Rong Shaoze’s gaze was indifferent. She had said so much, yet he felt nothing.
His thin lips parted slightly as he said with a faint smile, "The biggest difference between Xinlan and you is that her faith is not in me, not in anyone else, but in herself."
Du Ruoxin’s face turned pale in an instant, her pupils dilating.
Being intelligent, she naturally understood what he meant.
Lin Xinlan would not depend on others, nor would she lose herself for someone else.
She was someone who lived very independently, with her own opinions, always having goals and motivation in life.
The difference between them was indeed vast as heaven and earth.
Compared to her, Lin Xinlan’s image seemed even more imposing.
Just like an oak tree.
She was another oak tree beside Rong Shaoze, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
While she, she was just a dodder flower that could only survive by clinging on to Rong Shaoze...
Du Ruoxin’s eyes were blurry with tears, crying, she choked out:
"Even if I am a dodder flower, I have accepted my fate. Shaoze, you can stand by her side, you can grow old with her. But, can you save a dodder flower, have pity on a dodder flower? She can only survive by clinging to you; if you don’t want her, she will die!"
"Shaoze!" Du Ruoxin threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly, begging humbly.
"I’m not asking for anything anymore, I won’t compete with her anymore. As long as you remember me and occasionally come to see me, to give me a bit of tenderness, I’ll be satisfied. I won’t tell her, and I won’t let her know about my existence, I just want to be the harbor you can rest in when you’re weary. I will wait by your side for my entire life, silently accompanying you, blessing you."
"Shaoze, I’m truly not asking for much, just give me a little chance, a little thought, okay?"
Du Ruoxin stood on tiptoes, tears flowing, pitifully trying to kiss his lips.
The man suddenly grasped her chin firmly, stopping her action.
"Shaoze, would you let me be your woman? I belong to you. No one else knows about us except for you and me. I only want to be, humbly, pitifully, a dodder flower coiling around you."
Her words were captivating, which would move any man that heard them, make them feel for her.
A pink confidante who only has you in her heart, beautiful and gentle—who could refuse?
A man of Rong Shaoze’s status would certainly need a pink confidante.
Du Ruoxin thought that he wouldn’t refuse her because she didn’t intend to destroy his relationship with Lin Xinlan.
However, when she looked up, she met the man’s cold eyes, devoid of any warmth, and her heart fell into a bottomless abyss, shattered, dead.
His eyes were cold and sharp, like a sword that wounded invisibly.
"Pretty words?" Rong Shaoze sneered coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.
He suddenly let go of her, and Du Ruoxin’s naked body fell clumsily to the ground.
He straightened his suit with disgust, not even wanting to exchange another word with her.
"Du Ruoxin, today I saw you in a new light. You, you really make me feel sick!"
Her self-degradation had completely destroyed her image in his heart.
He had actually agreed to engage himself to such a woman; he was truly blind!
Rong Shaoze turned and left, his silhouette resolute and unforgiving.
Du Ruoxin’s frail body trembled violently; she screamed at his retreating figure:
"Rong Shaoze, you stop right there!"