Leaving the banquet, Du Ruoxin got into the car Trevor was driving.
A year ago, upon arrival.
After picking up Grace, the group headed to the airport and boarded a flight to Country A.
On the plane, Rong Jingshu looked at Du Ruoxin, who had her eyes closed, wanting to speak but hesitating.
After a year apart, his sister-in-law was even more beautiful than before.
Her previous beauty was that of an ethereal maiden, pure, untainted by the world, stunningly beautiful like a celestial being.
Now, her beauty possessed more intellect, more elegance, and more maturity.
It was just his brother...
Rong Jingshu's eyes dimmed, and he said in a low voice, "Sister-in-law, are you asleep?"
Du Ruoxin opened her eyes. "What is it?"
It had been a year since she left. She wondered about Rong Jingyang...
Du Ruoxin's heart felt a pang of bitterness. "Jingshu, I've already divorced Rong Jingyang. You can call me Ruoxin, or Miss Du."
Rong Jingshu knitted his brows. "My brother didn't sign."
"So, you're still my sister-in-law."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
For some reason, a flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
Seeing this, Rong Jingshu seized the opportunity. "Sister-in-law, do you still love my brother?"
Du Ruoxin's heart suddenly felt like it had plunged into an icy pool.
A chill coursed through her entire body.
She quickly averted her gaze. "No!"
This "no" was so decisive and loud that it lacked any conviction.
Rong Jingshu didn't expose her, merely feigning dejection to elicit sympathy. "Alas."
"It's right that you don't love him."
"My brother—"