"Su Xiaomeng, the Yin Family and the Rong Family... how about a strong alliance through marriage?"

"..."

Marriage?

Su Xiaomeng’s bright black eyes spun around,

"Young Master Rong, I’ve thought this over for a week, but which girl from the Yin Family caught Young Master Rong’s eye?"

Rong Jing looked steadily at Su Xiaomeng, as if enchanted, finding her knowingly sly expression exceptionally cute.

Rong Jing had never had feelings for anyone before, and now he realized that once you have feelings for someone, you tend to focus more and more on them.

A plain appearance would seem like a fairy descending, even the pimples on her face seemed unique...

Everything about this person just seemed perfectly put together.

Rong Jing smiled slightly, pointing at Su Xiaomeng, then at himself.

Su Xiaomeng looked at him calmly, and although she had already guessed this possibility, getting Rong Jing’s confirmation really made her feel...

"Young Master Rong, aren’t you being a bit indiscriminate? I’m a widow."

"I don’t discriminate against widows."

"But I discriminate against you..." Su Xiaomeng looked steadily at Rong Jing, deliberately stretching the word "you" and continued with a smile,

"Your flashy clothes."

Su Xiaomeng swept her gaze over his attire.

"If you don’t like them, I’ll change. If you agree to marry me, you can decide what I wear in the future, how about that?"

Rong Jing still had an expression of confidence and self-satisfaction.

His eyes, full of charm, reflected his certainty.

Su Xiaomeng looked at Rong Jing... 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

This... should be the second man to directly propose marriage to her.

His tone was frivolous, as if testing her, yet with a hint of expectation...

Perhaps, in this man’s eyes, marriage was just a means to gain benefits.

Those rumors outside, the topics surrounding her, how could she not know?

A young, wealthy, not bad-looking... little widow.

Whoever marries her would essentially own the entire Yin Group.

Everyone was convinced a man like that would appear because she... is really too young.

How many women in this world can withstand the torment of prolonged loneliness?

Su Xiaomeng knew all this, she saw it, she heard it.

She was not aloof, not particularly chaste, she just didn’t let these words, these topics, matter to her.

Because these people are not her...

She felt genuine pity for those who spoke such things and confidently believed this little widow would not endure loneliness and throw herself into another man’s arms.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is that humans have thoughts, isn’t it?

Thoughts control behavior, not just driven by instinct?

Enduring loneliness, not enduring loneliness... they didn’t, like her, have, loved deeply, someone like Yin Shixiu.

If they had met, if they had had, loved deeply, they would know that if this person were gone, even if the whole world celebrated with you, you’d still stand aloof, indifferent to everyone.

Time is long, though she has not yet walked through life’s decades, Su Xiaomeng has already seen the end.

She firmly believed, she knew, if Yin Shixiu had not died, she would spend the remaining half of her life searching for him, if he had died, she would spend her time remembering him.

This heart, the size of a fist, would never house another person.

Someone like Rong Jing would not know love, nor had he ever loved, so he didn’t understand...

Didn’t understand that interests are dead, people are alive.

If someone does something against their will for a benefit, it is putting the cart before the horse.

The flowers in hand were beautiful, colorful... red roses, blue roses, pink roses, and white ones...

Very fragrant.

Flowers always make people think of beautiful things...

Women love flowers; she is no exception.

"Young Master Rong, thank you for the flowers, and thank you for telling me about the auction, let’s consider all this as atonement for the series of things Young Master Rong did to me and the Yin Group in the past. I accept it all."

"I sincerely want to give Young Master Rong a piece of advice, really, if I don’t say it, I’ll burst."

Rong Jing’s smile froze for a moment, paused, then said,

"Go ahead."

"Please, Young Master Rong, look in the mirror before you go out to meet people."

"..."

"What makes you think... you are worthy of me?"

After asking, Su Xiaomeng couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a charming and confident curve lifting her lips.

She took a deep breath,

"Young Master Rong, take care on your way out."

With that, she turned and walked out, pausing at the door, her right hand holding the bouquet extending to the side, loosening her grip, the bouquet landing steadily in the trash can.

She then pushed the door open and walked out.

Rong Jing stood where he was, looking at this incredibly arrogant woman...

Yes, arrogant!

Rong Jing’s thoughts were extremely complex at this moment.

In the Rong Family, in the entire business world, as Young Master Rong of the Rong Family and a shareholder of the Rong Group, no one dared not to give way.

Yet, in this short life, almost all setbacks and humiliations came from Yin Shixiu.

Now that Yin Shixiu is finally gone, his wife has become a woman strikingly similar to him!

Time and again... causing him endless humiliation.

Su Xiaomeng... she dared to be so arrogant in front of him!

Who on earth gave her this confidence! Who on earth gave her the capital! It hasn’t been long, does she really think she’s securely seated as the president of the Yin Group?!

Does she really think...

Rong Jing’s eyes narrowed abruptly, his gaze fell on the bouquet in the trash can.

Who... gave her this confidence?

Is Su Xiaomeng’s change really normal... a twenty-three-year-old who was recently just a student at the University of Bath, and now can stand at the pinnacle of the business scene.

What supports her...?

—Arthur, the kids and I are waiting for you to come home.

Her graceful handwriting vividly appeared before his eyes.

If Yin Shixiu had not died, would this be Su Xiaomeng’s strongest backing and support?

If Yin Shixiu really had not died...

Rong Jing clenched his fist, with no evidence at all, just based on Su Xiaomeng’s note, he actually had such an.... unrealistic thought.

Shi Shengde is dead, how could Yin Shixiu be alive?

The whole yacht exploded, a person could be blown to bits, leaving only an arm, how could they be alive?

But...

If Yin Shixiu really died, where does Su Xiaomeng get such strong confidence?

If Yin Shixiu really died, why would Su Xiaomeng struggle to support herself so much... yes, she is desperately supporting herself.

In a completely unfamiliar and bewildering field, she had to learn everything from the basics, she is desperately trying to hold onto the leader position.

Su Xiaomeng no longer appears to be an innocent girl, but a shrewd, thorough, and insightful woman.

Her actions... all her actions...

At this moment, in Rong Jing’s view, it seemed to be condensed into one word—waiting.

Rong Jing remained composed, as he refrained from easily dismissing this seemingly far-fetched assumption.

Not only does he not avoid it, but he also seeks to verify it.

If Yin Shixiu is not dead...

Rong Jing, more than anyone else, knows that when this person reappears, it would be when the Rong Group falls into crisis.

When this person reappears, the sky over Beijing would take on a different form.

Take on a different... unimaginable... form.

Even if it is just a hypothetical, a slight fear seeps into Rong Jing’s heart, a feeling not at all pleasant.

More unpleasant than confronting Yin Shixiu alive, facing direct competition.

A person the world believes is dead, actually alive, lurking in some insignificant corner, watching the grand scheme unfold.

You’re in the open, they are in the shadows, how could that feel good?

"Mr. Rong!"

"..."

Rong Jing straightened up, startled, facing Chen Lan at the doorway, who looked rather impatient.

Chen Lan found it curious; when had Rong Jing ever shown such... a ghost-seeing expression?