her hand and smiled brightly, "Grandpa is calling me. Shall we meet another day?"
Du Ruoxin grinned, "Okay, I'll call you if I have any news."
Aiteen: "Thank you."
In the end, Du Ruoxin did not return the diamond. She—wanted to find a more suitable time!
Back in the car, Rong Jingyang didn't ask her a single question.
Lin Xuanyao, with great understanding, drove towards the headquarters of Rong's Group's branch in India.
The group worked until midnight before returning to the hotel, exhausted.
Entering the presidential suite, Du Ruoxin began to take off her shoes and clothes, walking towards the bathroom.
After a few steps, she turned back and nudged Rong Jingyang.
With a tired expression, she suddenly perked up, a mischievous smile on her face, "Husband, want to take a bath together?"