Rong Jingyang waited for a reply. He hadn't come here to confront Cristino head-on. A direct confrontation would yield no benefit for him. If he won the contest but lost Du Ruoxin's heart, wouldn't that be a loss outweighing the gain?
If Cristino continued to block him, he would stand there until Du Ruoxin was discharged from the hospital.
Rong Jingyang silently instructed someone to cordon off the area.
If Cristino wouldn't let him in, he wouldn't let Cristino out, unless he could see Du Ruoxin.
With his hands in his pockets, the man, like a stone sculpture, stared intently at the hospital building with a solemn expression.
Suddenly, a luxury car appeared in his line of sight, its engine roaring loudly as the accelerator was pressed hard.
Rong Jingyang stepped forward, blocking the barrier gate.
Cristino: "—"
He desperately wanted to order Trevor to run Rong Jingyang over.
"Beep beep beep!"
Trevor seemed to sense his boss's unspoken frustration and kept honking the horn.
The soldiers nearby, startled by someone daring to block the way, exclaimed, "Hey, are you tired of living? Do you want to die?"
If he wanted to die, they wouldn't hesitate to shoot.
Rong Jingyang extended his right hand, making a stopping gesture towards the windshield, and then moved to the rear window.
Cristino slowly closed his eyes. Inhaling deeply, he opened them again, all his emotions concealed.
He pressed down the car window.
"Did something happen to Du Ruoxin? Let me in," Rong Jingyang urged.
Cristino lowered his head and replied coldly, "What if I don't let you?"
Rong Jingyang stood firm: "Then I will wait here until Du Ruoxin comes out."
Cristino's heavy heart skipped a beat. His eyelashes flickered—what, he wasn't here to fight him? Or compete? Or...
"Cristino, someone told me that the reason Du Ruoxin insisted on divorcing me was because she felt I was gaslighting her."
"Do you know who this person is?"
"But I never intended to control her, nor did I ever think of humiliating her."
"Perhaps I wasn't a qualified husband or father before, but for her, for our marriage, I have been changing."
Rong Jingyang spoke incessantly. He wasn't declaring war on Cristino, but simply informing him of his choice. He would silently protect Du Ruoxin from now on and treat her well.
"For seven years, she warmed me for seven years, and she sacrificed for me for seven years."
"I will wait for her for seven years too."
"No matter how much she resists or dislikes me, I will be by her side."
"Cristino..."
However, Cristino didn't want to hear Rong Jingyang speak any further. "Drive," a choked and low voice sounded from inside the car.
Trevor didn't dare to delay, quickly stepping on the accelerator. The car disappeared into the distance as if it had been swept away by the wind.
Even after driving a considerable distance, Cristino covered his eyes with his hands, wiping away the tears that welled up.
"Let him in," he said, his voice hoarse and filled with sorrow.
At this moment, Cristino believed that Xin'er must want to see Rong Jingyang.
He couldn't stop it.
No matter what method he used, he could no longer prevent two hearts in love.
Rong Jingyang...
Willing to change for Xin'er, willing to humble himself and seek peace with him for Xin'er, willing to sacrifice for Xin'er, and restrain his temper...
Such a man.
He could finally put his heart at ease and entrust his sister to him.
"Huh?" Because Cristino's voice was too hoarse, Trevor didn't hear clearly.
Cristino took a deep breath, his voice loud and clear, "I said, let Rong Jingyang see Xin'er!"
"I."
"Will fulfill their wishes!"
For some reason, after saying these words, he felt a sense of liberating emptiness.
At the corner of his eye, unnoticed, two streams of tears began to flow.