She hadn’t prepared herself for how to face her.
She could face anything, yet she couldn’t dare to face Du Ruoxin.
After all, it was her who had injured her, and now she had also stolen the man of her dreams, no matter what, she felt deeply sorry and indebted to her.
Meeting her so blatantly, she must have thought she was showing off, flaunting her victory perhaps.
Rong Shaoze nodded, "It’s better if you don’t go, I will go and make things clear to her. Don’t overthink things at home, trust that I can handle this matter."
"Do you think I am so petty? Go ahead, I won’t overthink," Lin Xinlan said with a smile.
Only when the man saw she truly didn’t mind at all, did he leave reassured.
Du Ruoxin sat in the living room, looking around at everything that felt so familiar yet so foreign.
The decor in here had barely changed, but was she still the mistress of this villa?
"Miss Du, please have some tea," the butler said politely as he made her a cup of tea.
Du Ruoxin’s expression faltered, and she said despondently, "Butler Gu, you used to call me... the Young Madam..."
Back when she and Rong Shaoze were engaged, the servants at the Rong Family had started calling her the Young Madam.
Now, they called her Miss Du.
Listening to that, she felt it ironic and hurtful...
Butler Gu sighed, "Miss Du, when you were the young master’s fiancée, we called you the Young Madam. But now, the young master has a wife, and there is only one Young Madam in the Rong Family... don’t overthink it; your health has just recovered, and you shouldn’t burden yourself with such distressing thoughts."
"Butler Gu, tell me, does Shaoze like that woman?"
She looked up at him with hopeful eyes, waiting for his answer.
Butler Gu found the question hard to answer, and said lightly, "We, as servants, shouldn’t casually discuss our master’s matters."
After saying so, she turned and left to attend to her tasks.
Du Ruoxin held the teacup, her heart brimming with pain and bitterness.
No matter Rong Shaoze’s attitude towards Lin Xinlan, just the fact that he had married another woman was enough to strike her harshly and hurt her deeply.
She thought she was different in Shaoze’s eyes.
His bride could only be her.
But what happened? When she was about to become his bride, his bride became someone else.
And that person was the very culprit who had injured her.
This world was too unfair—why could the one who had hurt her marry Shaoze, while she had spent months unconscious in the hospital, losing all her happiness?
Du Ruoxin lowered her gaze and a tear slipped down, falling into the teacup, causing a small ripple.
At that moment, Rong Shaoze strode in. Upon hearing his footsteps, she hurriedly turned to look.
The man’s tall figure stood at the doorway, the sunlight from outside casting a faint golden glow all over him.
His features, chiseled and handsome.
A pair of eyes black and shiny like jade, seemingly affectionate yet detached, deep and bright, more beautiful than the brightest stars in the night sky.
He saw her and walked towards her.
Each step was graceful and languid, with a certain carefree elegance.
Every step felt like he was walking in her heart, making her own heartbeat follow his rhythm.
Du Ruoxin watched him entranced, mesmerized and intoxicated.
This was the man she loved, always so dazzling, making everything else fade in his presence, even the sunlight itself seemed dim.