Du Ruo Xin occupied Cristiano's time for quite a while.
The auction listing on the dark web, which had escalated from one million to twenty million US dollars, saw Cristiano wave his hand and directly bid one hundred million US dollars.
No one dared to compete with him further.
He had expected the mastermind behind the scenes to arrange a meeting with "Xin'er" and him, but Cristiano waited for a long time and urged them multiple times, yet the person never brought up the transaction.
After some investigation, Cristiano discovered that the mastermind had only logged onto the internet once on the day the listing was posted and had not appeared since.
This made him anxious!
Using all his resources and after many detours, he only managed to get one piece of information – the photo was sent to the dark web from City E in Country A.
Thus, he had come.
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Rong Family Villa
Feng Lin Wan pulled out a large pile of spoils: jewelry, figurines, clothes, bags, and shoes, filling an entire room.
"Ruo Xin, I bought these for you abroad. See if you like them?"
Du Ruo Xin's eyes were dazzled. "I like them, thank you, Mommy."
Feng Lin Wan held her hand and patted it. "These are all from me, not from Jing Yang."
"Huh?" Mommy knew she had burned clothes?
Du Ruo Xin lowered her head awkwardly. "Well, I..."
Feng Lin Wan smiled and said from an experienced perspective, "Which couple doesn't argue? Your father and I still resort to physical force when we disagree."
Du Ruo Xin looked up and smiled. "Thank you, Mommy."
A mother-in-law was truly wonderful, never criticizing her at any time or place.
Even showing unwavering favoritism and support.
Sometimes Du Ruo Xin couldn't help but wonder if she was her mother-in-law's long-lost biological daughter, and Rong Jing Yang was the one who was adopted.
"It's alright, just live your life well." Feng Lin Wan looked at her adorable granddaughter, holding her and kissing her. "Look how good and pretty our Dou Dou is."
"Dou Dou, ask Mommy to have another baby boy, okay?"
Rong Dou Dou giggled at her grandmother's teasing. "Okay."
Du Ruo Xin: "..."
Could having another child keep Rong Jing Yang?
If it could, she wouldn't mind having ten or eight, as long as his heart was with her.
But the problem was, it couldn't.
Dou Dou was almost two years old since birth. Rong Jing Yang was either working or on his way to work. When had he ever paid attention to his daughter?
Du Ruo Xin didn't want to have another child.
That night, after coaxing her daughter to sleep, she lay alone in bed, unable to sleep.
Du Ruo Xin held her daughter's chubby little hand, filled with guilt. "Dou Dou, Mommy wants to leave Daddy. Will you blame me when you grow up?"
Children from single-parent families... would they be bullied... would they face discrimination?
Would her daughter's growth be affected?
Looking at Dou Dou's innocent little face, Du Ruo Xin wavered at this moment.
Her chest felt tight, as if something was pressing on her, making it hard to breathe.
On one hand, giving her daughter a complete family; on the other, Rong Jing Yang's infidelity...
Du Ruo Xin sighed.
Not wanting to dwell in sadness, she took out her phone and sent a message to Rong Cheng: [I want to be a designer. Do you know any companies I could apply to?]
In this era of fierce competition and rapid change, lacking a degree was equivalent to not having an entry ticket.
Although she was capable in many aspects, not being able to produce a diploma was a significant weakness, so she could only rely on connections and backdoor entry.
Rong Cheng replied instantly: [In what field?]
Du Ruo Xin: [Anything is fine.]
Rong Cheng: "..."
What did that mean?
There were countless types of designers, and different industries involved different professional fields and knowledge.
For example, fashion designers, graphic designers, jewelry designers, architectural designers, interior designers, image designers, animation designers, and so on.
The industry spans were vast, from heaven to earth, and the differences were immense.
Her statement...
Rong Cheng scratched his head and asked, [How about an architectural designer?]
Du Ruo Xin: [Okay.]
Rong Cheng scratched his head even harder. He remembered that Du Ruo Xin had dropped out of Harvard MBA.
She gave up her studies and her diploma to marry Rong Jing Yang, focusing on being a full-time wife.
He couldn't quite figure out when she had studied architectural design. Rong Cheng typed: [I'll get back to you in a bit.]
A few minutes later, he replied: [Dong Jian Group. Nine AM tomorrow.]
Du Ruo Xin: [Thank you.]
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The next day, after entrusting her daughter to her mother-in-law, Du Ruo Xin arrived at Dong Jian Group on time.
The receptionist led her to the Human Resources Department.
"A bunch of useless people!"
"You let the duck that was already in your grasp fly away!"
"How do you do your job!"
"CRASH—"
As she passed the design department office, she heard the manager smashing a cup and yelling angrily.
Du Ruo Xin paused and asked the receptionist, "Dear, may I ask what happened?"
The receptionist, having been instructed by the HR manager, knew Du Ruo Xin had connections and whispered, "Our company signed a contract with Wantta Group, and we even completed the design drafts. But during construction, they suddenly wanted to breach the contract. I don't know what went wrong."
When a sure thing goes awry, there must be a mischievous force at play.
Upon meeting the HR manager, Du Ruo Xin got straight to the point. "I don't have a diploma, nor am I an overseas returnee."
"I heard there's a problem with your collaboration with Wantta?"
"How about this: if I can resolve it, you hire me."
The manager stared at Du Ruo Xin in surprise. She hadn't expected her to be so direct. After a few seconds, he recovered from his astonishment. "I believe Miss Du's abilities are certainly not lacking."
Even if the person the boss specifically requested was useless, he had to accept them.
The HR manager brought Du Ruo Xin to the design department manager.
The design department manager, named Zhang Chao, had a face as long as a donkey's, still recovering from his anger.
When he heard the condition Du Ruo Xin set, Zhang Chao was visibly taken aback. "Alright, it's up to you."
He then called someone over. "Yu Han, take Du Ruo Xin around and familiarize her with the work."
"If you can't get the Wantta order back, you can forget about your job too."
Wen Yu Han nervously replied, "Yes, yes."
Leaving the manager's office, Wen Yu Han was dazed and walked straight into a pillar.
Du Ruo Xin helped her up and comforted her, "It's okay, believe in yourself."
Wen Yu Han's eyes were red. "I, I..."
If even the supervisor couldn't handle the order, how could she, an employee, manage it?
If she was fired, where could she go?
Wen Yu Han felt lost about her future. She wanted to cry but dared not, so she held back her tears.
Du Ruo Xin felt a pang of sympathy for her, not for any other reason than that the helplessness and fear in the young girl's eyes were so similar to her own role in her marriage!
Rong Jing Yang refused to divorce, so she could only endure it with him.
Du Ruo Xin pulled Wen Yu Han to sit at her workstation. "Would you like me to make you a cup of coffee?"
"Or, could you tell me what the situation is?"
Wen Yu Han blinked foolishly, suddenly realizing she had lost her composure. She quickly wiped away her tears. "I'm sorry, you had to see me like this."
She pulled out a file from the file rack and handed it to Du Ruo Xin. "This is our company's design and construction proposal."
"Mr. Lin was always satisfied. I don't know why they suddenly breached the contract?"
Du Ruo Xin took the documents and turned around gracefully. "Let's go, I'll take you to get the order back."