The butler said mysteriously, "I think I saw... Master smiling?"
He had watched Rong Jingyang grow up since he was a child. Master had been a domineering CEO even then, with a prematurely old demeanor.
Except for his wife, who could make him laugh heartily, Rong Jingyang seemed to have a missing smile nerve, always wearing a stern face.
How many years had it been?
So long that the butler had forgotten what Master looked like when he smiled.
The butler doubted himself.
"Ah?" Du Ruoxin was also very shocked.
Having been married for four years and known each other for eight, she had barely seen him smile.
The three major events in life – fame and fortune, drinking with a confidant, and the wedding night – seemed to be unable to tickle Rong Jingyang's funny bone?
Approaching the garden, Du Ruoxin tilted her head and observed the man with a solemn expression.
He wasn't smiling. He was still as aloof and inscrutable as ever.
The butler must have seen wrong!
Rong Jingyang felt her intense gaze. A sharp look shot towards her. Instead of questioning why she took so long to come down, he said with deep, dark eyes, "You like to drink?"
Du Ruoxin couldn't fathom his thoughts and hesitated for half a second, "Why?"
Rong Jingyang glanced at the red wine on the table, "Hmm?"
Du Ruoxin still didn't quite understand what he meant, but with fine wine before her, why wouldn't she drink?
She picked up the wine glass and downed a small half of it – tsk tsk, refreshing!
There were snacks on the table too. Du Ruoxin took a bite and asked, "Mr. Rong, what did you want to talk to me about?"
The man's voice was low, laced with the anger of an interrogation, "Who took your photo?"
Du Ruoxin raised an eyebrow, feeling quite pleased, "Mr. Rong, are you jealous?"
Besides, she hadn't worn anything too revealing.
After a pause, Du Ruoxin deliberately shivered her shoulders, putting on a seductive expression, "Or are you amazed by my figure, Mr. Rong?"
Rong Jingyang: "—"
The image of the woman almost completely undressed flashed in his mind. His eyes darkened, "Mrs. Rong, mind your image!"
Du Ruoxin pouted, "Why should I mind my image in front of my husband?"
He wasn't an outsider. He had already seen everything he should and shouldn't see, and had used it too.
The certain Master: "..."
Du Ruoxin raised her glass as if lamenting her fate, her voice filled with melancholy, "What a pity, my husband is unromantic, and I can't change him."
"Who will comfort my restless heart?"
As soon as she finished speaking, rhythmic, dynamic music suddenly played from the speaker installed in the garden.
Pfft—
The butler must be eavesdropping!
To play a tap dance tune so fittingly.
Du Ruoxin put down her wine, stood up, held her skirt, and curtsied to Rong Jingyang, then extended her fair, jade-like hand, "Mr. Rong, may I have this dance?"
As if guided by an unseen force, Rong Jingyang's hand reacted faster than his brain, grasping the woman's hand.
Du Ruoxin danced gracefully around the wheelchair.
She tap-danced, made funny faces, and teased the man's nerves.
Unknowingly, the coldness on Rong Jingyang's face gradually gave way to a subtle, almost-smile.
The playful and mischievous woman before him was more charming than he had ever seen.
Du Ruoxin danced, played, and acted wildly. Before the music ended, she fell into Rong Jingyang's arms, panting, and tenderly cupped his face, "Mr. Rong, you smiled."
Rong Jingyang, don't deny it anymore, you've been moved by me.
The certain Master: "—"
He immediately put on a stern face, his brows furrowed.
Du Ruoxin rubbed his handsome face with her fingers, "You smiled, so you smiled. You can't deny it, mmm—"
A fiery and lingering kiss landed on her lips.