"You..." Murong Rong was a little dissatisfied, but seeing Rong Jiuci's eagerness to give it a try, he could only hold it back.
Huo Yanshen took all this in his eyes and felt that he didn't see it. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have imagined that his ninth brother could have such a tender and affectionate look.
Suddenly, Huo Yanshen felt that she understood Ye Wanxin very well. She had guarded Ye Wanxin for so many years, but Ninth Brother's heart was occupied by someone else. She could not give up.
Rong Jiuci didn't care what Huo Yanshen thought, and fed Murong Rong according to the rhythm just like before.
The servants and housekeepers waiting in the restaurant: "..."
Mrs. Rong, who originally lost her temper and refused to come to dinner, but finally succumbed to hunger: "..."
Even the expression on Rong's father's face was hard to describe.
As the people who knew Rong Jiuci best, they could never imagine that he would feed a woman with his own hands, and yet be so gentle.
Their son/eldest son was possessed by a spirit, right?
Murong Rong did not expect that the Rong family's parents would suddenly arrive. She immediately stood up and said hello.
Although she would not be afraid of them even if they were in a high position, they were Chen Chen's grandparents after all. If she was too rude, it would be even more difficult for her to see Chen Chen in the future.
Rong Jiuci was also a little surprised when he saw his parents. Although the Rong family has strict rules, dinners are basically held in the separate buildings where each of them lives. Therefore, it is not against the rules to not wait for his parents to have dinner together.
Rong Jiuci knew why they were here now, but he did not show it. Instead, he ordered the butler to prepare new dishes and chopsticks, cook a few more dishes, and give up the seat of the chief.
After these changes, Murong Rong also breathed a sigh of relief. It was great not to have to be fed by Rong Jiuci.
However, when the new food was served, Rong Jiuci picked up the dishes as before: "Eat."
Murong Rong was even more resistant than before, especially Mrs. Rong's eyes, as if she were looking at a beauty who was causing disaster to the country and the people.
"Rong Jiuci..."
Just when Murong wanted Rong Jiuci to pay attention to the occasion, he heard Mrs. Rong slap the table and said sarcastically: "This girl from a poor background is really bad. She doesn't understand the rules in public."
Murong Rong refused, but instead took the initiative to open his mouth and even smiled at Rong Jiuci: "Thank you, the food you feed is delicious."
Mrs. Rong almost ran out of breath and fainted. She couldn't help but have an attack, but her husband stopped her.
Rong's father frowned and said displeasedly: "Okay, I can't live without a meal. If you don't want to eat, go back and rest!"
Mrs. Rong was so angry that her liver ached, but she still didn't leave. She looked at her son with eyes full of anger.
If Rong Jiuci wasn't used to it, how could this Murong Rong dare to be so arrogant in front of her!
Rong Jiuci acted as if he didn't see anything and concentrated on feeding Murong Rong.
"That's enough, I'm really full." Murong Rong refused to open her mouth any more.
In fact, this was the most she had eaten recently. Ever since An An stopped coming back, her appetite had become particularly poor. She ate so many meals so hard that her stomach felt uncomfortable.
Rong Jiuci frowned, a little dissatisfied with Murong Rong's appetite, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he took a tissue and gently wiped away the vegetable juice on her lips. Then, he started to eat by himself.
He didn't even change the chopsticks, just used the ones Murong Rong used just now.
Murong Rong opened her mouth. She originally wanted to say something, but she felt too embarrassed and just pretended that she didn't know what to do.
Mrs. Rong couldn't eat any more, put down her bowls and chopsticks, and left the restaurant quickly.
Father Rong was not in a hurry. After he was full, he put down his chopsticks. He looked at Murong Rong. Compared with Mrs. Rong's disgust, his attitude was calm and he said softly: "Miss Mu, thank you for your hard work today."
"You're too kind."
Father Rong nodded, stood up and left.
As soon as he walked outside, Mrs. Rong couldn't help but get angry: "What's going on with you? You are still so kind to her now. Isn't this an opportunity for her to kick her nose in the face?"
Rong's father was particularly helpless: "Have you forgotten that Chen Chen is not well yet."
Mrs. Rong looked blank for a moment, then snorted coldly and said: "So what? I don't believe that that woman dares to be careless about Chen Chen! I just can't stand the way she seduces Jiu Ci with her face. Just look at it.
What has become of Jiu Ci now!"
Rong's father was very helpless towards his wife. He wanted to know who his son was. Others did not know, but they knew best that his son could not be easily seduced by his appearance.
Otherwise, how could the Rong family be as peaceful as it is now?
But Rong's father didn't say anything else after all. It was obvious that his wife had a deep hatred for Murong Rong. The more he said, the worse he would do, so he could only persuade her to go back and rest.
He had just returned from abroad, and because Chen Chen had been working hard for so many days, he was already very tired.
In the restaurant.
After Rong Jiuci put down his chopsticks, the dinner officially ended, and then he went to the flower hall to review the documents Huo Yanshen brought, or to issue some orders on certain matters.
The group's affairs will not stop just because Chen Chen falls ill.
Murong Rong did not leave, but sat aside and was distracted. After the two people finished handling the official business, he asked: "I want to know who instigated the kidnapper to kidnap An An?"
It was so strange that An An was kidnapped. She didn't believe it was just a coincidence.
Rong Jiuci was not surprised that Murong Rong would suddenly ask. In fact, he had already guessed it when he saw Murong Rong at the Rong Group this morning.
Rong Jiuci said: "Shadow captured Brother Hu yesterday and is currently interrogating him. I will tell you when the results of the interrogation come out."
Murong Rong was silent for a moment, raised his eyelids and looked at Rong Jiuci, and said, "Are you really going to tell me who the murderer is behind the scenes?"
Rong Jiuci raised his eyebrows a little: "Are you doubting me?"
His voice was calm, but with a hint of displeasure.
Murong Rong did not answer, but said: "I want to take a look."
Rong Jiuci did not agree: "The interrogation is not a place you should go to."
Murong Rong did not give up: "I am very persistent."
There was determination in her plain voice, as if she was saying silently that even if Rong Jiuci refused to agree, she would definitely go.
Rong Jiuci understood what Murong Rong meant, his handsome face darkened slightly, and he emphasized his tone: "Rong Rong, you have to be obedient."
Murong Rong did not flinch: "I'm sorry, I can't agree."
"Murong Rong!"
"Rong Jiuci!" Murong Rong interrupted him before he could speak: "I have to know who caused the separation between An An and my daughter. Rong Jiuci, I must give an explanation to An An and myself."
Murong Rong's voice was very soft, but his attitude was very firm, with a hint of desperation.
Rong Jiuci couldn't help but frown. Just as he was about to say something else, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.
Soon a maid appeared in the flower hall, and she said eagerly: "Miss Mu, the young master is awake, and he can't find you losing your temper."