As expected, just as Jing Rong said, Qiao Qiao and the others still had to leave.
When the two came back from the garden, Jingyan's expression did not change much, but Qiaoqiao looked particularly depressed, keeping his head down and not talking much.
"Can I talk to you?"
Before leaving, Qiao Qiao called Dong Ci out, and the two went to the garden.
Dong Ci and she walked side by side on the gravel path in the garden. Qiao Qiao looked at the surrounding scenery seriously and said lightly. "Xiao Ci, has Ah Rong told you about his time in the United States?"
Dong Ci thought for a while and shook his head. "Said, but not much."
He rarely mentioned his life in the United States, but every time he mentioned it to her, it was when he was extremely depressed.
"Ever since Ah Rong was born, his father has sent him to live with his grandfather. He has been smart, sensible and independent since he was a child, but he is too lonely, and I often can't be with him, so his character It’s getting more and more wanton.”
"I have always blamed myself for not teaching him well, and I have always been worried that his character will hurt the people I like. But luckily he met you."
Qiaoqiao sighed and held her hand. "I have never regretted sending Arong back to China, even though he has been alone since then. Because compared to the dark life in the United States, I would rather leave him alone here and let him be free and at ease."
It was precisely because Jing Rong told her about Qiao Qiao a few days ago that Dong Ci could understand how helpless she felt when she said this.
Dong Ci seemed to know why Qiao Qiao called her out alone. She looked at Qiao Qiao and said seriously. "I love him very much and will always be with him."
"With your words, I feel relieved. When I first rushed back to China, I was always worried that you were forced by him."
Dong Ci smiled, neither denying nor admitting. But when she first got married, she was indeed forced by him.
"Apart from your matters, Ah Rong rarely mentions his other matters to me. If I hadn't heard the video call between him and Jingyan that day, I would have been kept in the dark by them."
A sad look flashed across Qiaoqiao's face, she lowered her head and said dullly. "I was too stupid. I thought I could protect A Rong by sending him back to China. But I forgot that Jing Yan is much smarter than me. I may not be able to know the things he wants to hide from me even if I try my best."
"Has Xiaoci ever thought about having a baby with Ah Rong?"
Qiao Qiao changed the topic so quickly that Dong Ci couldn't react in time. She looked at Qiao Qiao blankly, her tongue a little tied. "Not yet. Not yet."
Her relationship with Jing Rong has just stabilized. Now she is focused on her career and has never thought about having children.
"I hope that you and Ah Rong can live a happy life in the future, at least it must be better than mine."
As if she had already thought about their future life, Qiao Qiao's smile widened and she suddenly gave Dong Ci a hug.
"I'm not a good mother and can't give Ah Rong the warmth he wants, so I can only ask you to take the love I have for him and love him well."
"I promise you, I will watch Jingyan carefully and stop him from provoking Ah Rong with things about the United States."
"If possible, I hope that when your child is born, he can completely escape the darkness of the Jing family."
This was the second hug Qiaoqiao gave her.
The first time she apologized on behalf of Jingrong with full guilt, and the second time she made a promise to Dong Ci and her future child.
A warm current flashed through Dong Ci's heart, and she felt like crying inexplicably.
She hugged Qiaoqiao back and whispered. "I also hope you can live a happy life." The conversation between the two did not look like a conversation between an elder and a younger generation, but like a pair of friends who have been together for the past year.
"I live a very happy life." Qiaoqiao smiled and looked sideways at the villa behind him.
In the villa, Jingyan was squatting down and stroking the little wolf on the ground. His head was slightly hung, and his long eyelashes were warm and yellow in the sunlight, making him look harmless and soft.
As if feeling her gaze, Jingyan turned his head slightly and looked over, his eyes accurately locked on Qiao Qiao. He looked at her with a smile, his dark eyes filled with ripples, as if someone could drown in them.
"You still have the nerve to smile..."
There was such a low complaint in his ears that Dong Ci almost thought he was hallucinating.
She turned to look at Qiao Qiao in surprise, and found that her pale face was stained with a trace of blush, but her expression was very bad, and her lips were slightly pouting, looking unhappy.
Seeing Dong Ci staring at her, Qiao Qiao smiled sheepishly. "We're leaving soon. I'll go in and pack my luggage first."
"Qiao Qiao—" Dong Ci looked at her back and blurted out this title.
After seeing Qiaoqiao looking at her in surprise, she realized what she had just shouted, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face. But seeing that Qiaoqiao didn't mean to blame her, he said bravely. "When you come next time, I will take you to visit all the interesting places in the imperial capital."
Qiaoqiao smiled and nodded and said. "good."
In fact, she didn't tell Dong Ci that she had lived in the Imperial Capital for many years when she was young.
…
Qiao Qiao and Jing Yan left, and Qiao Qiao's eyes were particularly red when they left.
She looked at Jing Rong hesitantly for a long time, but in the end she didn't say anything. She just knelt down and patted the little wolf on the head and murmured. "Little Wolf, you have to be good and be so happy every day."
Anyone could tell that these words were addressed to Jing Rong.
Dong Ci pinched Jing Rong in private and signaled him to say something. Jing Rong's eyes flashed slightly, and in the end he could only pretend to be nonchalant and call her. "mom-"
"Ah Rong—"
Before Jing Rong could say anything, Qiao Qiao rushed over and hugged him. She cried miserably while holding him, not acting like a mother at all.
"Okay, don't cry." In fact, every time Jing Rong goes to see Qiao Qiao, she always looks like this. Every time he said he wanted to leave, her eyes would turn red as if she was about to cry at any moment.
Therefore, Jingyan particularly dislikes letting him go back.
"Jojo."
Jingyan's gentle face finally opened a crack. He gently coaxed her from the side for a long time without seeing her let go, so he glanced at Jingrong with a cold gaze, but Dong Ci was startled.
"Mom, if you don't let go, dad will beat me!"
Jing Rong helplessly stroked her back, but looked at Jing Yan provocatively. Seeing Qiao Qiao finally let go, Jing Rong smiled evilly, suddenly pulled her over and... kissed her on the face.
Jingyan: "...".
…
After Qiao Qiao and the others left, Dong Ci's life returned to peace. As soon as she recovered from her illness, she returned to the studio and focused on her career, but she also achieved some achievements.
Winter is finally over and spring is blooming. As the summer vacation for students approaches, an IP ancient drama is broadcast on the Internet. However, it is not only the characters in the drama that are popular, but also various ancient styles.
The chief designer of this drama is Dong Ci. She lost nearly ten pounds for the character modeling of this drama. Her originally small face was even more angular, and the clothes she wore last year now make her look fatter.
Over time, the invitations continued, and Dong Ci's reputation improved a lot. She, who originally rarely attended high-class banquets, followed Jing Rong there several times.
"My wife is really getting more and more powerful now." Jing Rong leaned lazily on the office chair and played with the invitation letter in his hand carelessly. His tone was flat, and it was hard to tell whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm.
This banquet not only invited Jing Rong, but also sent a separate invitation letter to Dong Ci. Jing Rong stared at the invitation for a long time, feeling a little depressed.
"What's so great? I want more than that."
Dong Ci took the invitation and glanced at it, then picked up his phone and kept scrolling, as if he was looking for something. "There are many famous designers attending this banquet. It just so happens that I can take the opportunity to expand my circle and make plans for the future."
"after?"
Jing Rong smiled half-heartedly, grabbed her waist and pulled her directly into his arms. "I can't give you what you want 'in the future', why do you have to work so hard?"
He looked at the sharp little face of the girl in his arms, and felt that with her slender body, he could strangle her with just one force. "I worked so hard to make you fat, is this how you repay me?'
His little wife is no longer the prickly, cold and sensitive little girl she once was. Today, she is confident and decisive, shining brightly in the crowd. Jing Rong felt that she was getting harder and harder to control, which made him feel very insecure.
I really want to put her...
There was a dark mist in Jing Rong's eyes. He tightened his arms around the waist of the person in his arms, pursed his lips and said nothing, trying to suppress the dark thoughts in his heart.
"Ah Rong, what's wrong with you?"
Dong Ci spoke to him for a long time without getting any reply. When she turned around, she found that he was hugging her in a daze. She tugged on his sleeve in confusion, calling him back to his senses.
"Xiao Ci, can we stop working?" Jing Rong asked her tentatively.
He didn't like having her exposed too much in the crowd, and he didn't like her being distracted by other things every day. During this period of time, Jing Rong felt that Dong Ci had less and less time for him.
He is a very selfish person and selfishly wants to hide Dong Ci from anyone.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why Jingyan insisted on taking him away from Qiao Qiao. The feeling of being forced and being shared with others is really not a good feeling.
"not good."
Dong Ci didn't want to guess what Jing Rong was thinking, but that didn't mean she couldn't guess it. She turned pale and tried to make her emotions look normal as she said. "I still have a lot to do."
"Is there anything you have that I can't solve for you?"
"Jingrong, you are not omnipotent."
At this point, the smile on Dong Ci's face had completely disappeared. She got up from Jing Rong and said lightly. "I will solve my own affairs and pursue my dreams by myself. These have nothing to do with you. I hope you won't interfere with me."
She knew what Jing Rong was thinking, and that was why she felt scared. She didn't want to make the same mistakes again, and she wasn't willing to be mediocre next to him all her life, just being a canary fed only by him.
At this point, the atmosphere had broken down.
"It has nothing to do with me?" Jing Rong felt pain all over her body at her words, and asked her coldly, "Your whole being is mine, what is wrong with you that has nothing to do with me?"
"I have a lot of things that have nothing to do with you. I don't have to worry about your affairs, so can you also give me some private space? I'm not yours, I'm my own!"
Dong Ci knew that she rarely took care of him during this period of time when she was busy. She even didn't go home for more than a week in order to follow the group. It's not that she doesn't care about him, she just hopes to finish the things she owes as soon as possible while she still has the energy.
She was so eager because she had a small plan in mind. She hoped that when everything settled, she would devote all her best love to Jing Rong.
But she hasn't told Jing Rong yet.
"Dong Ci." Jingrong was really angry with her.
The smile on his thin lips was cold, and he said coldly. "You can try it. I don't care about you."
“…”
The two of them hadn't had such an argument for a long time. It had been so long that Dong Ci had almost forgotten how Jing Rong looked when he was angry.
Looking at his cold face, Dong Ci felt her eyes were sore and unbearable. She stubbornly turned her head to one side, not looking at him. "How do you want to control me?"
"Sabotaging my work? Not letting me participate in activities? Or are you forcing me to stay at home and not be able to go anywhere?"
Jing Rong's expression froze, but his eyes were frozen with ice, and a storm raged in his heart. "Since you said so, then of course I can do what you want!"
If it were Jing Rong before, he could indeed keep his word. He had many ways to torture Dong Ci to make her obey, but now he would never do that.
He finally chased her back, he would only love her well, how could he dare to force her in this way again. She was sad, and Jing Rong himself didn't feel better either.
But he didn't expect that the angry words he said casually would make Dong Ci so angry.
"You bastard!"
Dong Ci was so angry at him that she picked up a stack of documents on the table and threw them at him without thinking.
She opened the office door and saw that the man was still sitting behind his desk looking at her unmoved. She couldn't help but yelled and said, "Jing Rong, if you dare to do that, I will I’ll divorce you!”
“…”
Today, half of Jing's employees saw Mr. Jing's wife running out of the company in tears. Rumors spread, and many employees spread the news that the two of them were about to divorce.
"Do you know? Mr. Jing's wife has a very bad temper. She has been quarreling with our Mr. Jing all day long. Today Mr. Jing couldn't stand it and said something to her, and she actually yelled at the boss."
"Let me tell you, I watched her run out today, and our boss didn't even move. He probably no longer loves her and wants to divorce her!"
"That's right, we usually see them being very affectionate, but maybe they are just pretending to show it to us. How can a wealthy family like them have any love in their hearts?"
While these employees were whispering among themselves, Wang Qing was tremblingly squatting on the floor in Jing Rong's office to sort out the scattered documents.
There was a slight sound, Wang Qing's hand shook, and he glanced cautiously in Jing Rong's direction. When he saw him standing up from the chair, he didn't dare to take a breath for fear that he would harm innocent people.
There was a faint sigh, and Wang Qing was stunned for a moment. She boldly looked at the boss standing by the window, and found that he was looking out the window downstairs without blinking. Not only was there no anger on his face, but there was also a hint of helplessness.
Wang Qing was a little confused, thinking that he must be dazzled.
“…”
Jing Rong watched his little wife get into the car and leave. He pursed his thin lips slightly and pressed his twitching forehead, feeling extremely depressed.
I am really spoiled by him...
He just said a few words to her, but she turned cold towards him and stabbed him with words.
Jing Rong touched the nose that was hurt by her blow and snorted coldly.
She actually dared to hit him with something, and when he returned from the meeting later, he insisted on making her cry and beg him to forgive her!