Grandmother Feng was somewhat helpless.
She felt that Rong Ci was simply not assertive enough, being too compliant and indulgent toward Feng Tingshen.
She had (in vain) missed many opportunities, which was why there had been no progress between them after so many years.But since Rong Ci had spoken so definitively, she didn’t force the issue.
Dinner officially began.
Everyone chatted and ate, and the atmosphere was quite pleasant.
Rong Ci rarely spoke, quietly keeping her head down to eat.
It had been over ten minutes since Feng Tingshen walked in, yet the husband and wife hadn’t exchanged a single word.
There had been absolutely no interaction between them the entire time.
This was the norm in their marriage.
Everyone was actually used to it and didn’t notice anything unusual.
When Feng Jingxin wanted to eat something, Rong Ci used to be the one taking care of her.
Now, she was accustomed to asking Feng Tingshen to help serve her.
However, when she wanted to eat prawns, she looked toward Rong Ci.
Because in the past, whenever they ate prawns, Rong Ci would always proactively peel the shells for both her and Feng Tingshen.
“Mom, I want to eat prawns.”
Rong Ci wanted a divorce and had no intention of fighting Feng Tingshen for Feng Jingxin’s custody.
Even so, Feng Jingxin was ultimately her daughter.
She had the obligation and responsibility to treat her well and fulfill her needs as much as possible.
So, when Feng Jingxin wanted her to peel prawns for her, Rong Ci agreed softly, “Okay.”
She put down her chopsticks and started peeling the prawns.
Grandmother Feng looked at her hands and suddenly paused.
“Xiao Ci, where is your ring?”
As soon as she spoke, everyone—including Feng Tingshen—looked at Rong Ci’s hand.
During their marriage, despite the icy coldness between them, Rong Ci had always worn the wedding ring Grandmother Feng had prepared for them.
In contrast, Feng Tingshen had never worn his.
No one knew where he had thrown his wedding ring.
Over the years, Rong Ci had worn the ring wherever she went, unable to bear taking it off.
Everyone was used to it.
Feng Tinglin had mocked her for it countless times over the years.
She wasn’t wearing her wedding ring today.
At first, no one noticed, since no one would intentionally stare at her hands for no reason.So, if Grandmother Feng hadn’t pointed it out, the others really wouldn’t have noticed.
Rong Ci’s peeling motion paused almost imperceptibly.
Then, with a calm expression, she said, “I was in a rush to leave this morning and left it at home.”
In truth, she had taken off the ring when she was preparing the divorce agreement.
She had put it in the envelope along with the divorce papers.
However, she and Feng Tingshen hadn’t officially divorced yet, and she knew Grandmother Feng would definitely not agree to their divorce.
If she brought up the matter now, they probably wouldn’t be able to get a divorce anytime soon.
Hearing this, the old lady smiled.
“Oh, I see.”
After that, everyone resumed eating as usual.
After dinner, everyone moved to the living room to eat fruit and desserts while chatting.
Grandmother Feng had always wanted to matchmake Rong Ci and Feng Tingshen.
She had Rong Ci sit next to Feng Tingshen again.
Feng Tingshen still didn’t even spare Rong Ci a glance.
Rong Ci didn’t want to sit over there, but it wasn’t polite to keep refusing Grandmother Feng, so she sat down next to Feng Tingshen.
This was the first time in months they had sat so close to each other.
Rong Ci could clearly smell the familiar, faint scent of his masculine cologne.
But her heart was completely still now.
She only took small bites of the fruit pudding in front of her, with no intention of striking up a conversation with Feng Tingshen.
Grandmother Feng, however, was very satisfied.
Looking at them, she smiled and said, “They are truly a perfect match.”
One was handsome and striking, the other quiet, gentle, and exceptionally beautiful.
Just looking at their appearances, they really were a perfect match.
But that was only where their compatibility ended.
In terms of other conditions, Rong Ci still fell far short.However, seeing Grandmother Feng so happy, Feng Tinglin and Sang Qian, though disapproving, didn’t ruin her mood to her face.
That night, they stayed overnight at the old estate as Grandmother Feng had wished.
Around eight o’clock, Feng Tingshen and Grandmother Feng went to the study to discuss business.
Feng Jingxin held Rong Ci’s hand and said she wanted to take a bath and go to bed.
Rong Ci took her upstairs to bathe.
Sitting in the small bathtub, Feng Jingxin looked at Rong Ci and asked tentatively, “Mom, are you…
busy tomorrow morning?”
Although she could make a concession and let her mom take her to school tomorrow morning, she still secretly hoped it would be Auntie Wuwu.
So, she wished her mom would be busy tomorrow morning.
Rong Ci shook her head.
“Not busy.
Why?”
Hearing this, Feng Jingxin pursed her lips in disappointment and said, “Never mind.”
Since she didn’t say, Rong Ci didn’t ask.
After Feng Jingxin finished her bath, Rong Ci gently blew her hair dry.
As soon as her hair was dry, Feng Jingxin said she wanted to sleep.
Seeing her staring at her phone, Rong Ci knew she still wanted to play with it.
She said, “You can look at it for a bit before sleeping, but don’t look at it for too long, okay?”
“Got it.”
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Feng Jingxin was afraid Auntie Wuwu would be sad and disappointed, so she kept pondering how best to tell her.
She was already feeling annoyed, and hearing Rong Ci nag so much made her even more impatient.
She pushed Rong Ci toward the door.
“Mom, you can go now.
I’ll turn off my phone and go to sleep after nine-thirty.”
Feng Jingxin was indeed quite self-disciplined in this regard.
Hearing this, Rong Ci said goodnight to her and left the room.
Feng Jingxin immediately closed the door and locked it.
Rong Ci had just taken a step when she heard the sound of the lock clicking.
Naturally, she heard it.
Rong Ci didn’t think she was guarding against anyone else.
She was guarding against her.
The reason she was guarding against her was probably because she wanted to discuss something with Lin Wu.
And that was indeed the case.
As soon as Feng Jingxin locked the door, she ran back, opened her phone, found Lin Wu’s WeChat, and sent her a message: [Auntie Wuwu…]
What they chatted about, Rong Ci had no way of knowing.
She didn’t dwell on it, nor did she want to.
She turned around and went back to her room.
Grandmother Feng liked her and would often ask her back for dinner.
Over the years, she had left quite a few daily necessities here.
She found a set of pajamas and went into the bathroom to take a bath.
After her bath, she sat down on her usual side of the bed.
Seeing that it was still early, she picked up the book she had previously put in her bag and read quietly.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before her eyes started to ache.
She closed the book and checked the time, only to realize it was already eleven-thirty.
But Feng Tingshen still hadn’t returned.
Actually, even if Feng Tingshen had initially thought she had schemed to marry him, by the third year of their marriage, although they weren’t very close, the dynamic between them had improved compared to before.
But unfortunately, not long after, Lin Wu appeared.
He fell in love with Lin Wu and began to keep his distance from her once again.
From then on, he had barely touched her.
So, she didn’t know whether he wasn’t coming back to the room at all tonight because he didn’t want to, or if he was just busy with something.
As she thought about these things, Rong Ci unconsciously left the bedroom and went downstairs.
At that moment, a voice came from not far away.
“Everyone is asleep.
It’s so late and you still haven’t gone back to your room.
Is it because Rong Ci is here that you don’t want to go back?”