Leave Rong Jingyang!
Since his heart couldn't be warmed, since his heart already belonged to someone else, then she would fulfill him.
This thought flashed through her mind, sweeping away Du Ruoxin's reason like a storm. Heartache, unwillingness, reluctance – so much unbearable pain that it suffocated her.
Yet, amidst the overwhelming pain, there was a faint glimmer of light, a sense of relief, of liberation.
That beam of light, like a spark, blazed brighter and fiercer, fueled by the wind and waves, burning away the darkness in Du Ruoxin's entire world.
It became bright.
What was the big deal? If it was divorce, it was divorce. Losing her was Rong Jingyang's loss.
Her life was still long. She didn't want to be gloomy and unhappy forever, to waste her years for a man, to muddle through life.
She was only 22, intelligent, emotionally intelligent, and stunningly beautiful. Why should she hang herself on the tree of Rong Jingyang?
She had loved, she had tried her best. On the road of life, she had no regrets.
That was enough.
Du Ruoxin rushed into the pharmacy, bought cold medicine, took it, and then called Rong Jingyang.
Learning he was at the Muma Mountain Golf Course, she took a taxi there.
Muma Mountain Golf Course was the most expensive aristocratic venue in E City, serving as a resort for leisure and entertainment in addition to the golf course.
Rong Jingyang had a gathering today concerning the construction of E City's second international airport.
Besides wealthy businessmen from E City and some political figures, there were also representatives from venture capital companies from cities like the capital and Shanghai.
Rong Jingyang was hosting today, inviting relevant personnel to discuss matters.
The meeting had been debated for seven or eight hours, and the final plan was still not decided.
Continuing the stalemate was not an option. Rong Jingyang stood up, "Let's have dinner first, and then we can discuss after organizing the meeting content."
The group moved to the pre-arranged buffet restaurant.
"AJing," a woman with a beautiful face, an elegant figure, and a noble purple gown walked towards Rong Jingyang.
Ai Wei smiled sweetly, "I wish you success in acquiring ownership in advance."
Rong Jingyang glanced at her and responded with a faint "Mm."
Ai Wei was not deterred by his indifferent attitude; instead, she became more enthusiastic.
To the point where everyone assumed they were a couple, and a well-meaning gentleman even joked.
"Miss Ai is so beautiful, elegant, and her abilities are second to none. Mr. Rong, when do you plan to marry her?"
Du Ruoxin appeared in the crowd just as she heard this.
Boom—
Her already furious mind felt like it had been hit by a bomb.
Marry whom?
Ai Wei?
Rong Jingyang, you truly are a scumbag!
Before we're even divorced, you're eagerly announcing to the public that you're going to marry your childhood sweetheart?
Although she had decided to divorce, Du Ruoxin couldn't swallow this insult!
She picked up a nearby wine bottle and walked towards the two.
"Mr. Grace, you..." Before Rong Jingyang could finish, Ai Wei interrupted, "Mr. Grace, you do have a sense of humor."
"However, I'll take your good wishes, hahaha."
The woman's laughter sounded extremely sarcastic to Du Ruoxin's ears, mocking her efforts, her near-degrading attempts to please him, yet still failing to win Rong Jingyang's love.
"Smash—"
An expensive bottle of Maotai was splashed onto Ai Wei's face.
Ai Wei, who had been basking in her triumph, instantly became the most pathetic and disheveled clown in the entire venue.
"Ah—"
Ai Wei screamed, covering her face.
Her eyes, nose, and mouth were filled with alcohol; it stung so much.
"Ai Wei, I've seen shameless escort girls, but I've never seen a woman more shameless than you," Du Ruoxin walked closer slowly, her sharp voice drowning out the miserable cries.
She extended her delicate hand and affectionately linked arms with the man who was still her husband, "Rong Jingyang is married, and I am his wife."
"Do you want to announce to the world that you're his mistress?"
"Hoo—"
At these words, the crowd erupted.
When did the esteemed head of the Rong Group, the decision-maker of a trillion-dollar empire—Rong Jingyang—get married?
He had never worn a wedding ring, nor had he ever mentioned having a wife.
What was going on!
Upon hearing Du Ruoxin's voice, Ai Wei immediately suppressed the urge to slap her twice and grind her into the ground.
"Jing—AJing, my eyes—"
"Water—"
The woman's helpless plea was pathetic. Rong Jingyang shot Du Ruoxin a glare and reached out to help Ai Wei.
But his hand was forcibly pulled back by Du Ruoxin.
She stared straight at him, smiling gently, "Husband, are the matters concluded?"
"Mom is asking you to come home."
However, hidden within that feigned gentleness was a warning—Rong Jingyang, if you dare to disrespect me, I'll make a bigger scene!
Since she had already decided to divorce him, everything about the Rong family had nothing to do with her. She didn't need to maintain it or care about it.
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils narrowed. His wife's sudden disruption, causing him and Ai Wei embarrassment, made his face turn black on the spot. "Apologize."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
What, asking her to apologize?
Rong Jingyang, you—don't be too biased!
The smile on Du Ruoxin's lips gradually stiffened and turned cold. "You, say that again?"
Rong Jingyang gripped her shoulder, his knuckles protruding as if he intended to crush her. "Apologize!"
Du Ruoxin's face twitched in pain, but she didn't beg for mercy.
Ask her to apologize to this green tea bitch who stole her husband?
Absolutely not!
"What if I don't?" Du Ruoxin's cold eyes held a stubborn glint.