Can I leave?
Rong Jingyang was clearly provoking her. If she left now, she would immediately lose her job and be unable to support herself.
She would be forced to live as a kept woman, dependent on him for survival.
She could not leave!
Du Ruoxin forced a social smile and blinked her eyes, "Fine, since you're foolishly rich... no, handsome and charming, I'll reluctantly accept this commission."
In a solemn and dignified meeting, Du Ruoxin stood behind Rong Jingyang.
High-ranking government officials and business tycoons sat on both sides of the extra-long marble table. A sea of people stretched as far as the eye could see.
Du Ruoxin saw Ai Wei.
She was at the end of the crowd, occasionally casting "concerned" glances their way.
Du Ruoxin was not surprised to see Ai Wei.
Wherever Rong Jingyang was, Ai Wei clung to him like a stubborn stain, refusing to let go.
She was truly the ultimate mistress in history!
Not wanting to see the disgusting woman, Du Ruoxin shifted her gaze, only to meet Rong Cheng's eyes by chance.
"Fake death."
"I can take you away, but I can't take Doudou."
Du Ruoxin directly refused Rong Cheng's suggestion.
She intended to obtain custody of her daughter from Rong Jingyang honorably. Besides, if she didn't ruin Ai Wei's reputation and make her disliked by her mother-in-law, how could she leave with peace of mind?
Du Ruoxin averted her gaze again.
She wondered how long Rong Jingyang's meeting would last. She had been standing for three to four hours, her legs numb and her back aching.
Ever since giving birth to Doudou, she couldn't stand for long periods.
Because she insisted on breastfeeding, she sat up at night to feed her. Perhaps that was why she developed a persistent backache during her confinement.
Her mother-in-law, concerned for her, would always suggest she stop breastfeeding and let the baby have formula at night.
How could Du Ruoxin bear to do that?
Doudou was her life, her angel, her bloodline. She wanted to give her daughter the best in the world.
Hoo—
Du Ruoxin shifted her stance, her almond-shaped eyes glaring fiercely at the back of the man's head.
Didn't he say she was a translator?
She had stood for three hours and twenty-five minutes. Everyone in the conference room was Chinese. Where were the Portuguese people?
Rong Jingyang was clearly toying with her.
Just as Du Ruoxin was about to draw a circle and curse him, the man suddenly stood up and pushed his chair in front of her.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, he pressed her down into the chair.
Whoa—
A gasp rippled through the crowd.
Everyone was stunned, their disbelief palpable.
Who was this woman?
Rong Ye was actually giving her his seat?
Could she be the mysterious Mrs. Rong, the one whispered about, the one Rong Ye cherished dearly?
Ever since Du Ruoxin had caused a scene at the venue last time, rumors of Rong Jingyang having a wife had spread like wildfire.
Rong Jingyang clearly didn't notice the stir his actions had caused. He glanced at the woman's feet and said in a cold tone, "Are you wearing high heels?"
Du Ruoxin's heart raced due to his sudden action, "I..."
Rong Jingyang frowned, displeased, "Didn't I tell you not to wear them?"
Du Ruoxin's heart sank, and her face immediately darkened.
[If I'm happy, I'll wear them. What are you going to do about it!]
She pushed Rong Jingyang away and said in a very business-like tone, "This is my private matter. Chairman Rong needn't worry."
Rong Jingyang completely ignored her words and simply said, "Rong Cheng!"
Without waiting for his boss's command, Rong Cheng responded with a "Yes" and turned to buy a pair of flat shoes.
Du Ruoxin remembered her child's phone and felt incredibly wronged, "Rong Jingyang, you're too overbearing."
"What shoes I wear is none of your business."
Everyone: "..."
Were they witnessing Rong Ye and his wife arguing live?
So exciting, so thrilling, so amazing!
Would there be any explosive news later?
As the crowd whispered, Ai Wei stood up and broke the tension, "It's already noon. Let's have lunch before continuing the meeting."
"Gather at two o'clock sharp."
Fan Yinghao reacted quickly. Seeing that his boss was about to have a "deep" conversation with his wife, he quickly organized everyone to leave.
In a moment, only three people remained in the office.
Du Ruoxin was constantly being stared at by Rong Jingyang, his devastatingly handsome face just inches away.
She—
Within two minutes, she was already infatuated.
Alas!
Weren't they arguing with Rong Jingyang? Why was she being captivated by him again?
Du Ruoxin felt like slapping herself twice to wake up.
From now on, no matter how charming Rong Jingyang's magnificent face was, how pleasing to the eye, what did it have to do with her?
Du Ruoxin turned her eyes away.
Ai Wei stood at the doorway, not entering, but calling out, "A Jing, I've made plans with Charles. He's waiting for us."
Rong Jingyang glanced at his wife, left her with a "Sit well and wait for Rong Cheng to bring your shoes," and turned to walk towards Ai Wei.
Du Ruoxin pouted. Listening to the man's receding footsteps, a trace of desolation crossed her heart.
With a surge of courage she didn't know she had, she shouted at him, "Don't you dare leave!"
"Rong Jingyang, I'm hungry. Come with me to eat."
The man paused, but did not turn back.
In the empty conference room, his voice, devoid of any warmth, echoed, "Be good, don't make a fuss."
Then, without looking back, he left with Ai Wei.
Before leaving, Du Ruoxin clearly saw Ai Wei cast a victorious smile at her, as if mocking her. What good was beauty? What good was youth? What good was being filial to parents and giving birth to his children?
She still couldn't keep Rong Jingyang's person, let alone his heart.
Du Ruoxin's chest ached.
Why had she sought humiliation just now? She knew Rong Jingyang would choose Ai Wei, not her.
Curling up in the chair, Du Ruoxin hugged her knees, burying her head in between.
"Madam..."
Rong Cheng arrived with new shoes and knelt before Du Ruoxin. Seeing her distress, he felt a pang of sympathy.
Du Ruoxin murmured to herself, her voice thick with unconcealed sadness, "Why won't he agree to a divorce?"
"Why doesn't he like me, yet won't let me go?"
Rong Cheng could not answer.
Although he understood Rong Jingyang, it was only in the business world, where he was the invincible and all-powerful Master Rong.
"Wear your shoes first," he advised.
Du Ruoxin looked up, her eyes slightly glistening, lost in her own sorrow, "What do I have to do to anger Rong Jingyang and force him to divorce me?"
Rong Cheng: "..."
He had said that he feared being silenced.
Du Ruoxin suddenly became agitated, her trembling eyes like a drowning person grasping at a life raft, "What does Rong Jingyang hate the most?"
"You must know, don't you?"
Rong Cheng couldn't say no to those eyes. Even at the risk of being shot by his master, he accepted it.
"Master has no flaws," he said.
Du Ruoxin instantly deflated like a pricked balloon, collapsing onto the chair in despair.
"But I will help you."
Du Ruoxin was stunned by Rong Cheng's decisive words, "Help me?"
Wasn't Rong Cheng Rong Jingyang's most trusted person?
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because..." I...
Rong Cheng dared not utter those words. He smiled slightly and said, "You deserve better."
Du Ruoxin gave a bitter smile.
Wasn't Rong Jingyang good enough?
He was rich and powerful, handsome and fit. A prince charming, an ideal husband that countless women dreamed of marrying.
But alas—
Du Ruoxin collected her thoughts, refusing to let the sorrow consume her like a tornado.
She took out her phone from her bag and handed it to Rong Cheng, "My phone has been switched to child mode, and the videos I took a few days ago were deleted. Can you try to recover them?"
She suspected that Mu Li had deleted the spoof video of the miniature dwarf singing to Rong Jingyang and Ai Wei.
She couldn't find it anywhere.
Rong Cheng took the phone, "I'll try."
Two hours later, Rong Cheng's friend, after exerting immense effort, finally managed to unlock the program.
However, the phone suddenly went black and displayed two lines of text:
"Madam, the program has been locked. No matter how many times you try, it's useless."
"Please give up struggling."
Crack crack crack—
All of Rong Cheng's friend's computers were infected with viruses and crashed, one after another, completely ruined.
Du Ruoxin stared dumbfounded at the tragic scene of fire erupting before her eyes.
This—
Had Rong Jingyang hired a group of hackers to monitor her phone in real-time?
This was too much!
Du Ruoxin didn't know whether to cry or be angry at this moment.
So, she made a bold decision—she didn't want the phone anymore, she'd buy a new one.
She would set the wallpaper to a muscular man with eight-pack abs and a perfect physique. That would infuriate him!
Since Rong Jingyang could have a mistress, why couldn't she fall for someone else?