Rong Jingyang, having achieved his goal, didn't listen further. He asked Du Ruoxin when she joined the company and when she did the voice recording. After finding the audio and deleting it, he carried her out of the recording studio.
Rong Jingyang glanced at the manager. "Send that person to the police station. The maximum penalty."
"Beat the man up."
With those brief and cold instructions, he left, carrying Du Ruoxin.
Getting into the car, Rong Jingyang instructed Lin Xuanyao and Mu Li to take another car and set the autopilot. Then he drove off.
In the quiet and spacious car, the air seemed to stand still. Only the man's accelerated heartbeat as his blood surged and the woman's shivering cold could be heard.
"Why did you lose control?" Rong Jingyang's burning palm rested on her back.
Du Ruoxin's face was deathly pale as she tried to dispel the cruel, bloody images in her mind.
During countless nights in her childhood, she always felt someone was lurking, watching her.
His hands roamed over her body.
His kisses landed on her face.
He—
For her, he had almost killed every opposite-sex person around him.
"No... I didn't..."
So stubborn.
Rong Jingyang's other hand caressed the back of her neck, his thumb rubbing her earlobe. "Du Ruoxin, don't hide it from me."
What he wanted to know, no one could hide from him. It was merely a matter of time.
Du Ruoxin leaned into Rong Jingyang's embrace, obediently, without any struggle, as if the heat from the man's chest could melt the frozen ice in her heart. "I want to listen to music."
"Rong Jingyang, play music for me."
The man: "..."
After a long silence, he finally couldn't resist the woman's silent, fragile vulnerability.
This quiet, non-complaining Du Ruoxin was like a bubble about to burst in the air. No matter how carefully he cared for it, it would inevitably turn into a bubble.
Rong Jingyang held her tighter. "Xiao Ai, play cheerful songs."
AI Smart System: "Okay, Master. Based on your usual preferences, I will play 'I'm Going to Kindergarten' for you."
"Mom and Dad go to work, I go to kindergarten.
I don't cry or fuss, I greet the teacher early.
Mom and Dad go to work..."
Pfft—
Du Ruoxin choked.
She, who had been cold all over, was instantly pulled from a world of ice and snow into the scorching sunlight.
All unhappiness, all gloom, all fear, were completely dispelled.
Rong Jingyang usually liked listening to children's songs?
Hahaha.
Du Ruoxin almost burst into laughter.
Rong Jingyang felt the trembling in her arms intensify. His brows furrowed slightly as he lifted her chin.
He saw that her eyes were no longer filled with fear, but replaced by uncontrollable amusement.
For the first time ever, Rong Jingyang spoke without thinking, "You play it for Dou Dou."
He never listened to music. Whether at home, in the car, or in the office, he only listened to pure piano instrumental pieces.
Du Ruoxin and their daughter were in his car. When their daughter was just learning to speak, Du Ruoxin often played children's songs for her.
As a result, Xiao Ai remembered and thought he "liked" them.
Du Ruoxin: "I know."
Mom, Dad...
It was a pity she couldn't give her daughter a complete and happy home.
Du Ruoxin lowered her head, her expression dim.
Rong Jingyang, knowing she had emerged from her fear, let Xiao Ai rest and then asked, "What were you thinking just now?"
Du Ruoxin no longer felt the fear from before. "Can I not answer?"
The man: "..."
Du Ruoxin's voice was low, as if pleading with him. "Rong Jingyang, leave me some privacy."
—
The ancestral secret recipe for treating bruises and sprains from traditional Chinese medicine worked very well. Du Ruoxin recovered in three days.
Today, her daughter and her mother-in-law and father-in-law were returning.
Du Ruoxin went to the airport early to pick them up.
At the VIP channel exit, she, dressed in a simple casual outfit, looked youthful and radiant. Even in inexpensive clothes worth only a few hundred yuan, her radiance was undeniable.
From a distance, a man and a woman walked out of the channel hand in hand.
The man stood tall and straight, the woman was beautiful and elegant. Wherever they went, they were an enviable perfect couple.
Du Ruoxin saw her in-laws and ran towards them, waving. "Mommy, Daddy."
Rong Dou Dou, held by her grandfather, spotted her mother and excitedly wriggled free. With her little arms and legs, she eagerly called out, "Mommy, Mommy."
"Dou Dou finally sees you."
Du Ruoxin scooped up her daughter and kissed her face repeatedly.
Rong Dou Dou giggled and hugged her mother back, kissing her enthusiastically.
Du Ruoxin's heart melted from her daughter's cuteness. "Mommy missed Dou Dou so much. Did Dou Dou miss Mommy?"
Rong Dou Dou nodded vigorously. "Yes, I miss you every day."
She took the cute little bear backpack from her back and took out a five-star bottle. "Grandma said, if you miss Mommy, put some sand in it. When the sand fills it up, you can see Mommy."
The little girl proudly showed off the bottle.
Du Ruoxin couldn't help but kiss her precious daughter a few more times. "Dou Dou is so good."
At this moment, Rong Jianchen and his wife also walked over.
"The little girl insisted on seeing you. I couldn't refuse without finding a way." Feng Linwan looked at her granddaughter dotingly.
Du Ruoxin smiled at her mother-in-law. "Mommy, you must have had a tiring journey."
Feng Linwan linked arms with her daughter-in-law. The two of them looked like sisters with a deep affection. "Our Ruoxin is so good."
"Where is that brat Rong Jingyang? He didn't even come to pick me up."
Du Ruoxin smiled faintly. "He's gone abroad."
In the past few days, Rong Jingyang hadn't appeared, and she hadn't called him.
The two of them were like...
Strangers on different parallel lines, with no contact.
Feng Linwan heard the disappointment and slight melancholy in her daughter-in-law's voice. She turned to look at her and said, "Did you have a fight with Jingyang? Did he make you unhappy?"
"Tell Mommy, and Mommy will deal with him!"
Du Ruoxin's unhappiness was instantly healed by her mother-in-law.
Her mother-in-law treated her very well, even better than her own daughter, her younger sister-in-law.
These past two or three years in the Rong family were the happiest Du Ruoxin had experienced since her mother's death.
Except for—
Rong Jingyang.
If there was anything she would miss most about divorcing Rong Jingyang, it was only her mother-in-law.
"How could I possibly argue with him?" Du Ruoxin said with a wry smile.
She wouldn't tell her mother-in-law about wanting a divorce yet. She would wait until she confirmed it with Rong Jingyang.
Du Ruoxin didn't want her mother-in-law to worry about her or be unhappy.
"Haha." Feng Linwan chuckled. She knew her son's reserved temperament better than anyone.
There was no help for it; it was a strong genetic trait of the old Rong family.
Feng Linwan leaned close to Du Ruoxin's ear and whispered, "Let me tell you, you can't play by the rules with Rong Jingyang. Act up occasionally, and I guarantee you'll have him completely under your thumb."
"You're just too well-behaved."
"He has you completely wrapped around his finger."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
What did "act up" mean?
Along the way, Feng Linwan enthusiastically and unreservedly imparted her marital wisdom.
Du Ruoxin's eyelids twitched.
She didn't refute, but secretly sighed: [Mommy, Daddy spoils you without complaint even when you act up like this because Daddy loves you. In his heart and eyes, there is only you, so he is willing to play along with you.]
[What about Rong Jingyang?]
[He doesn't like me, he doesn't love me, so how could he indulge me?]
Often, it wasn't that she didn't want to act up, but that she lacked the capital to do so.
Shortly after Du Ruoxin and the others left the airport, another man walked out of the VIP channel—Christiano J. Rothschild.
—
Author's Note:
A quick note, I have written another book, "Madam Carries Three Cubs to Conquer the World."
In that book, the male lead Jing Fengnian = Rong Jianchen, Rong Jingyang = Jing Si Ao. Little ones, please match them accordingly.