Cristino left the Rong family villa in high spirits, his last words to Du Ruoxin echoing in his mind.
If Rong Jingyang was to ignore Xin'er, wasn't it simple?
A little trick would suffice!
After Cristino left, Grace dared to approach the doghouse. The bodyguard did not stop her, and she walked unobstructed to the door. "Knock, knock—"
"Xin Jie, it's me."
Du Ruoxin wanted to see no one right now. She had to hold out against Rong Jingyang and absolutely would not compromise.
Rubbing her face, her voice hoarse, she said, "You go and get busy. The offshore wind farm construction needs your guidance. Don't worry about me."
Grace stared at the door, her eyes dimming: How can I leave with peace of mind when you look like this?
However, before Grace could speak, a childish voice came from the air.
"Mommy, Mommy."
Rong Doudou woke up and heard her grandmother say Mommy was back. With a happy cry, she rushed straight to the doghouse.
Du Ruoxin heard her daughter's voice and immediately opened the door.
The little girl zipped into her mother's arms and kissed her fiercely.
In fact, design was her specialty. Several European airports were her own creations.
But since her mother-in-law had found someone, she couldn't refuse her mother-in-law's request.
To keep her subordinates busy, and because she hadn't touched airport construction for several years, with updated construction standards and new materials, Du Ruoxin decided to cooperate with others.
She proposed the framework structure and design drafts, her company colleagues drew the blueprints, and the design institute was responsible for the review.
She would then point out any flaws in the blueprints and revise them repeatedly.
This way, she saved herself a lot of trouble, but the efficiency would decrease.
"You all go back and revise. Submit them directly when they're done," Du Ruoxin said.
Her subordinates collected the blueprints and computers. "Yes."
After everyone left, the butler came over with a sumptuous dinner. "Madam, you haven't eaten all day. Please eat something."
Du Ruoxin glanced at the tray, having no appetite at all. "Where is Rong Jingyang? Has he returned?"