The two silently inquired with the servants of the Rong Family, and only then did they learn that the little boy was the child of Lin Xinlan and Rong Shaoze.
This... How is it possible...
It was too incredible, Lin Xinlan and Rong Shaoze actually had such a grown son!
It was also from the mouths of the servants that they heard some of the past events of Lin Xinlan and Rong Shaoze, and then they believed that he really was the son Lin Xinlan bore for Rong Shaoze.
Ever since Du Ruoxin had been kicked by Rong Shaoze that day, she returned home and had been sitting in a daze, not speaking, her spirit completely wilted.
Mrs. Du and Mr. Du had also learned about Rong Shaoze’s ruthless treatment of her.
They had been angry and sad, but what could they do?
Could they really go and reason with Rong Shaoze?
Rong Shaoze was someone they simply could not afford to provoke, so they could only swallow their pride and accept the humiliation.
Upon learning that Rong Shaoze had a son, the two of them were greatly unsettled.
All the way they cursed and resented, and in the end, they could only compromise and give up.
Lin Xinlan had already borne a son for Rong Shaoze; their Ruoxin had even less of a chance.
Forget it, let it be, as long as Rong Shaoze compensated them with a sum of money, they would not contend with Lin Xinlan.
Back at home, Mrs. Du told Du Ruoxin about this matter and, on this rare occasion, even advised her to give up on Rong Shaoze.
However, Du Ruoxin’s face remained ashen, silent.
After Mrs. Du consoled her for a while, she left, letting her take her time to come to terms with it.
But she had no idea what would happen next.
If she had known, even if it meant her death, she would not have told Du Ruoxin about Lin Xinlan bearing a son for Rong Shaoze.
After listening to his subordinate’s report, Rong Mingyan fell silent.
He hadn’t even noticed when Qiao Yiyang approached him.
"What’s wrong? You seem distracted," he asked in confusion.
Rong Mingyan collected his thoughts, leaned back on the sofa, and said indifferently, "Rong Guangguo is dead."
Qiao Yiyang sat down opposite him and slightly raised his eyebrows.
"Didn’t you hate him a lot? Isn’t it better that he’s dead?"
Rong Mingyan nodded, "I really hated him. Hated him for abandoning my grandmother, for marrying a woman with a venomous heart for the sake of benefits. Had he not married Xuanyuan Bing, my grandmother and parents wouldn’t have met such a tragic death."
Every time he thought of the moment they died, he seethed with hatred.
That fire destroyed everything he had, and it also ignited his rage.
Since that time, he swore he would annihilate all of Xuanyuan Bing’s descendants.
Rong Yaozong had been harmed by him and was dead; now, there were only Rong Shaoze and Rong Lincong left.
They, too, would eventually die at his hands.
After a pause, he added, "I had planned to kill everyone and then tell Rong Guangguo the truth, to infuriate him to death, to make him regret his past actions, to let him taste the bitter fruit of his own making. Unfortunately, he actually died!"
Rong Mingyan, enraged, punched the glass table, immediately fracturing it with a slight crack.
He was too unwilling.
How could that old man die so soon.
He had not had his revenge yet; how could he be dead!
Qiao Yiyang understood his fury; he said nothing.
He poured a glass of wine for each of them, picked up his glass, swirled it gently, and then drank it down in one gulp.
Rong Mingyan regained his composure and downed his wine as well.
"When are you planning to make your move? Are you just going to drag this out with them?" he asked Qiao Yiyang.
The man smiled faintly with a flash of cold light in his eyes.