But she vaguely guessed that it might have something to do with Rong’s father.
"Why don’t you ask me what happened?" Rong Shaoze asked her with a light smile.
She glanced at him; although he was smiling, there was not a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Is the Madam alright?" she countered, instead of answering.
Rong Shaoze was slightly taken aback, the smile fading from his lips as he spoke indifferently, "Don’t worry, she won’t be harmed."
With him there, he would never allow his mother to be hurt; no one could harm her, including his father.
Lin Xinlan had long noticed that Rong Shaoze had a good relationship with his mother.
It was no wonder that his mood was bad, given his mother’s heartbreak and distress.
She said nothing more, and Rong Shaoze also fell silent.
Upon returning to the villa, he immediately had Mr. Gu pack their luggage— both his and Lin Xinlan’s.
"Why are we packing?" she asked curiously.
"I’m taking you somewhere to have fun for a couple of days," the man said with a slight smile.
Was it really just a simple trip for fun?
Lin Xinlan wanted to ask the reason, but decided against it in the end. If he didn’t want to tell her, asking would be futile.
Since he had decided to take her along, she had no choice but to go.
Once the luggage was packed and the flight tickets for the evening were booked, Lin Xinlan learned that he was taking her to Hainan when they got their boarding passes.
She couldn’t help but recall the time she lied to him about going to Hainan; time had flown, and it had been two months since then.
In that time, so many things had happened. She felt like she was dreaming, so unreal, yet they were etched deeply in her heart.
The plane arrived at the airport late at night, but someone was there to pick them up in a car and had also booked a hotel.
It must be said, having money certainly made things easier.
The hotel they stayed in was by the sea, and Rong Shaoze stood on the balcony wearing a white shirt, holding a glass of wine, gazing silently at the sea ahead.
Lin Xinlan came out of the bathroom and saw his silhouette, half-lost in the dim lighting.
In front of him was the quiet ocean, a crescent moon above his head— the entire scene resembled a black and white photo in a frame, exuding a sense of tranquility and eternity.
He turned his head and saw her, then waved her over, "Come here."
Lin Xinlan draped a coat over herself and walked over to him. He held her from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, and said softly, "You really didn’t come to Hainan that time, right?"
He spoke in an affirmative tone, not a question.
"Today, when you got off the plane, you didn’t even know which way to go. You definitely hadn’t been here before."
Lin Xinlan lowered her eyelashes slightly and replied faintly, "I didn’t come at that time."
"And you didn’t stay in B City."
"After all this time, you still won’t tell me where you went?" he asked gently, his voice carrying no sign of anger.
Lin Xinlan looked up at the sea, her answer as calm as his, "Since it’s in the past and a long time ago, what’s the point in asking?"
"I’ve been dwelling on this matter, and if I don’t clear it up, it will trouble me," he said in an equally calm tone.
It was rare for them to speak so peacefully with one another. Both were careful not to anger the other, hoping to maintain this atmosphere.
After some thought, Lin Xinlan spoke earnestly, "I can’t tell you where I went, as I have my own privacy. However, I can swear to you that I didn’t do anything to wrong you or anything bad. So, you don’t need to worry about it, nor should you press me further."