How could Rong Jianchen possibly agree?
Could ancestors be joked with?
If he agreed, he feared his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great-grandfather would crawl out of their graves to have a chat with him that night.
The family sitting together for a meeting…
The scene was too beautiful, he couldn't imagine it!
But he couldn't resist Rong Jingyang inviting Feng Linwan to be a persuader, and Feng Linwan then invited the feng shui master – Tian Xuan Dao Ren, the foremost figure in Taoism nationwide – to talk with Rong Jianchen face-to-face for an entire afternoon.
The result was that Rong Jianchen agreed.
But with one condition: the land deed would remain in his possession and would only be handed over to Du Ruoxin decades later, after his death.
"Mm," Rong Jingyang nodded. "They know."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
She was extremely surprised.
Her father-in-law shouldn't have agreed; that was the ancestral grave!
Du Ruoxin suppressed her confusion and decided to ask Rong Jingyang for more details later about what exactly had happened.
The process of relocating the graves went smoothly, and Rong Jingyang's efficiency was remarkable. From the countryside to Fengming Mountain, and then to the conclusion of the rituals, everything was timed perfectly with the setting sun.
Throughout the entire process, Cristiano was cooperative and did not cause any trouble for Rong Jingyang.
Rong Jingyang also did not have any friction with Cristiano.
Just as Du Ruoxin was feeling pleased, hoping that her elder brother and husband might get along harmoniously and make concessions for each other, what was meant to happen still happened.
As the three of them finished paying their respects to Du's mother and prepared to rise.
Cristiano suddenly pulled Du Ruoxin into his arms and said forcefully, "Come with me!"
Rong Jingyang caught Cristiano's movement, but his physical capabilities had declined significantly over the year, and his reaction was slow.
He failed to grab Du Ruoxin.
His hand clenched into a fist.
Qin Yunxi, seeing the sudden turn of events, quickly moved forward. "Cristiano, do you think you can take Ruoxin away?"
He snapped his fingers, and several agile men in black immediately appeared from the surroundings.
Du Ruoxin: "..."
What now, are we going to fight to settle this again?
"Or, shall we have a match?" Rong Jingyang's leg injury made it inconvenient, so he stepped up to fight on behalf of his brother. Qin Yunxi twisted his neck and struck a Wing Chun pose. "If you win, I'll let you go?"
Qin Yunxi's words were very skillful; he only said he would let him go, not that he would let him take Du Ruoxin with him.
Therefore, even if he lost, the several shadow guards behind him could still join in!
In any case, Cristiano had to bleed today, whether it was an arm or a leg…
"No fighting!" Du Ruoxin stopped them.
Qin Yunxi hissed, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, I won't lose. We're just having a friendly spar."
Rong Jingyang also frowned and, with Mu Li's support, stood up. "Madam, let men handle men's affairs. You shouldn't interfere."
Although he said this, Rong Jingyang's gaze was fixed on Cristiano.
It was as if he was mocking him, what kind of man hides behind a woman?
Cristiano certainly wouldn't hide behind a woman. Pulling Du Ruoxin behind him, he said, "You watch from the side."
Du Ruoxin felt her scalp tingle, and anger surged through her entire body, reaching her brain.
She stood between the two men and reiterated, "No fighting!"
"Unless you knock me out first!"
Qin Yunxi: ...How can we fight like this?
Cristiano: "..."
Du Ruoxin looked at Rong Jingyang. "Go pick up Dou Dou. I'll find you later."
After speaking, without waiting for Rong Jingyang's agreement, she pulled Cristiano and said, "I'll go with you."
Their retreating figures gradually faded into the distance.
Qin Yunxi moved closer to Rong Jingyang and asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you really letting them go?"
Rong Jingyang's deep, knowing eyes condensed into icy daggers, chilling one to the bone. He—
However, before he could speak, the feng shui master, Tian Xuan Dao Ren, opened his mouth. "One thought of Bodhi, one thought of dust."
"What should go, cannot be kept."
"What is yours, cannot escape."
What did the master mean?
Rong Jingyang looked at the feng shui master introduced by his mother. Tian Xuan Dao Ren smiled and lightly brushed away any ill fortune. "Let them go."
Rong Jingyang still didn't want to let Cristiano off. He signaled Qin Yunxi to escort the others away, then said in a low voice, "Master, please enlighten me."
Tian Xuan Dao Ren waved his horsetail whisk, his profound face radiating immortal demeanor and learned wisdom. "I just observed Cristiano's physiognomy. His heavenly court is dim, and his forehead is covered in chaotic lines. He is destined for a bloody disaster."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
This sounds rather mystical?
But Tian Xuan Dao Ren, as the foremost figure in Taoism, was well-versed in the I Ching, feng shui, and physiognomy. His words were usually treated as imperial decrees.
It was also because Tian Xuan Dao Ren mediated that his father agreed to his approach.
Looking in the direction of the mountain foot, Rong Jingyang's aura turned extremely cold. "Will he die?"
Uh?
Tian Xuan Dao Ren paused, then shook his head. "Mr. Rong, many things are decided in a single thought."
Rong Jingyang frowned slightly, not quite understanding the master's meaning. "Mm?"
Tian Xuan Dao Ren, however, smiled and did not reply further. "The Buddha said, it cannot be told." Then he cupped his hands. "Our paths are not yet finished, Mr. Rong. We shall meet again."
Rong Jingyang felt even more bewildered.
Although he inevitably encountered a few feng shui masters in the business world, he had always been uninterested in metaphysical matters.
He always felt they were swindlers, not engaged in proper work, and misled people…
Rong Jingyang quickly suppressed the negative thoughts that popped into his mind. Sometimes, not agreeing did not mean they didn't exist.
The world was vast, and every religion, every thought, deserved respect.
He nodded. "Master, please join me for a casual meal. I've prepared…"
Tian Xuan Dao Ren interrupted. "No need. I have other matters. I must take my leave."
Rong Jingyang had no choice but to nod and respectfully see him off.
Du Ruoxin and Cristiano left the cemetery and got into the Rolls-Royce parked by the roadside.
Trevor sat in the driver's seat and sped away from Fengming Mountain.
Grace followed Du Ruoxin. Although she was a little afraid of Cristiano, wherever Sister Xin went, she would go.
Because…
When Du Ruoxin wanted to speak, there would be someone to listen.
But before Grace could get into the car, Trevor had already driven away.
She had no choice but to get into the next car.
As the Rolls-Royce's engine roared and sped off, one off-road vehicle after another followed closely behind, forming a long, imposing convoy.
"Brother…"
Inside the car, Du Ruoxin was about to speak, wanting to break the strange and oppressive silence, when suddenly, Cristiano pushed her down onto the seat.
Immediately after, the man's enlarged features drew closer.
He kissed her lips.
"No!"
Du Ruoxin screamed in fright.
"Brother, don't…" She tried to resist Cristiano's frenzy, but her hands were firmly held by him.
"Let go of me, ah—"
No matter how Du Ruoxin struggled or screamed, she couldn't break free from the force pressing down on her.
She panicked.
Fear surged into her brain.
Du Ruoxin trembled all over with terror, her body growing cold. "Cristiano, no! You can't, mm—"