Leaving the barbecue restaurant, Feng Linwan glanced at her husband.
Rong Jianchen didn't need his wife to speak; their years of tacit understanding and mutual appreciation meant they knew each other's thoughts from a single glance.
He led their son away first.
Feng Linwan paused, instructed the maid and bodyguards behind her, and then got into another car with Du Ruoxin.
Ai Wei, publicly humiliated by Feng Linwan, gritted her teeth in anger. That damned old woman!
Rong Jingyang was hers, all hers!
Why was the old woman stopping her?
Ahhhh!
Ai Wei's eyes turned red, and she angrily smashed everything on the table.
"Tsk, that's why mistresses are destined to have no good ending."
"So young, not looking for a good man, but demeaning herself. Serves her right!"
"Pah, shameless woman!"
The crowd pointed and gossiped about Ai Wei, their collective scorn nearly drowning her.
But who was Ai Wei?
Did she care about others' gazes? Did she care about others' opinions?
She just wanted to marry Rong Jingyang and become the young mistress of the Rong family.
"What are you looking at!" Ai Wei retorted, "He and I grew up together, and he likes—"
Seeing the maid and bodyguards approach, Ai Wei swallowed the rest of her words.
"Miss, Madam said to ask if you have any other items the young master gave you, and to take them back as well."
Ai Wei: "..."
Feng Linwan, you old hag, why don't you just die!
...
In the car, Rong Doudou, after crying, fell asleep in her mother's arms.
Du Ruoxin held her daughter, gently stroking her baby-soft skin, her face radiating maternal warmth.
Feng Linwan looked at her silent daughter-in-law and sighed, "Ruoxin, are you arguing with Jingyang because of her?"
Du Ruoxin pursed her lips, neither nodding nor refuting.
"Silly girl, my Rong family only recognizes you as the eldest daughter-in-law, understand?" Feng Linwan comforted her, "As long as I'm here, no one can bully you."
Du Ruoxin's carefully controlled emotions instantly collapsed. Her throat choked, as if speaking would unleash a flood of tears.
No, she couldn't cry.
Du Ruoxin bit her lower lip, refusing to let anyone see her vulnerability.
But her subtle actions couldn't escape Feng Linwan's sharp eyes. She took out her phone and sent a message to Rong Cheng: [Does Jingyang have any work interactions with Ai Wei recently?]
Soon, Rong Cheng replied: [The second airport construction in E City, the Chairman has appointed Ai Wei as the chief designer.]
Feng Linwan looked at the WeChat message, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes.
In another car, Rong Jingyang had been staring out the window since getting in. His stern demeanor softened slightly in front of his father.
Rong Jianchen didn't ask too many questions, only saying, "Your mother is angry."
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils flickered.
Mommy being angry meant Ai Wei was in trouble.
If it was because of him...
How could he ensure Ai Wei wouldn't be affected or harmed?
Rong Jingyang's voice was low and hoarse as he explained, "She and I are just colleagues, and friends."
Rong Jianchen waved his hand, clearly not wanting to hear it. "No matter your relationship with Ai Wei, I only ask you this: have you cheated?"
"Whether physically or in your heart."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Rong Jianchen seemed to understand from his son's silence that the situation was rather serious. "So, Jing Shu said Ruoxin wants a divorce from you. Is that true?"
Rong Jingyang immediately denied it. "I will not divorce."
Mommy liked Du Ruoxin, liked Doudou. He would never divorce Du Ruoxin in this lifetime.
Rong Jianchen felt like slapping his son. Was this the son he had been proud of since childhood? Why was he so muddled?
"Then control your heart!" Rong Jianchen said sternly. "And, find a way to make yourself fall in love with Du Ruoxin."
Don't wait until your wife leaves, and then come to me regretting it!
The last sentence, Rong Jianchen didn't say aloud. He suspected his son, who was a bit slow on the uptake, would have a bumpy romantic life.