She must be getting senile, to not understand what her own son is like.
Once he’s set his mind on Lin Xinlan, it wouldn’t matter if she tried to stop him, or even if the Heavenly King himself tried, he wouldn’t give them the time of day, nor would he compromise one bit.
If she angered him, he had his ways of dealing with it.
Just like earlier, he had planned to take Lin Xinlan and Xiaocong and leave this home.
Now that she was a lonely old woman, if they all left, what would be the point of her living alone?
Forget it, she wouldn’t meddle in their affairs anymore.
Whatever path lay ahead, she would let nature take its course and let them figure it out for themselves.
The two returned to the bedroom, and Lin Xinlan scolded Rong Shaoze a bit, simply for being too harsh on Rong’s mother.
The man listened with a smile and nodded in a seemingly enlightened manner, "Wife is right, from now on, whatever wife says, I’ll listen, is that okay?"
Lin Xinlan couldn’t be bothered to bicker with him, and when Rong Shaoze saw she was ignoring him, he forcefully pulled her into a passionate kiss, and only when her attention was entirely on him did he feel satisfied enough to stop.
After staying at home for a bit, Rong Shaoze still went to the company.
Lin Xinlan watched the car drive away, and suddenly her smile vanished, her eyes filling with sadness.
She had prepared everything, and she would leave the city tonight, leaving the people she loved...
Right at the end of the workday, Rong Shaoze received a call from Lin Xinlan.
She had booked a room at the top floor of a five-star hotel.
This was a presidential suite, it had everything, and it even featured a large living room with a small round table in the center, covered with a pristine lace tablecloth and set with exquisite steak, red wine, and fresh flowers.
Guided by a waiter, Rong Shaoze arrived at the room’s door.
Seeing the room number, he was taken aback, wondering what Lin Xinlan was up to.
Walking into the room and seeing her busying herself at the table, he approached with a smile and asked, "Isn’t this my private room?"
Lin Xinlan, setting down the knife and fork in the plate, hummed, "Yes, it is. This is the room where you hurt me all those years ago. So, revisiting the scene, do you feel even a tinge of guilt?"
Rong Shaoze cursed inwardly.
The mistake from that night five years ago, indeed, was the biggest stain of his life.
He hugged her apologetically and smiled dotingly at her, "Wife, I know I was wrong. You must believe I’ve truly repented. To prove my sincerity, tonight in this room, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, how about that?"
Let her do whatever she wants to him?
Lin Xinlan shivered in disgust; she wasn’t as perverted as he was.
"Come on, sit down and let’s have dinner." She pulled him to sit down and opened the wine bottle, pouring some red wine for both of them.
Rong Shaoze asked with confusion, "This room is mine, how did you get in?"
Logically, if someone wanted to enter his private room, the hotel manager should have informed him.
Lin Xinlan sat down opposite him and smiled, "I told them that I am your wife and today is our five-year anniversary. I wanted to use this room to give you a surprise."
Rong Shaoze raised an eyebrow slightly, "You said that, and they believed you?"
"Of course, they didn’t believe me at first, but I have the credit card you gave me, and I even called your secretary to confirm I am indeed your wife. Then they believed me."
Rong Shaoze narrowed his eyes and smiled, "You even won over my secretary."