"Okay."
She smiled brilliantly.
The extended business van soon arrived at a rural village.
Du Ruoxin's mother was buried in Gaodili, with mountains behind and a small river in front, symbolizing prosperity from mountains and water, and also that Du Ruoxin and her children were blessed by heaven. It was an excellent feng shui location.
Du Ruoxin had found the most renowned feng shui master in the surrounding villages to choose the burial site for her mother, even though she was only ten years old at the time.
Lin Xuanyao parked the business van by the roadside. From here to the cemetery, there was still a hundred-meter dirt path through the countryside.
However—
Looking out the window, Du Ruoxin frowned. Why were there so many people gathered in front of her mother's grave? And an excavator? Villagers with tools like shovels and hoes?
Could it be… Rong Jingyang was really going to dig up her mother's grave?
He wouldn't dare!
She would fight him to the death!
Du Ruoxin’s face stiffened. "Mr. Rong, what does this mean?"
The excavator and workers in the distance, the super large trucks parked by the roadside, the countless villagers who came to watch the spectacle, and the luxury cars parked from the front to the end of the village, completely blocking traffic…
Rong Jingyang’s grand display had likely drawn the attention of the entire village, making them think the mayor was coming to inspect work?
"The site for the second airport is here," Rong Jingyang explained.
Du Ruoxin: "—"
Rong Jingyang, are you doing this on purpose?
Meeting her displeased gaze, the man flicked her forehead. "East City is only this big, and this is the only suitable location."
"Demolition will begin next."
Du Ruoxin’s face fell. So, she had been tricked by Rong Jingyang after all?
What was the situation now?
She had to move, whether she wanted to or not? It was like forcing a duck onto a perch!
Du Ruoxin said with some displeasure, "Mr. Rong, when was this decided?"
"A month ago." He paused, then added, "You weren't back, so I've been holding off."
His implication seemed to be that if she didn't agree, he would push through the airport relocation to another location against all opposition, all for her?
Du Ruoxin pouted, her eyes reflecting a swirl of emotions.
Sensing her helplessness, Rong Jingyang reached out and stroked her head. "I've looked at all the potential sites in City E, and there are none."
"If we move it further out, it will be too close to F City Airport and too far from the East City economic zone, defeating the purpose of building a new airport."
Listening to his explanation, Du Ruoxin felt a heavy blockage in her heart.
Moving the grave…
As the saying goes, "The poor do not change their doors, the rich do not move their graves." Although she wasn't superstitious, disturbing her mother's grave, she—
Seeing that the two would take a while longer, Qin Yunxi got out of the car first.
Standing by the car, he took out a cigarette and a lighter and lit it.
At that moment, the elder Mr. Qin was filled with embarrassing images, which was quite vexing.
The intensity of his inhaling and exhaling spoke volumes of his melancholy.
Catching sight of Grace getting out as well, he offered her the cigarette.
Grace shook her head. "I don't smoke."
She had initially intended to make a snide remark to Qin Zha Zha, but the solemn scene before them was hardly suitable for discussing bikinis and pole dancing.
Grace put her hands in her pockets and looked around.
Suddenly, her gaze froze.
Cristino!
She saw Cristino outside the crowd. Although his figure was small, Grace still recognized him.
Wherever Cristino went, he was the most eye-catching person in the crowd.
Nearly 1.9 meters tall, with chiseled features, fair skin, and the typical handsome European look, coupled with a muscular physique, he exuded an even more imposing aura.
Undoubtedly, he was an exceptionally handsome man in this world.
But what Grace saw was the pressure he exerted under his power.
And fear.
Grace reflexively tapped the car window. "Sister Xin, Cristino is here."
What?
Du Ruoxin subconsciously sat up, but Rong Jingyang held her down. "Have you decided?"
"..."
"I'll give you ten minutes to think about it." He paused. "Old Qin and Mu Li will stop him."
Mu Li, after being injected with Cristino's anesthetic, had been rushed to the hospital and had woken up that morning.
Du Ruoxin: Stop him?
Was it going to be a fight again?
Still harboring some doubts, she immediately made her decision. "Move it!"
She didn't want to see her elder brother and Rong Jingyang's men fighting; she disliked violence.
"Where do you plan to move my mother?" Since he said he would move it, he must have already chosen a new burial site.
"Fengming Mountain, I bought a plot of land…"
"Okay."
Before Rong Jingyang could finish speaking, Du Ruoxin hurried out of the car and ran towards the two who were about to fight again.
"Brother Qin, stop!"
Qin Yunxi: "..."
What a shame, not being able to spar with Cristino and see who was more skilled?
He withdrew his hand and patted his clothes.
As Du Ruoxin approached them, her gaze fell upon her brother's bruised face and scraped lips, and she couldn't help but flinch.
He was injured?
Had Mu Li beaten him badly last night?
But before she could speak, Cristino pulled her behind him. "Xin'er, come with me!"
Du Ruoxin tugged at her brother's sleeve. "Brother, since you're here, let's go pay respects to my mother together."
"I haven't seen her in four years."
Bowing to a fake tombstone every Qingming Festival was truly unfilial.
Cristino turned to look at her.
"Okay?" Du Ruoxin pleaded.
"..."
He couldn't say no to her, especially when her face showed such vulnerability.
"Mm," Cristino replied.
Then, he pulled Du Ruoxin along, walking past Qin Yunxi as if he were invisible.
Qin Yunxi: Hey—
Cristino's possessiveness over Du Ruoxin was no less than Rong Jingyang's, tsk tsk tsk!
No way!
How could a brother's woman be coveted by another man?
Just as Qin Yunxi was about to launch a surprise attack on Cristino, Du Ruoxin broke free from his grasp and whispered, as softly as a mosquito, "My mother is here."
Cristino's expression sharpened.
Although sibling marriage wasn't uncommon in Europe, in Country A, Du Ruoxin had sternly told him that it was incest, forbidden by law and morality.
Fine.
For the sake of the deceased, he would restrain himself.
Rong Jingyang had also gotten out of the car. From a distance, Cristino was being overly familiar with Du Ruoxin, and he saw it all.
Although the intelligence indicated that Du Ruoxin had not been overly intimate with Cristino this past year.
But seeing his wife being held by another man with his own eyes, a thorn pricked Rong Jingyang's heart.
"Mr. Rong, it rained a little last night, and the ground is a bit slippery. You don't need to go over," Du Ruoxin said as she walked up to him.
What?
Was she afraid that he, a disabled person, would lose his footing and roll down the slope?
Rong Jingyang grabbed Du Ruoxin's hand and said imperiously, "Help me!"
Mu Li immediately handed him a high-tech custom-made cane.
"Rong Jingyang, let go of Xin'er!" Cristino roared.
Qin Yunxi quickly stepped in front of him and threw a punch. "Mr. Rothschild, they are a legally married couple. Even if you dislike their public displays of affection, you still have to watch them."
"Or," Qin Yunxi extended his index and middle fingers, making a gesture of poking eyes, "dig out your own eyes, and then you won't have to see it?"