Rong Yanqiao smiled and agreed.
But this smile sounded particularly jarring in Huo Yanshu’s ears.
How could she possibly smile after something ?
"Yanshu, let’s talk next time."
Rong Yanqiao looked at the time and vaguely heard some noise outside the door, quickly hanging up the phone.
Huo Yanshu actually had a lot more to say.
But seeing Rong Yanqiao, it was clear she wanted the conversation to end quickly.
So he had no excuse to make her stay.
After hanging up, Huo Yanshu stared blankly at his phone for a long time.
He might really be starting to like Rong Yanqiao a bit.
The door opened, and Rong Qingze walked in holding a glass of water.
His face showed no expression. Rong Yanqiao instinctively hid her phone behind her back.
She wasn’t sure if Rong Qingze had heard her conversation with Huo Yanshu from outside the room.
Actually, Huo Yanshu was her fiancé, and more than that, he was someone Rong Qingze had personally sent to her.
There was no reason for Rong Yanqiao to avoid Rong Qingze at all.
Yet, for some reason, she still did.
"Who were you talking to just now, smiling so happily."
Rong Qingze placed the water on the table and glanced at her indifferently.
With just one glance, Rong Yanqiao couldn’t help but step back, her movement causing the phone beside her to fall to the ground.
With a "thud" sound, it was especially harsh in the quiet room.
Rong Qingze squatted down and picked up the phone from the floor, looking at the screen that hadn’t exited, and spoke softly.
His eyes were fixed on Rong Yanqiao, though there was no expression on his face, Rong Yanqiao felt an overwhelming sense of anger from him.
Looking at Rong Qingze, Rong Yanqiao suddenly felt a rebellious emotion rise within her, "Yes, he cares for me."
"Uncle, my fiancé cares for me, is there a problem with that?"
Rong Qingze looked at her with a heavy gaze.
Just as Rong Yanqiao couldn’t stand his gaze and wanted to leave, Rong Qingze suddenly smiled.
"Rong Yanqiao, do you really have to be sharp-tongued?"
Rong Yanqiao averted her gaze to the side.
"Uncle, I’m just stating the facts."
Rong Qingze laughed coldly, "Just stating the facts? Then tell me, what exactly are you stating?"
Rong Yanqiao didn’t want to look at him, "Isn’t it right for a fiancé to care about me?"
Rong Qingze extended his hand, exerting a little force to turn her face back, forcing Rong Yanqiao to look at him, "Do you know how much the Rong Family has sacrificed for you, yet here you are flirting with him."
These words were a bit excessive.
Rong Yanqiao’s face turned pale.
Rong Qingze regretted his words the moment he said them.
He understood that this situation wasn’t Rong Yanqiao’s fault, she was a victim too.
The reason he kept her here was to ensure she wouldn’t be hurt by the outside world.
After all, society has always valued a woman’s reputation highly.
There’s no turning back once an arrow is shot, and it was too late to take back his words.
Besides, Rong Qingze wasn’t one to take them back.
Rong Yanqiao had been smiling so happily earlier, but as soon as he came in, her smile vanished.
He was the one always running around investigating the truth for her, but her eyes were filled only with Huo Yanshu.
How could he not feel disheartened?
"Uncle, if I don’t talk to him, how can I capture his heart, how can I save this engagement."
Rong Yanqiao spoke with a smile, but it was exceedingly bitter, "Should I hang up his call and then act desperate?"
Rong Qingze frowned, about to say something.
Rong Yanqiao interrupted him, "If I did that, wouldn’t you all despise me?"
She looked steadily at Rong Qingze, with not a bit of retreat in her eyes.
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Rong Qingze said nothing.
He was somewhat annoyed.
He had come in hoping to comfort Rong Yanqiao, to tell her not to overthink.
But how did things end up .
Rong Yanqiao suddenly felt very tired.
"Uncle, now matter what I do, you’ll think I’m wrong, because deep down, you don’t like me."
"I’m tired, can you let me be alone for a while?"
Rong Qingze watched her, feeling a surge of anger.
Why is it whenever they talk, she looks so troubled and sad?
But Rong Yanqiao suddenly closed her eyes.
Perhaps it was the lack of sleep these past few days, the dark circles under her eyes were particularly prominent against her fair skin.
When she closed her eyes, all the sharp edges were retracted, and at this moment, she even seemed a bit pitiful.