"..."
Was there such a thing?
Rong Jingyang didn't think much of it and went upstairs with Ivy.
"Make yourself at home. I'm going to change. I'm freezing," Ivy said, heading straight for the bedroom as soon as they entered.
When she reappeared, she had already showered and changed into a sexy nightgown. While drying her hair, she asked, "What would you like to drink? Fruit wine or flower tea?"
Before Rong Jingyang could reply, Ivy quickly added, "I'll brew some flower tea and add honey and fermented glutinous rice. It's incredibly fragrant, something you've definitely never tasted before."
Rong Jingyang frowned, "No need to go to so much trouble."
However, Ivy acted as if she hadn't heard him and busied herself in the kitchen.
Rong Jingyang: "—"
A few minutes later, Ivy emerged with the fragrant flower tea, her slender waist swaying with an elegant gait, exuding the allure of a mature woman.
Especially when she bent over to pour the flower tea, her neckline gaped open, revealing her ample cleavage.
Rong Jingyang averted his gaze, not looking.
Suddenly, the air seemed to fill with a palpable heat.
He said sternly, "Where are the design drafts?"
Ivy blew on the flower tea, "It'll be ready to drink after it cools a bit."
"Ivy!" he emphasized.
Ivy pouted, looking pitiful. "Are you in a hurry to go home? Or has Ruoxin set a time limit for you, that you must be back in half an hour?"
Waving her hand, she turned away indignantly, "Fine, fine, you can leave quickly then."
"I don't want to be the sinner in your marital quarrel."
"Ruoxin's misunderstanding of me will only deepen."
Rong Jingyang's eyelids twitched. After a moment of stillness, he said, "That's not what I meant..."
To explain was to cover up.
He knitted his brows, shook his head, and said, "Let me see your design drafts."
A hint of triumph flickered in Ivy's eyes. Rong Jingyang wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, yeah!
Turning back, she couldn't suppress a smile on her face. "You promised, you won't treat me like a plague carrier, right?"
Rong Jingyang nodded in agreement.
Only then did Ivy sway her serpentine waist and usher Rong Jingyang into the study.
Opening the computer, she said, "My idea is to make people feel the beauty of nature immersively."
"It can not only be pleasing to the body and mind but also soothe the mood."
"Ideally, it would be a stunning environment that can heal the soul."
Ivy hoped that once the airport was built, it would not only become a new landmark in E City and a popular check-in spot in Country A but also a global tourist destination.
International travelers visiting Country A would prioritize flights to E City.
"Look..." Ivy opened a website featuring world-renowned original stock photos, filled with breathtaking images captured by photography enthusiasts who braved mountains and seas, or even life and death.
"This lava photo symbolizes passionate and upward-striving life."
"This Arctic ice floe photo symbolizes calm self-control."
"This image of myriad beasts soaring symbolizes boundless dreams..."
One by one, frame by frame, they were exquisitely beautiful.
Ivy wanted to incorporate them all into the terminals, lounges, and the entire airport.
Listening to the woman's incessant chatter, Rong Jingyang's eyes showed approval.
However—
"These photos are copyrighted. Have you contacted the owners to purchase them?" he asked.
Ivy nodded, "I have."
Although she hadn't contacted them yet, there were still two weeks until the final review and two to three months until the airport construction began. She was sure she could buy the copyrights!
"Mm."
For some reason, looking at the capture dates of the photos on the computer screen, Rong Jingyang's brow furrowed.
Such excellent photos, and after two years, no one has been able to acquire their copyrights?
That person—
Might be difficult to deal with.
"If there are any problems, tell me," Rong Jingyang said.
...
The two of them refined many details, and it was unknowingly late into the night.
After finalizing the last design element, Rong Jingyang said, "It should be fine. You can polish it further, create the 3D renderings, and submit them for review."
Ivy replied, "Okay."
Rong Jingyang started his wheelchair, "I'm leaving. You should get some sleep."
Ivy was reluctant for him to leave. Even though she was wearing so little and looked so alluring, throughout their interaction, she had unintentionally revealed her feminine softness, but it hadn't made him lose control.
Alas!!!!!
How could Rong Jingyang have such strong self-control!
Any other man would have already pinned her down on the table and taken her frantically.
But Rong Jingyang—
She really wanted to strip his clothes off and see if he had any reaction at all!
Unfortunately, Ivy only dared to think such thoughts in her heart and not act on them.
Kristino had told her that as long as she remained patient and managed to capture Rong Jingyang's interest, one day, he would make Rong Jingyang hers.
She naturally believed the words of the spokesperson for the Rothschild family, a family that held the reins of global economic power, was shrouded in mystery and unfathomable.
With a bitter heart but a smiling face, Ivy escorted Rong Jingyang to the door. "I'll have your clothes dry-cleaned and return them tomorrow."
"Mm," the man nodded.
Leaving the residential complex, the car drove towards Yunhu International.
Rong Jingyang returned home around one in the morning. The housekeeper hadn't slept yet and rushed to the parking lot upon hearing the car engine.
"Young Master, you're back?"
Rong Jingyang got out of the car and said, "Uncle Liang, it's so late, you don't need to come out to greet me every time."
The housekeeper smiled, "Heh, I'm old now, and I sleep less, so it's no trouble, no trouble."
Opening the door for Rong Jingyang, he added, "Sir, Madam and the little miss are not returning tonight, and she didn't say where she's staying."
Du Ruoxin?
Rong Jingyang stopped, pulled out his phone, and called her.