The next day
The sun blazed like fire, the sky was clear and vast.
Du Ruoxin woke up, said "good morning" to the baby, and after doing yoga and stretching for a few minutes with him, she told a short story to herself before starting to wash and get dressed.
After breakfast in the dining room, she felt refreshed and headed towards the film crew's shooting location.
Miranda had not arrived yet.
The assistant director craned his neck, looking left and right, but could not see the big boss.
Today's scenes were important, and he dared not start filming casually.
Because Miranda was a woman of strong character, every shot, every frame, every picture had to pass her satisfaction.
Otherwise, it would have to be reshot, and he might even get scolded.
Unless Miranda had given prior instructions for him to complete independently, he dared not move the equipment if she wasn't there.
When Du Ruoxin arrived at the scene, everyone was in a state of readiness—actors were diligently memorizing scripts and discussing plot points, while staff from all departments were performing their duties and in their positions.
But.
"Why isn't it starting?" Du Ruoxin asked.
The assistant director looked as if he had found a savior and hurried forward, "Sister Xin, the boss hasn't arrived yet, and her phone isn't being answered."
It had been half an hour. Why don't you go and check?
Miranda had never disappeared without reason before.
"She's not here yet?" Du Ruoxin was very surprised. "I'll go and check her room."
Turning around, she hadn't taken two steps before she ran into an unwelcome guest.
"Where are you going?" The man's sturdy and upright figure exuded a domineering aura that looked down on the world.
Du Ruoxin ignored him, choosing to pretend not to see him.
The two of them brushed past each other.
Rong Jingyang: "…………"
Without hesitation, he turned back and chased after her, "Hey, Du Ruoxin, I bought something for our daughter."
The man's voice was clear and loud, perfectly answering the rumors from yesterday evening about Du Ruoxin's identity and their relationship.
So Sister Xin is Rong Jingyang's wife?
No, she should be his ex-wife.
The divorce statement that was widely circulated online two months ago could still be found.
Du Ruoxin: "—"
If you bought something, send it yourself. Does such a trivial matter need to be announced at the film set?
And so loudly!
As if afraid others didn't know they were a divorced couple?
Du Ruoxin didn't want to look at him and ran faster and faster.
Miranda was staying in a luxurious bedroom that a princess had once occupied, on the first floor. Du Ruoxin knocked on the door, "Knock, knock, knock," but there was no answer.
"She's not here?"
"Where could she have gone?"
It shouldn't be. Today's filming was very important. Miranda wouldn't just disappear without a word. They couldn't find her.
Du Ruoxin ran to the window and looked inside through the small gap.
"Tap, tap, tap." She tapped on the window and shouted, "Miranda."
On the flannel bed, Miranda's eyes were tightly closed, curled up into a small ball. Was she... asleep?
No, Miranda had always been a light sleeper. It was impossible that she couldn't be woken up.
Du Ruoxin immediately realized something was wrong.
She pushed open the glass window and, without thinking, lifted her foot to climb in.
However, as soon as her feet left the ground, she was scooped up into someone's arms.
Warm breath, familiar scent. Du Ruoxin looked at the man so close to her, her brows furrowed, "Rong Jingyang, ah—"
"You're pressing on my stomach!"
The baby in her belly was very sensitive. It couldn't be pressed at all. If it was, she would feel uncomfortable, want to vomit, and her head would explode with pain.
Rong Jingyang hadn't expected that just by casually holding her, she would react so strongly and even cry out.
Her face also looked unwell, turning pale.
However, it seemed...
He felt something a little hard when he hugged her?