Was there no lecture content, and he was just making it up?
Rong Cheng's face darkened.
He couldn't help Cristiano anymore; if he continued, he'd eventually be sent to prison by his boss.
His boss hated betrayal the most, hated being stabbed in the back by those close to him.
He—
This was a path to self-destruction with no return!
Rong Cheng was filled with despair.
Staring at the message from Cristiano, he couldn't snap out of it for a long time. After a while, he replied with great reluctance: "Am I going?"
Cristiano: "I'll find a way to make him leave, but you can tell Du Ruoxin that Rong Jingyang will go."
Rong Cheng: "Okay."
He quickly deleted the chat history, his eyelids twitching even more.
What exactly was Cristiano up to? What was he plotting? Why did he have a particularly bad premonition?
Also, Cristiano was being so vague about this matter, how was he supposed to persuade her?
Would he be exposed?
Was it all down to luck? Or his intelligence?
Rong Cheng really wanted to punch Cristiano twice.
Alas!
After quickly finishing the project, he called Rong Jingyang. "Boss, I've reviewed the acquisition of the chip company, and it's feasible."
Rong Jingyang's deep voice said, "Hospital."
Rong Cheng: "Yes."
Carrying the materials from his inspection trip, he drove to a private hospital.
Rong Jingyang was undergoing rehabilitation therapy. With the help of equipment, he could stand and walk without crutches.
His physical condition was recovering faster than expected.
He had originally been pushing the timeline for treatment. To soften Du Ruoxin's heart and have her return to him without hesitation, he had used a "ploy of self-inflicted injury."
Now, that was no longer necessary.
Rong Jingyang only wanted to recover as quickly as possible.
"Good, very good," the doctor praised, looking at Rong Jingyang's gait. "Mr. Rong, I'll remove the brace from your right leg now. Try walking."
Rong Jingyang: "Okay."
After the doctor removed the brace, he moved slowly.
The bones inside had already healed and returned to normal levels, but the nerves were pulling, causing pain.
Rong Jingyang hissed, stumbling and almost falling. Fortunately, he moved quickly and grabbed the railing beside him.
"No problem, this is all normal," the doctor advised.
Rong Jingyang endured the piercing pain, slowly let go of the railing, and took a step, then another.
When Rong Cheng entered, he saw his boss undergoing rehabilitation training with great difficulty.
Feeling sympathetic, he frowned and looked at Lin Xuanyao, who stood nearby like a statue. He asked, "Where is Madam? Why isn't she with Boss?"
Lin Xuanyao shook his head, turned sideways, and whispered, "They argued."
Rong Cheng's pupils dilated in shock. "Ah? Why?"
So, Cristiano wanted to take advantage of the situation to sow discord between Boss and Madam?
But—
A year ago, Madam hadn't successfully divorced Boss under those circumstances. Could she do it a year later?
Rong Cheng thought the possibility was slim.
Lin Xuanyao lowered his voice, "It's a long story."
How could he possibly relay the minor marital disputes between his boss and his boss's wife to others?
Perhaps they would sleep it off and be fine the next morning.
If he spread rumors here, he would be caught in the middle.
Rong Cheng: "..."
Tens of minutes later, Rong Jingyang finished his rehabilitation therapy. Rong Cheng stepped forward and had just called out "Boss" when Lin Xuanyao received a call and handed the phone to Rong Jingyang. "Boss, Miss Ai."
Rong Jingyang took the phone, his voice hoarse. "What is it?"
Ai Wei said coquettishly, "A Jing, I want to eat the steamed beef with rice flour and glutinous rice ribs from near the school. Can you go buy them for me?"