"What?!" Qin Yunxi exclaimed, his eyes wide.
This was an insult, a blatant, naked insult!
Yet, the words came from his own father, leaving him unable to retort.
But then—
Grace—
As Qin Yunxi hesitated, a figure caught his eye. He turned and called out as if fleeing, "Rong Jingyang, you've come at the perfect time. I need to talk to you."
Qin Tianyi: "..."
Zhan Lan: "..."
Watching her son flee, a hint of worry involuntarily flickered in her starry eyes.
"Husband... do you think... Yunxi really argued with Grace... It feels like..."
Qin Yunxi turned his wife's head, "Don't worry unnecessarily. Your son is a thirty-year-old man. Does he not know what he wants and what he doesn't want?"
Zhan Lan looked worried—what he said was true, but.
"Sigh!"
"I'll call Grace myself then."
For her son's happiness, and to hold her grandchild soon, she, as a mother, had to be a great assist.
After leaving the hospital, Rong Jingyang returned to the Rong family's grand villa in the heart of New York City.
But the moment he entered, he was held hostage by Qin Yunxi.
He: "?"
Rong Jingyang's gaze was quite telling as he looked at his guilty-looking and trembling friend with a completely indifferent expression.
Feeling unnerved by the stare, Qin Yunxi flicked his hands, his voice filled with grievance, "What's with the look? Haven't you been pressured about marriage?"
"Do you know what it's like to be attacked by both parents, unable to even squeak a word?"
Rong Jingyang averted his eyes: "—"
Qin Yunxi sighed self-pityingly, slinging an arm around Rong Jingyang's shoulder, "We truly are unfortunate brothers..."
Rong Jingyang dodged him.
He felt no resonance with Qin Yunxi.
He walked straight ahead and approached his father, "Daddy, everything is handled."
Rong Jianchen glanced at his son, then at his wife busy in the kitchen, "As long as Ruoxin is the daughter-in-law of the Rong family, she always will be."
"Don't make your mother sad."
"She can't accept your divorce."
The kitchen had a glass door, and Rong Jingyang could see his mother simmering soup.
A strange sense of melancholy welled up in his heart.
It was all because he was too slow to realize, causing his parents worry.
"Yes." Rong Jingyang felt incredibly unfilial at that moment, dragging his parents through suffering with him.
Rong Jianchen didn't have much to say. He believed his son had already made his intentions clear.
He stood up, patted Rong Jingyang's shoulder, and said sternly, "However Cristino took Ruoxin away from you, you will win her back the same way."
"There are no limits."
"Remember, a Rong family man gets whatever he wants."
Moreover, Rong Jingyang and Du Ruoxin had a well-behaved daughter between them, and they shared deep emotional bonds.
In this battle of love, Cristino was destined to be the loser.
Rong Jingyang nodded in agreement, "Yes."
He would remarry Du Ruoxin.
This time, he would give her a grand and glorious wedding, making up for their past regrets.
"Did you hear that?" Qin Tianyi walked over after comforting his wife and lectured his wayward son, "A Qin family man gets whatever he wants!"
Qin Yunxi: "..."
With a slight hesitation, the care from his father arrived like lightning—Qin Tianyi delivered a kick.
Qin Yunxi yelped and dodged, "I know, I know."
It's just a woman, right?
He had been in the dating scene for over a decade and had never failed to get a woman he desired.
Let alone Grace, even—
However, he didn't want Grace anymore. Gu Shinian felt more comfortable to hold.
Beautiful, kind-hearted, petite and easily pushed down, and most importantly, obedient.
Hmm, he missed her a little.
Qin Yunxi took out his phone and turned to dial Gu Shinian's number.