She walked out of the room.
Du Ruoxin’s expression was grave, her steps heavy.
A few service staff passed by, and she couldn’t help but ask, "Where is Rong Jingyang?"
A server pointed to the tent next to next to next to theirs, "Mr. Rong is in that tent."
Du Ruoxin: "Thank you."
It wasn't very far, probably about twenty to thirty minutes.
Du Ruoxin hurried off, but halfway there, she stopped.
Why go so eagerly, so worriedly? Was it to show Rong Jingyang that she still cared, that she couldn't forget him, giving him another chance to hurt her and mock her?
No!
The past hurts were too deep; she didn't want to be so humble again.
Perhaps she should learn from Grace.
Be ruthless, and then even more ruthless.
Du Ruoxin took a deep breath, controlling the increasingly frantic thoughts in her mind.
She comforted herself – even if Rong Jingyang was injured, Mu Li and Lin Xuanyao would definitely not let anything happen to him.
They would save him!
Therefore, her worry seemed so superfluous.
Du Ruoxin returned to her room to change into clean clothes. In the blink of an eye, night had fallen.
Feeling a bit hungry, she went to the dining hall.
She ordered a hot pot for herself.
But as she ate, Du Ruoxin felt something was amiss – where was her elder brother? Why wasn't he coming to dine with her?
It was already seven or eight in the evening. Didn't her elder brother like to stick to her?
Du Ruoxin felt something was wrong, and her heart felt hollow.
She took out her phone and called Cristiano. "Have you had dinner yet?"
Cristiano's voice sounded strange: "Not yet."
Du Ruoxin’s heart skipped a beat. Why did her elder brother’s voice sound muffled, as if he were slurring his words? Was it an illusion?
She said, "I'm at the dining hall. Are you coming over?"
Cristiano: "—"
He didn't want to go, didn't want to see her, he—
But before Cristiano could refuse, Du Ruoxin seemed to realize something and said unequivocally, "I'll wait for you."
With that, she hung up.
Cristiano stared at the "beep beep beep" of the busy phone line, falling into a dilemma.
Unconsciously, he raised his hand to touch his face.
He and Rong Jingyang had fought, and neither had gotten the better of the other. Both had injuries on their faces, bruised and swollen, with blood.
A cut above his eye, a swollen lip, an injured cheekbone, his entire face was bloody, bruised, and swollen, making him unable to be seen.
Alas!
But he couldn't avoid it.
He could hide today, but not tomorrow. Xin'er would eventually see his puffy, injured face.
Out of male pride, Cristiano felt a bit awkward.
But he still appeared before Du Ruoxin.
Seeing her elder brother's appearance, Du Ruoxin's eyes widened even more than almonds. This was— he had fought with Rong Jingyang?
Did they fight after she left?
If Rong Jingyang could beat her elder brother into such a state, it meant he probably didn't have a very serious gunshot wound?
At most, he just bled a little?
"Cough, cough, cough." Cristiano felt a little guilty under her gaze. He picked up his chopsticks and said while eating, "I'm fine."
Du Ruoxin withdrew her gaze, not offering a single comment on her elder brother's "injury." Instead, she calmly and placidly said to Trevor beside her, "Set up a stage. I want to watch a show."
Trevor looked bewildered, "...Oh."
Why did he have a feeling— Miss's words had hidden barbs? Was this the prelude to someone being dealt with?
Du Ruoxin: "Call Rong Jingyang here immediately."
Trevor jolted— Oh dear, that sarcastic tone, he was a hundred percent sure there would be a show tonight, a big show.