"Farewell."
With that, Du Ruoxin pulled Cristiano and left, head held high, without looking back, disappearing from Rong Jingyang's sight with such coldness and distance.
Rong Jingyang felt as if he had been struck by a hammer, his head throbbing with intense pain.
"Hiss—"
By the time he came to his senses, Du Ruoxin had already driven away.
Yet, his expression remained blank, a look of disbelief on his face.
Disbelief—
That the woman who loved him to death would marry a man other than him.
Rong Jingyang couldn't understand at all.
Could not comprehend.
Du Ruoxin—
"Sir." Seeing his boss stunned for a long, long time, Lin Xuanyao couldn't help but call out, "Madam has gone far."
Rong Jingyang's entire being seemed to freeze, as if standing alone in an endless, icy wasteland, so lonely and desperate.
His voice, too, seemed to carry a distant, otherworldly quality, "She—"
"I just—"
"Stood before her, didn't I?"
Lin Xuanyao lowered his head in silence—[Yes, you stood before her, but she acted as if she couldn't see you.]
How familiar this scene was.
It was as if in the past, time and again, Du Ruoxin had stood there crying, begging him not to leave, not to go find Ivy, and he had never looked back.
The only difference was that Rong Jingyang had no tears.
"She said—"
Marrying someone else, was it true?
Rong Jingyang murmured to himself again, but his tone still carried an indescribable disbelief.
"So she divorced me..."
"Is it true?"
Lin Xuanyao's expression was tense—[It's true, sir, you guessed correctly, Madam is determined to be with you, no, she has already divorced you.]
[From that global divorce announcement, your marital relationship was dissolved days ago.]
Although divorce certificates and other related procedures had not been completed, Du Ruoxin clearly didn't care.
Whether Rong Jingyang signed or not, she would proceed with her new romance.
Seeing his boss still unwilling to believe the facts, Lin Xuanyao couldn't help but sigh and ask softly, "Sir, Madam... will you attend Miss Du's wedding?"
*Pfft—*
It was as if a dagger had been plunged fiercely into Rong Jingyang's heart.
He shot Lin Xuanyao a glare.
Sitting in his wheelchair, he left the Rothschild family's manor, his figure lonely and disheveled.
—
Waking up, Qin Yunxi stretched lazily, greeting the new day with satisfaction.
As if the unpleasantness of yesterday had been swept away.
Full of food and sleep, he was the world's most handsome man as soon as he opened his eyes.
He didn't believe his wife wouldn't fall for his charming suit pants!
Qin Yunxi was full of confidence.
After tidying himself up, he learned from a subordinate that Grace was at the hotel's breakfast buffet. Whistling, he headed there in high spirits.
"Hi, Grace, good morning."
"You're getting more beautiful by the day. Look at the collagen in your face, tsk tsk tsk, you're as radiant as a young girl."
"It must be because you've been around someone as handsome as me for so long, you've been infected by me."
"Hahaha!"
Grace: "—"
Seeing such a self-aggrandizing peacock early in the morning, she had a constipated look on her face.
Who exactly was this Qin Zha Zha?!
Didn't they fight last night? Even if they weren't sworn enemies, they should at least have been glaring at each other with intense hatred upon meeting.
How could—
She was full.
Grace stood up, intending to leave.
But how could Qin Yunxi let her go?
Quickly grabbing the woman's hand, he smiled devilishly, "Where are you going? You haven't eaten yet."
There was nothing on Grace's plate, only a sip of milk.
Could it be that she couldn't eat as soon as she saw him?
No way!
What if she went hungry?
He wouldn't allow her to torture herself.
"You don't need to worry about me!" Grace said coldly, her breathing uneven.
Qin Yunxi pushed the woman onto the seat without any explanation, "Have breakfast with me properly, and I won't charge you for today's kiss."
Grace: ...?
She had never met a man with thicker skin than Qin Zha Zha, truly—
Qin Yunxi patted Grace's shoulder, humming a tune, and turned to get food with a happy mood.
Grace sighed inwardly, resignedly beginning to chew her food.
What else could she do?
She couldn't drive Qin Yunxi away, nor could she scold him.
She ate breakfast with a complicated mood. The moment Qin Yunxi put down his chopsticks, Grace stood up with a dark expression and walked out.
"Hey, wait for me."
Qin Yunxi grabbed a napkin and hurried after her.
Grace quickly walked to the entrance. From afar, she saw a black Rolls-Royce parked arrogantly at the hotel entrance.
She didn't pay it any mind.
But the person there stopped her, "Miss Grace, our young master invites you to attend his and Miss's wedding. Please come with me."
Grace's steps faltered—What? Sister Xin agreed?
Impossible!
It must be that Cristiano used some despicable trick, or drugged her!
"Okay." She wanted to see!
Just as Grace was about to get into the car, Qin Yunxi stopped her.
"Lead the way," the man said to the bodyguard, "My wife will naturally ride in my car."
Without giving the woman a chance to refuse, he slung her over his shoulder and put her into a luxury car behind them.
Grace: "—"
Honestly, she would rather get into Cristiano's car than go with Qin Yunxi.
Unfortunately, she had no choice.
The two cars drove side-by-side on the wide asphalt road. Qin Yunxi put away his playful demeanor, his expression heavy as he took out his phone to call Rong Jingyang.
The situation was critical, wouldn't Old Yang still not be nervous?
"Beep, beep, beep—"
The call kept ringing, but no one answered.
Qin Yunxi's brows drooped, and he cursed, "Damn it," before changing to call Lin Xuanyao.
Fortunately, the call connected.
"Where are you and Rong Jingyang? Do you know Du Ruoxin is about to marry Cristiano?"
Lin Xuanyao glanced at his boss who was lost in sorrow and lowered his voice, "I know."
Alas!
Sir, ever since he learned that Madam, no, Miss Du, was already involved with Cristiano, he hasn't said a word for an hour.
His face was as dark as if he had cancer.
"You know?" With just two plain words, why did it sound so strange? Qin Yunxi repeated sarcastically, "Hearing your tone, something's not right."
Lin Xuanyao felt a headache coming on, "Alas—"
Qin Yunxi frowned, "What's wrong with Old Yang? Knowing Du Ruoxin is getting married, why isn't he going to snatch her away?"