The feeling, how to put it, was like a wife catching her husband cheating.
It was incredibly strange.
Rong Jingyang didn't know when she had appeared behind him. He tilted his head and said, "Awake? Grab your things, we're going to pick up Doudou."
He had deliberately left early, making time to pick up her and their daughter.
Du Ruoxin stood still, her eyes fixed on the man who remained unperturbed.
The moment he took out his phone to make the call, she had already come out and heard him say, "Send me an electronic copy of the design drafts. I'm not returning to the company."
Rong Jingyang was clearly at the company, so why was he lying?
Although she couldn't hear the voice on his end, she could tell from the conversation that it was Ai Wei.
Heh—
Was he that afraid of hurting Ai Wei?
Du Ruoxin's heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a hand, causing her immense discomfort.
Rong Jingyang caught sight of the woman's increasingly distressed expression. Knowing she had misunderstood, his gaze steadied, and he beckoned, "What are you standing there for? Let's go."
If they didn't leave now, they would be late to pick up Doudou.
Du Ruoxin: "—"
After a moment of internal struggle, she ultimately did not erupt.
"Wait a moment, I'll get my bag."
She turned and ran into the office, grabbed her bag, and followed Rong Jingyang into the elevator.
Within the confined space, the elevator descended at a steady pace.
Du Ruoxin glanced sideways at the man, her mood deeply unhappy. She hadn't made a scene in front of the secretary earlier out of consideration for him.
But that didn't mean she would pretend not to hear or see anything.
"Rong Jingyang," she called out softly.
The man didn't turn around and replied, "Mm."
Du Ruoxin felt a pang of displeasure. "You only have less than two months left."
In two months, if he didn't handle things properly, she wouldn't blame her, wouldn't blame her—
In any case, her methods would be swift and without reservation!
Rong Jingyang frowned slightly upon hearing the woman's sarcastic tone.
Soon, the elevator reached the basement.
Du Ruoxin pushed Rong Jingyang out of the elevator and into the car.
Inside the quiet car, apart from the engine's hum, neither of them spoke.
Du Ruoxin propped her chin with her hands and looked out the window, her thoughts a mess, but she didn't lash out at Rong Jingyang.
Perhaps this was the mark of maturity?
Learning not to argue or fuss, learning to be quiet, learning to...
A pair of warm, large hands enveloped hers. The man didn't speak, merely held her hand.
Du Ruoxin struggled slightly but couldn't break free.
She wasn't using her full strength to resist, either.
"Du Ruoxin..." the man said, hesitating.
Du Ruoxin didn't look at him, her gaze still fixed on the fleeting scenery outside the window. As if in a fit of pique, she said, "I promised to give you time, and I'll keep my word."
"I hope Mr. Rong will also keep his word."
"Only by being trustworthy can we be each other's little angels."
The man curled his lips and chuckled lightly. What was she even talking about?
Du Ruoxin instantly became furious. She was so angry she felt like she was having a heart attack, and he was still in the mood to laugh?
Was he laughing at her for being silly? Or for being foolish?
Du Ruoxin lunged into Rong Jingyang's arms like a hungry wolf. "What's so funny!"
If he laughed again, she would throw a tantrum.
No, she would bite him!
She bit down on his collarbone, leaving a mark of punishment!
However, the man didn't seem to sense any danger. The curve of his lips widened further, and he even let out a laugh.
Du Ruoxin: "—"
Just as she was gritting her teeth, preparing to act, Rong Jingyang held her hands, cupped her chin, and his deep eyes held a tenderness he himself hadn't noticed. "Mrs. Rong, what do you want me to do?"