Du Ruoxin walked with her head down, turning a corner to reach the filming location.
Suddenly, someone called her name loudly.
Hearing the familiar voice from the air, she shivered—Rong Jingyang!
He was like a persistent ghost!
Without looking back, she took off running.
"Ah—"
Just as she picked up speed for a hundred-meter dash, Du Ruoxin collided with someone coming from the opposite direction.
"Crash."
An antique shattered on the ground.
Four servants watched, wide-eyed and terrified, as an antique worth tens of millions of US dollars was smashed.
"Ah—"
Du Ruoxin hit the ceramic. She was too fast to stop. Realizing she couldn't avoid the collision, she instinctively shielded her stomach.
She could be injured anywhere, but not her stomach.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." It wasn't intentional, Du Ruoxin apologized repeatedly.
The servant looked distressed, "Can't you watch where you're going? Do you know this is an antique? It's one of a kind in the world; once it's broken, it's gone!"
Du Ruoxin: ...An antique?
How expensive was it? She didn't dabble in such things and didn't know the market.
"Oh," Rong Jingyang walked over, speaking with a mocking, sarcastic tone, "This is a centuries-old antique, worth quite a lot of money."
Upon hearing this, Du Ruoxin's anger flared—Rong Jingyang, the instigator! If he hadn't scared her, why would she have run?
"If you can't speak properly, then shut up. No one thinks you're mute!" she said angrily.
The servant added fuel to the fire, "Miss, this antique is the Prince's favorite, worth two hundred million pounds."
Du Ruoxin: ...
Two hundred million pounds equals 1.66184 billion RMB.
She felt like she was being extorted.
Rong Jingyang took in her stunned expression, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "Miss Du, can't afford it?"
"Or, considering you are the mother of my child, I could help you negotiate with William for a discount?"
Du Ruoxin's eyelids twitched: Thank you very much!
"No need, not necessary," she said stubbornly. "If you stay away from me, I wouldn't be so unlucky."
For some reason, she felt a surge of anger.
Rong Jingyang, the one who caused her trouble, had the audacity to make sarcastic remarks?
Why?
Immediately after her blunt refusal, she regretted it.
Rong Jingyang's tone was casual, "Is that so?"
Du Ruoxin couldn't stand his nonchalant demeanor and glared, "If Mr. Rong truly cares about Doudou, then you should cover the entire compensation."
She expected him to refuse. At the very least, he would make unreasonable demands.
But Rong Jingyang didn't.
"Alright," he agreed readily and then turned to instruct the servants.
The servants, knowing Rong Ye's status, dared not make things difficult. They quickly cleaned up the shattered antique fragments and withdrew.
Du Ruoxin: . . . . . .
Huh? That was it? It was worth over a billion, and it was resolved so simply and easily?
Du Ruoxin was utterly bewildered.
Rong Jingyang, however, smiled at the stunned woman, "Miss Du, I've done you such a great favor, shouldn't you treat me to a meal?"
Du Ruoxin almost blurted out "Bah, dream on," but her good upbringing stopped her.
"Heh," she left with a cold scoff and turned to leave.
Rong Jingyang did not follow.
Du Ruoxin gained a moment of peace, but her eyelids continued to twitch without stopping.
She felt uneasy.
Without knowing why, her heart raced, and she felt a chaotic panic.
"Rong Jingyang—"
"Why is he appearing here, in front of her? What does he want???"