Cristino felt a sharp sting in his heart the moment he saw Du Ruoxin crying.
She…
Xin’er…
Still loved Rong Jingyang?
He knew exactly what those tears meant.
Did it mean he had lost?
Du Ruoxin and Rong Jingyang had a daughter. As long as Rong Jingyang was persistent, the misunderstandings between them would eventually be resolved.
When would that be?
The bodyguards hired by Trevor dutifully blocked Rong Jingyang from pursuing Du Ruoxin, a group of them swarming forward.
The male members of the Rong family also joined the fray.
It was like two gangs of hoodlums calling hundreds of people to a brawl…
Cristino had no mood to deal with the chaos at the scene. He drove away behind Du Ruoxin.
Driving a Maybach, he was like a wandering soul, traversing the streets and alleys of the city.
After driving for an unknown amount of time, he stopped beneath a tall building.
Looking up, he saw the familiar psychological counseling center – the place Du Ruoxin brought him to every week.
Cristino shook his head bitterly.
He opened the door and got out of the car.
He took out his phone and called Cohenberg, "Where are you?"
Cohenberg: "???"
It was surprising to receive a call from this big shot, and his voice sounded off?
What happened?
The psychologist suppressed her curiosity and said, "In the office, getting ready to close."
Cristino: "I'm coming up to see you."
A few minutes later, a man in a suit appeared before Cohenberg.
He walked directly towards the recliner.
She didn't ask many questions, poured him a glass of warm water, and then put on some music.
Today was Rong Doudou's birthday party. She guessed his melancholy was related to Du Ruoxin.
Cohenberg almost immediately guessed why Cristino had come.
Just as she was about to follow the usual routine – the three-step hypnosis – Cristino spoke, his deep voice laced with a hint of sadness, "If I do the exercises you gave me, can I really find a way?"
A way to… win Du Ruoxin over?
Cohenberg nodded and said seriously without hesitation, "Yes, you can."
Cristino no longer hesitated and began to carefully examine the questions, meticulously choosing his answers.
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"Miss, where are you going?"
Trevor drove the luxury car south, and crossing this bridge would lead them to another city.
Was she sure she wanted to continue?
Should they turn back?
Du Ruoxin had fallen asleep. Sitting in the back seat, coupled with a day of exhaustion, she couldn't resist sleep and dozed off while sitting up.
Trevor asked again, but still received no answer.
He glanced at the rearview mirror and realized Miss had fallen asleep.
Fine, he would continue driving.
The master definitely didn't want Miss to be pestered by Rong Jingyang upon her return, so he would find a deserted place to stop.
Trevor deliberately avoided surveillance, driving only through blind spots.
After an unknown amount of driving, with cup after cup of coffee consumed, they spent the night on the road.
As the sky turned a pale fish-belly white and the morning was awakened by dew.
Du Ruoxin slowly opened her eyes.
"Where is this?"
Her stomach rumbled loudly; she was hungry.
Du Ruoxin got up, her heart fluttering with hunger, and she said, "Trevor, do we have anything to eat?"
Trevor: "Coming right up."
He drove into a roadside diner.
Du Ruoxin ate heartily. After she was full, the little one inside stopped fussing and tormenting her.
"Miss, we have already left New York," Trevor said.
Du Ruoxin nodded, "Mm."
She looked at the endless forest path, breathed in the fresh air around her, and saw a few children walking past with schoolbags on their backs.
Everything was so peaceful, so beautiful.
"I want to stay here."
To live here, until the baby was born.
She didn't want to return to New York and be pestered by Rong Jingyang.
Du Ruoxin just wanted to find a quiet, deserted place to give birth to her child, undisturbed.