Cristino dodged quickly, and Qin Yunxi's fist did not hit his face, but his words enraged him.
"Qin Yunxi, are you looking for death?!"
Cristino's eyes burst with icy and cold light.
Young Master Qin, however, feared nothing, be it ghosts, gods, demons, or monsters, he held them all in contempt—"Bring it on, who's afraid of whom?"
Before Cristino could make a move, Du Ruoxin anxiously said, "Brother Qin, what are you saying?"
"Can I ask you to lead the way?"
Qin Yunxi knew his sister-in-law didn't want him to conflict with Cristino.
Forget it, the timing was wrong today.
If they wanted to fight one-on-one, or in a group, or to the death, there would be plenty of opportunities later. There was no need to cause trouble during the time of his sister-in-law's mother's grave relocation.
Qin Yunxi withdrew his cold gaze and made a gesture of invitation, "Mr. Rothschild, please?"
He couldn't let this guy walk ahead of Rong Jingyang. If he made a sneak attack, Rong Jingyang would definitely roll down the hillside.
Then, it wouldn't just be a leg injury, it could be brain damage, paralysis...
Cristino also did not wish to cause trouble at the grave, as it would be a great disrespect to the deceased.
He strode forward, taking the lead.
Qin Yunxi followed closely behind.
Du Ruoxin had initially thought of letting Rong Jingyang wait in the car due to the difficult muddy terrain, but he said, "It's my first time meeting my mother-in-law, how can I not go?" She had no choice but to agree.
The two walked in third place.
Grace, who had been on edge the entire time and was shocked that Qin Yunxi dared to openly challenge Cristino and still be alive and unharmed, walked in fourth place.
Qin Zha Zha...
What exactly was his identity?
Did he know that protecting Rong Jingyang like this would lead to a terrible death?
Unconsciously, Grace looked at the tall and sturdy man over 1.9 meters in front of her with a more scrutinizing gaze.
Mu Li walked in fifth place, Lin Xuanyao sixth...
The long procession, however, had a gap between Rong Jingyang and Du Ruoxin.
Qin Yunxi had already "driven" Cristino to Du's mother's grave. The two big men, as if playing cat and mouse, reached their destination in two to three minutes.
As for Rong Jingyang, due to his leg inconvenience, even with his specially customized crutches, his movements were still slow.
For a distance that a normal person would take one step, he needed ten steps, and his movements were extremely slow.
Du Ruoxin did not rush him. Seeing how hard he tried to walk, seeing the sweat dripping from enduring muscle pain, her heart ached.
Due to the special nature of the crutches, the upper end was under Rong Jingyang's armpit, the middle section had a ring-like structure surrounded by soft silicone, fixed to Rong Jingyang's thigh, and the lower end resembled a duck's foot, dragging his leg.
There was also an instrument attached, displaying the load, stride, and time taken, etc.
Du Ruoxin had been supporting him all along.
Seeing the man's effort to stand up, she realized how difficult his past year had been.
Every step he took, he was trembling.
Du Ruoxin could not share Rong Jingyang's pain, so she could only wipe his sweat, hold his hand, and never let go.
Regret, like venom, quickly spread throughout Du Ruoxin's body.
Big Brother, really—
Why did she leave without a word back then? Why didn't she see Rong Jingyang?
It seemed the reason for her heartache that day had become blurry.
Du Ruoxin, besides self-blame and guilt, could not recall anything else.
So, time was still a magical thing. It had stripped away her resentment and hatred towards Rong Jingyang, but it had not erased the love etched into her bones.
Finally, after a long time, Rong Jingyang arrived at Du's mother's grave.
A feng shui master, dressed in a Taoist robe, stepped forward. He made the gesture of Amitabha with his left hand and held a formation plate with his right. He nodded and said, "Mr. Rong, before the ritual begins, you and Madam should burn incense and kowtow."
At this moment, Cristino walked to Du Ruoxin's right side.
Rong Jingyang was on her left.
The feng shui master paused, "This..."
The Western man before him was a dragon among dragons, but unfortunately, he had recently encountered a blood calamity.
If he couldn't overcome this hurdle in his life, he might die young.
Du Ruoxin explained, "He is my elder brother, Cristino. He came specifically to pay respects to my mother."
The feng shui master looked at Rong Jingyang—Hiss! Mr. Rong and Cristino were in conflict in their destinies, belonging to two dragons fighting, with one inevitably getting injured.
But Mr. Rong had good fortune and was aided by noble people, so he could turn danger into safety.
Unlike Cristino, who carried a malevolent aura in his destiny...
Rong Jingyang nodded, not refuting Du Ruoxin's words.
The feng shui master withdrew his scrutinizing gaze and then looked at his disciple.
The disciple would distribute three sticks of incense each...
Half an hour later, the ritual was completed. As a large black cloth covered the grave mound and the feng shui master finished chanting the scriptures, he said, "Rise." The excavator began to dig vertically downwards along the grave mound. When it reached the burial depth, the excavator stopped.
Then, dozens of strong young laborers holding shovels and hoes began to circle the grave mound like a plumb bob, clearing the soil in the center.
Du Ruoxin looked at the scene in astonishment.
What was this?
Didn't Rong Jingyang ask people to excavate the grave?
Did he intend to move the entire grave?
Recalling the large trucks parked outside and the crane about to start working, Du Ruoxin became even more certain of her thoughts.
She saw several young men using ropes and sheet metal to form a basket shape, encasing the grave mound to prevent soil loss.
This was equivalent to moving Du's mother's tomb as a whole package, without opening the coffin or the grave.
Then, a pit would be dug in the new burial site, and it would be reburied.
Du Ruoxin smiled faintly and looked at Rong Jingyang, silently saying, "Thank you for being so considerate of my mother."
Rong Jingyang responded with a head pat.
The moment of unspoken affection between them, however, felt like a thorn piercing Cristino's heart.
He said coldly, "Xin'er, where is Auntie being moved?"
Rong Jingyang: "Fengming Mountain."
Du Ruoxin: This is not...
Before she could speak, Cristino said sarcastically again, "Isn't Fengming Mountain where your Rong family's ancestral graves are buried?"
"Why, by moving Auntie to Fengming Mountain, do you intend to threaten Xin'er with her at any time?"
Is that how it is?
Du Ruoxin did not believe the man she loved was so despicable and shameless, but she dared not gamble with her mother's peace.
Moreover, considering past experiences.
And...
Feeling guilty towards Rong Jingyang and willing to compromise and suffer greatly for him were her personal choices.
Whether she won or lost, she could bear the consequences.
But her mother could not.
Du Ruoxin would not allow anyone to threaten her using her mother.
Rong Jingyang curled his lips, his sharp gaze directed at Cristino, "East of Fengming Mountain, I have demarcated it, and the land deed is in Du Ruoxin's name."
In other words, Rong Jingyang had divided his family's ancestral mountain into two, allocating a piece of land to Du Ruoxin's mother.
This—
Du Ruoxin was shocked.
She had not expected him to do this!
That was the ancestral land of the Rong family for generations, symbolizing immeasurable wealth and a supreme feng shui treasure land!
He, had actually divided it and shared it with others?
"Rong Jingyang, are you taking on the label of an unfilial son just to put my mind at ease?"
Du Ruoxin was deeply moved, but she did not let the joy and the man's deep affection overwhelm her. With a worried expression, she asked, "Mr. Rong, do Daddy and Mommy know?"