"Hmm—?"
Why ask her?
If she said it, would he do it?
Du Ruoxin watched her husband's "affectionate" gaze, her heart couldn't help but race.
"I say..." she said, cautiously observing him, "If I asked you to cut off contact with Ivy, would you do it?"
The man frowned slightly.
Du Ruoxin was immediately hurt by his answer—silence meant refusal.
She sniffled, unable to suppress her sadness, "Mr. Rong, she likes you, she has designs on you, you can't possibly not know that, can you?"
Knowing but not keeping his distance... how could she trust him!
Rong Jingyang leaned back, his expression solemn. "Likes me?" he said devilishly, "Few women don't like me."
For a wealthy, handsome, powerful head of a family, too many women wanted his favor, wanted his attention.
Du Ruoxin's heart ached with anger. "That's different!"
"Where is it different?" the master asked.
Du Ruoxin: "Ivy..." she has a place in your heart!
But as the words reached her lips, Du Ruoxin stopped herself, not saying them aloud.
Sometimes, it was best not to break the windowpane; once broken, it was like opening Pandora's box.
Her relationship with Rong Jingyang had finally made progress, they had finally found the feeling of being in love, and Du Ruoxin didn't want to ruin it all at this point.
Call her cowardly, call her卑微 (bēiwēi - humble/lowly), but love was like that; as one drinks water, one knows its warmth or coldness.
She couldn't leave his embrace, couldn't leave his tenderness.
So many women in the world wanted to marry her husband, and she had him, so why should she carelessly give up this hard-won marriage based on a few words from others?
Besides, she had already given up once.
She thought she would be very free-spirited and quickly adapt to the new life.
But the moment she saw him, especially when Rong Jingyang still needed her care, Du Ruoxin knew she could never let go.
To manage the marriage well, that was their agreement.
Du Ruoxin also learned not to make a scene but to handle things calmly. "You grew up together, and she saved you."
[She also—]
[Was once your lover.]
Thinking of these things made her feel incredibly stifled, almost unable to breathe. Du Ruoxin said with a heavy heart, "Anyway, I don't like her, so don't expect me to be friends with her."
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils narrowed. "Hmm?"
Didn't Du Ruoxin and Ivy get along well at first?
How did it come to this?
Du Ruoxin stated firmly, "In short, it's either her or me, either me or her!"
The master: "..."
He stopped talking and raised his hand to stroke the woman's hair.
—
Ai Tai'en spent the whole day exploring. She was amazed to discover that China had become the most developed country in the world!
You didn't need to carry cash, bank cards, or even a mobile phone when you went out.
You could buy anything just by scanning your face on the merchant's payment device.
It was so magical!
So sci-fi!
Compared to this, Ai Tai'en instantly felt like a bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Even though her family was one of the few super-rich families in India.
o(╯□╰)o
With a heart full of shock, Ai Tai'en returned to Lantian Guishu.
"Miss, did you have a pleasant day?" the butler asked with concern.
Ai Tai'en replied with a standard smile, "Yes, I bought a lot of things."
She thoughtfully handed a gift to the butler and asked him to distribute one to everyone else in the villa.
"Thank you, thank you," the butler said gratefully.
Ai Tai'en replied, "You're welcome. I'll be staying here for a while, thank you for your hospitality."
The butler smiled, "Not at all, you are our master's guest, this is all part of our duty."
Ai Tai'en: "Thank you again."
After thanking him again, Ai Tai'en carried the only gift she had bought for herself back to her bedroom.
She pulled back the curtains, and the figure of Kristino appeared in her sight.
[Sir?]
Had he been sitting in the pavilion all day?
Wouldn't his legs be numb?
For some reason, looking at that broad back, she always felt a faint sadness flowing from him.
It made one want to brush it away.
Ai Tai'en walked towards him.