Angus brought Du Ruoxin to the cinema.
This was a cinema with a story, its owner surnamed Du.
Yes, that’s right, it was Du Ruoxin.
The “theone” cinema was Cristiano’s twelfth birthday gift to Du Ruoxin, and the graffiti on the walls was all painted by Du Ruoxin herself.
The little girl was stained with paint for a whole week before she completed the wall painting design for the entire cinema.
She painted Daddy, Mommy, several older brothers, and younger siblings.
Now, revisiting the old place, Du Ruoxin looked at the happy family on the wall.
She couldn’t help but be moved to tears.
From a young age, she longed for a happy and complete family—with a father, a mother, and siblings.
Later, her mother left, and she found her father and brothers.
But her father had a stepmother, and her mother almost became a mistress who broke up another marriage…
Du Ruoxin touched the wall painting of the happy family of eight.
Tears had already soaked her clothes.
Perhaps from the moment she painted this picture, her obsession with a happy marriage had been deeply rooted in her heart.
That’s why she tolerated Rong Jingyang’s indifference time and again.
That’s why she kept hoping that Rong Jingyang, with his shattered values, would turn over a new leaf.
That’s why she gave him chances, again and again…
But—
A few words from Ivy completely awakened Du Ruoxin.
The soulmate she longed for was not with Rong Jingyang. The happy marriage she yearned for could not be achieved by repeatedly compromising herself.
A good marriage is a two-way street, not one where one person endlessly and unconditionally tolerates the other.
She couldn’t find the right person in marriage.
She chose to let go.
No longer forcing it.
Her love for Rong Jingyang, her inability to let him go, was ultimately due to her childhood obsession with a perfect marriage.
Now that the obsession had faded, she could be at peace.
At least, Doudou and the baby in her belly were happier than she was as a child; they had a father.
She would love Doudou and the baby as much as her mother loved her, and let them grow up healthy.
“Why are you crying?” Angus watched Du Ruoxin trace the mural on the wall, tears streaming down her face. He tenderly wiped away her tears.
Du Ruoxin smiled through her tears, “Pregnant women tend to be sentimental.”
This time, she had truly let go.
Smiling as she walked past the mural, she thought that from now on, she would no longer need to spend the rest of her life healing the longing for an original family caused by the absence of her father’s role in her childhood.
She—
Understood her own happiness and understood that love should not be placed on an unsuitable man.
“Are there any new movies playing recently?”
“Is ‘Boonie Bears’ showing?”
She didn’t watch romance films, art films, or war films.
Too sad, too bloody, not good for prenatal education!
Movies that made you laugh the whole way through, with a lighthearted pace, were particularly suitable, hahahaha.
[Boonie Bears?]
[What movie?]
[Never heard of it!]
Angus put his arm around Du Ruoxin’s shoulder and walked into the screening room, “I’ll play it for you one after another.”
There was no one in the screening room.
Two days ago, Cristiano had given an order, and this super luxurious VIP couple’s screening room had not received any guests since.
The three of them found the most comfortable viewing seats in the middle and sat down.
Angus squatted in front of Du Ruoxin, his expression suddenly becoming solemn, “Xin’er, Big Brother has something to tell you.”
Du Ruoxin was startled by her second brother’s serious demeanor, “What?”
Weren’t they here to watch a movie? Why were they talking about Big Brother?
Angus pointed at the giant screen.
Du Ruoxin turned her head to look. On the huge screen, Cristiano’s haggard, handsome face appeared.