Du Ruoxin’s feet were soaking in the hot spring, occasionally kicking the water or taking beautiful landscape photos and selfies with her phone.
Cristiano, clad in swimming trunks, swam back and forth in the enormous hot spring pool, his mood as cheerful as a playful fish.
This private space, exclusively for him and Xin’er, brought him immense joy, both mentally and physically.
He wished he could stay in this moment forever, just him and her.
And only him and her.
It felt as if the world had stopped turning, their quiet moments together frozen into eternity.
Forever and ever, for this life and the next, as long as she didn’t leave him, even if there was a small distance between them, he would be content.
“Xin’er, for Doudou’s birthday, how do you want to celebrate it?” Cristiano asked, looking up at her from the hot spring.
“Just a simple setup,” Du Ruoxin replied casually.
Cristiano’s voice was slightly hoarse, “Simple?”
Du Ruoxin: “Mm-hmm.” Seemingly catching the implied meaning in her brother-in-law’s words, she asked with a smile, “Doudou is only four, how grand do you want to make it?”
Cristiano’s expression was serious, “I missed her birthday parties in the previous years; I’ll make up for it this year.”
He wanted to introduce Doudou to the world.
All family and friends, all high officials and nobles, should know that his Rothschild family had gained a little princess.
Du Ruoxin propped her chin with her hands, lost in thought—her father had said something similar.
Her father was currently in America discussing matters with her in-laws, and she wondered if they had reached a conclusion.
How to do it, how grand to make it, she never had an opinion.
Doudou, though her daughter, was also her in-laws’ beloved granddaughter and her father’s granddaughter. They had the right to enjoy the joy of family.
As a junior, as long as it didn’t involve fundamental issues of education, she never had any objections.
“You’ll spoil Doudou.”
From birth, she had been showered with immense love. Her daughter was much happier than she had been.
This kind of family warmth, this pampering from grandparents, maternal grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins, was something Du Ruoxin had dreamed of in her childhood.
She had been lonely since she was young, with no other relatives besides her mother.
Therefore, Du Ruoxin yearned for the liveliness of a big family and envied the feeling of being doted on by everyone.
Now, with her daughter being spoiled to the point of being lawless, was it a way to fulfill her childhood desires?
“With you here, she won’t be,” Cristiano chuckled, recalling the incident with the clothes, and teased, “Who would dare to spoil Doudou? Wouldn’t you get angry with them?”
Du Ruoxin froze, clearly remembering her fierce, tigress-like side.
At that time, she had almost fought with her brother-in-law.
“Pfft—”
They looked at each other and smiled, as if all unpleasantness and barriers vanished with that smile.
“Do whatever you want, discuss it with Father, my in-laws.” She paused and emphasized, “No arguments.”
Cristiano, having heard what he wanted to hear, was in an excellent mood. “Mm-hmm.”
The steamy hot spring was making her thirsty after a long soak.
Du Ruoxin’s throat felt a bit dry. She looked around; there was no juice or fruit. She stood up, “I’ll go get something to drink. Brother, what do you want?”
Cristiano: “I’ll go.”
Du Ruoxin had already turned, “No need, you’ll get cold if you get out.”
Cristiano: …
Although Trevor was just outside the door and would definitely help Xin’er get things, he was still uneasy.
Wrapping himself in a towel, he followed her.
Du Ruoxin walked slowly. The ground was wet and a bit slippery, so she walked cautiously, afraid of falling.
But as she walked further out, the sounds of fighting gradually grew louder.
【What is this—】
Especially when she heard the conversation between Rong Jingyang and Trevor, she became unsettled!
“Mr. Rong, I advise you to leave.”
“Otherwise, don’t blame me if my bullets have no eyes!”
Du Ruoxin shivered in fright. What bullets?
“No shooting!” Instinctively, she shouted as she ran, “Trevor, don’t shoot!”
However, because the ground was too slippery, she lost her footing.
She twisted her ankle and fell backward, “Ah—”