Du Ruoxin: "..."
Listening to the women beside her shift from whispering and gossiping to outright fighting, her face darkened.
Rong Jingyang...
Had he truly become irredeemably scummy?
Was it her departure that had unleashed his inherent male flaws?
What about his mother and mother-in-law?
Du Ruoxin's initial shock upon seeing him gradually turned to disdain.
Suddenly feeling the air was dirty and polluted, she turned to go back to her room to rest.
But the man would not allow it.
Ignoring the women throwing him flirtatious glances and striking provocative poses, Rong Jingyang walked directly to Du Ruoxin, blocking her path. "Miss Du, what a coincidence."
Du Ruoxin rolled her eyes.
She didn't want to exchange pleasantries with a scumbag, even if he was the father of her child.
"Heh—"
She let out a cold laugh.
With a frosty expression and a sharp tone, Du Ruoxin said, "A good dog doesn't block the way."
Rong Jingyang raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" His magnetic voice carried his unique charm. The man narrowed his devilish eyes playfully. "I thought Miss Du was here to choose a concubine."
Du Ruoxin: Pfft—
The woman sputtered without any warning.
Choose... a concubine?!!!
Were the women just now telling the truth? Had Rong Jingyang truly sunk to this level, or rather, was he no longer hiding his scummy nature?
"Heh heh—"
Du Ruoxin chuckled twice, squinting as she appraised him, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "Mr. Rong's legs are better? Not crippled anymore?"
"Or perhaps you're wearing a prosthetic support?"
To stand up so readily, to be so well again, what skill!
Thinking back to months ago, when she saw Rong Jingyang's legs were crippled by her elder brother, her heart had softened. She had forgotten the pain he had inflicted, forgiven him without principle, returned to his side, cared for him, and loved him.
Giving him another chance to hurt her.
Du Ruoxin felt like slapping herself repeatedly, as hard as she could.
Rong Jingyang raised his hand...
Du Ruoxin instinctively dodged, pulling away.
Rong Jingyang stared at the retreating figure of his daughter, a hint of mischief flashing in his dark eyes. He raised his voice and called out, "Du Ruoxin, I'll send you a surprise later."
Du Ruoxin: I don't need it, thank you!!
As if she had seen a ghost, she fled the banquet in haste and returned to the room provided by the Crown Prince for the film crew.
Closing and locking the door, Du Ruoxin breathed a heavy sigh of relief, confirming Rong Jingyang hadn't followed her.
Wait a minute~~~
Why did she have the feeling of a guilty conscience?
She was the one who wanted a divorce, the one who didn't want him!
How could it be that upon meeting him again, Rong Jingyang had made her so furious, disrupting her peace of mind?
Du Ruoxin placed her hands on her hips, calming herself.
She poured a glass of warm water and drank it, her mind also clearing, but her thoughts grew increasingly heavy—"Why would Rong Jingyang be here?"
"He's choosing concubines..."
"Could he be here to select actresses from the Miranda film crew?"
Du Ruoxin had never imagined that their reunion would be in such a manner.
Without the constraints of marriage, Rong Jingyang seemed to be playing very freely, very wildly.
And, even more recklessly.
"No, I can't let him corrupt anyone from the crew."
Du Ruoxin shivered, quickly taking out her phone and dialing Miranda.
Miranda was in negotiations with the Crown Prince regarding filming, venue usage, and other matters, and couldn't get away.
Du Ruoxin said, "Find me when you're done," and hung up.
An inexplicable restlessness settled in her heart.
Du Ruoxin absolutely refused to admit that Rong Jingyang had stirred her up. They were no longer connected in any way.
Whether he was a scumbag, a scoundrel, or a man-eating devil, she would remain unmoved.
Du Ruoxin cleared her mind of any stray thoughts and began to work seriously—understanding the script, learning about the entire crew's situation, such as props, costumes, funding, personnel, and so on.
Time flew by, and it was very late.
Once immersed in her work, she became completely absorbed, forgetting the time until she yawned several times, unable to keep her eyelids open any longer.
She rubbed her eyes and stretched.
"What time is it? Why hasn't Miranda finished yet?"
Du Ruoxin looked at the wall clock—23:56, it was already past midnight. Was Miranda still entertaining?
Just as she was about to take out her phone, there was a knock on the door.
"Sister Xin, Sister Xin, it's bad, it's bad!" Miranda's panicked pounding on the door and shouting reached her.
Du Ruoxin's heart leaped into her throat.
What was bad?
Panicked and flustered, not at all like Miranda's usual demeanor.
She opened the door and asked, "What..."