Murong Rong stopped, and under the gaze of everyone, he bravely called out: "Mr. Rong."
"boarding."
"that……"
"What? Are you waiting for me to get off the car and invite you in person?"
"That's not necessary." Murong Rong smiled, and then walked over step by step under everyone's gaze.
As soon as the car door closed, Rong Jiuci's dangerous voice sounded: "Murong Rong, where did you want to go just now?"
"I didn't want to go anywhere. I just remembered that I left something in the office and wanted to pick it up again. But then I thought, it's not very important, so don't worry about it."
Rong Jiuci snorted coldly, too lazy to pay attention to this woman who was full of lies.
"Mr. Rong, can we discuss something?" Murong Rong pondered for a long time before speaking cautiously: "You don't have to work so hard to pick me up in the future. It would be more appropriate for you to send me your address directly, or for me to take the initiative to see you.
"
"What do you mean?" Rong Jiuci thought of Murong Rong's behavior as if he wanted to escape just now, and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: "You dislike me?"
"No, no, no." Murong Rong waved her hands desperately. She didn't dare to dislike Rong Jiuci even if she was crazy. Didn't she live enough?
Seeing Rong Jiuci still looking at her coldly, Murong Rong could only sigh and said: "I can't help it. Mr. Rong, you shine too brightly. If I get in your car in public,
This is too high-profile.”
The scene just now must have spread throughout the world in the shortest possible time. Thinking of the sight of other people coming to work tomorrow morning, Murong Rong felt his scalp numb.
Rong Jiuci sneered and said: "You know how to be high-profile now? Why didn't you think about it when you were thinking of marrying me? Murong Rong, please listen to me clearly. If you want to be my woman, you must get used to being in the spotlight, understand?"
Or are you regretting it now and your previous proposal doesn’t count?”
"No." Murong Rong immediately denied: "I have never thought about it that way."
Rong Jiuci looked at Murong Rong for a moment, and when she wanted to raise her hands to swear, she said: "Murong Rong, since I have chosen you, you are the best."
Such a simple word seemed to penetrate into her heart, making all her inferiority and cowardice no longer hidden.
"I..." Murong Rong wanted to say something, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.
Rong Jiuci didn't give her a chance to speak, and just said: "I have arranged for Uncle Chen to take care of An An. You accompany me to the Ye family for the banquet."
Ye family.
Murong Rong instantly thought of Ye Wanxin and Lin Lanxin, people she didn't want to face.
But she only flinched for a short second. Thinking of what Rong Jiuci just said, Murong Rong's expression suddenly became firm.
She looked at Rong Jiuci and asked, "Have you picked out the gift for Master Lin?"
Rong Jiuci's expression suddenly became much gentler: "Assistant Yang is ready. Next time, you will choose."
"Okay." Murong Rong responded without hesitation, patting his chest and promising, "I will definitely do a good job."
I will definitely do it well.
The words were still in his ears, but when he actually put them into practice, Murong Rong realized how difficult it was.
Stepping into this circle called upper class society, even if she followed Rong Jiuci, she could not escape the meaningful looks from others.
Whenever these eyes fell on her, Murong Rong became extremely nervous, and her clenched palms were filled with cold sweat. She could feel that her palms were full of sweat, and her heart felt like it was beating out of her chest.
She can no longer even laugh the most instinctive way.
Suddenly, her hand was held, and a man's deep voice sounded in her ears: "Don't be nervous, relax."
Murong Rong quickly apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."
"Why are you apologizing?" Rong Jiuci frowned slightly, with confusion.
"I...I didn't perform well." Murong Rong muttered.
Even without a mirror, she knew that she was as stiff as a piece of wood and must be extremely embarrassed.
"You standing by my side is already the best performance." Rong Jiuci said lightly: "Murong Rong, please remember clearly, you are my woman, you can laugh or not, there is no need to cater.
No one is worth catering to, do you understand?"
Murong Rong was stunned immediately. She looked at Rong Jiuci blankly, never expecting to hear such words from his mouth.
Suddenly, she thought of a past event.
That was the second year after she married Song Chuhe, and by that time she had already given birth to a child.
At that time, Mr. Song's body was still strong. At the old man's strong request, Song Chuhe also took her to the banquet.
At that time, she wanted to run her marriage well, and she was so energetic that she wanted to perform well, but she was too nervous. The more she wanted to perform well, the more she became like a stone, which attracted the discussion of other guests and made Song Chuhe
Get furious.
Song Chuhe publicly accused her of being from a small family and unable to stand on the stage.
He even kicked her out before the banquet was over, without any regard for her self-esteem or her face.
She would always remember that it was winter, and she walked pennilessly from the banquet hall to the Song family in a thin dress.
It was late at night by the time she got home.
Unsurprisingly, she fell ill, but what she received was still endless accusations, abuse and disgust.
"What are you thinking about again?"
Murong Rong came back to her senses and looked at Rong Jiuci in front of her. A smile couldn't help but appear on her lips. That smile was brighter than the sun and more gorgeous than spring flowers.
"I was thinking, how nice of you."
Rong Jiuci's expression softened visibly, but his handsome face was still tense and cold: "I'm used to flattering you."
"No. I mean every word I say. I can swear that."
Rong Jiuci said: "Whether it is true or not is not a vow, let alone a guarantee, but depends on actual actions."
Just as Murong Rong was about to speak, she saw Rong Jiuci's meaningful eyes. The absurdity of that night in the black Maybach car could not help but reappear in her mind, and her face instantly turned red.
She was extremely shy, but she still nodded vigorously: "I remember."
Rong Jiuci glanced at Murong Rong unexpectedly. Seeing the firmness and seriousness in her eyes, his expression suddenly became happy. He couldn't help but pinch her face and whispered: "I'll wait for your performance tonight."
This scene fell unreservedly in the eyes of Ye Wanxin who was standing in the corridor on the second floor.
She was holding red wine in her hand, with a decent smile on her lips, but the look in her eyes was cold.
Before she opened her mouth, Yan Mengting beside her started to feel indignant and said angrily: "This Murong Rong is so arrogant. He knows that this is a banquet of the Ye family, but he still dares to show up."
Ye Wanxin lowered her eyelids, covering the light under her eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Of course she dares. She is now the woman protected by Rong Jiuci, and she has a noble status."