Chapter 25: Ripples

The next day, the sun rose.

Cen Xia still gets up early.

She happened to meet Rong Heng in the courtyard of the villa, and her heart moved.

If she could use it properly, maybe Rong Heng could help her.

"Secretary Rong ... "

As soon as Chi Jinyan went out, he saw Cen Xia standing next to Rong Heng.

The early sun shone on her pale cheeks. She turned slightly to the side, and the soft light made her high nose bridge look a little transparent.

The elegant red lips opened and closed gently with the words, and the black eyes as bright as stars were looking at the man in front of her.

She was talking to Rong Heng with a chuckle.

He stood there staring at Cen Xia in front of him. He had never looked at this woman carefully before. He seemed to admire her, but he felt that the harmony of the picture was dazzling.

"Cen Xia."

The low voice blew towards Cen Xia with displeasure.

Hearing Chi Jinyan calling her, Cen Xia turned her head and saw a gloomy face.

"Morning, Master Chi." The soft voice was full of obedience.

I don’t know what I did to offend him, but he became unhappy early in the morning.

Rong Heng saw him and greeted him respectfully, but Chi Jinyan ignored him.

He noticed that the young master seemed jealous, so he wisely wanted to leave their sight.

"Rong Heng, come to the study."

Chi Jinyan glanced at Cen Xia and turned to go to the study, with Rong Heng following closely behind.

The study was dark. Although it was daytime, the heavy curtains kept the light out.

Chi Jinyan sat upright in the chair behind the desk.

He had no intention of turning on the light, and Rong Heng didn't dare to speak.

The house was filled with a long, lingering silence.

He glanced at the window. The depressing atmosphere made him feel helpless, so he walked forward and wanted to open the curtains.

"Rong Heng, don't you know what Cen Xia's identity is?"

A cold voice slowly entered his ears, and Rong Heng paused, "Master, Miss Cen is your wife, and also your enemy."

Hearing the words "enemy", Chi Jinyan exuded an unhappy atmosphere.

Although he couldn't see clearly, Rong Heng knew that he was angry.

This feeling of oppression made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he unconsciously reached out and pulled open the curtains.

A beam of light shone into the room.

At the same time, Chi Jinyan's voice sounded,

"Rong Heng, check what happened back then for me."

It couldn't be wrong that he personally interrogated the criminal.

Now he just wanted to confirm Cen Xia’s guilt once again and let the growing ripples of emotion towards her in his heart disappear.

Rong Heng was slightly stunned, wondering why Chi Jinyan wanted to investigate this matter.

However, he did not tell Chi Jinyan what Cen Xia said.

He wanted to believe Cen Xia through the filter of admiration, but he didn't want the two of them to resolve the misunderstanding.

There's nothing wrong with this, actually.

He hoped that the status quo could continue and the young master would no longer torture Miss Cen.

The two of them are neither far nor close, so those misunderstandings will remain forever.

Chi Jinyan keenly noticed that Rong Heng seemed to be hiding something.

"Rong Heng, how many years have you been with me?"

"More than twenty years." Rong Heng answered carefully.

"So, you can't hide anything from me. Remember ... check it out as soon as possible."

The warning was enough, and without waiting for his reply, Chi Jinyan stood up and left.

Rong Heng looked at the chair shaking slightly, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and followed it.

Chi Jinyan walked out of the house. He felt an unknown fire in his heart and didn't even glance at Cen Xia who was standing there.

"Rong Heng, give her what I told you to get."

Cen Xia looked at him in confusion.

Rong Heng responded and ran to the car to take out a gift box.

"Put it on. I'll wait for you here."

Chi Jinyan looked at the time and still didn't even glance at her.

Rong Heng gave Cen Xia a look.

She then remembered that Chi Jinyan had mentioned a welcome party.

He picked up the box and ran into the house.

When I opened the box, I saw a custom-made black halter-neck tassel backless dress made of soft and high-quality fabric.

Just enough to cover the two scars on my chest ...

Chi Jinyan waited outside the house for a while, looked at his watch and then looked inside the house.

"Rong Heng, please stay. I'll be waiting for you at the venue."

Women are too troublesome, and his time is precious. He also missed the opportunity to be the first to see Cen Xia.

Rong Heng nodded, "Yes, Master."

The moment Cen Xia came out.

Rong Heng could only hear his own heart beating uncontrollably with joy.

"Secretary Rong?"

Cen Xia felt very uncomfortable being stared at.

No one would respect her in a nightclub, and this man's eyes didn't show any desire.

Although she has experienced a lot, she is still a virgin after all, so she can't help feeling shy.

Rong Heng came to his senses and lowered his head in shame.

"Secretary Rong, let's go."

Rong Heng was stunned by that faint smile.

Cen Xia walked up to him and pulled it gently.

Only by gaining this person's admiration can you have a chance to escape.

The fantasy was pulled back, and Rong Heng knew that he could never pick such a beautiful rose.

He shook his head to get rid of those empty dreams, then opened the car door for her.

He thought that he had to protect her even if he couldn't do anything.

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The welcome party was held at Chi Jinyan's company.

This is the first time that Cen Xia has appeared in such an occasion in three years.

She arrived early and only the staff were busy, and Chi Jinyan was nowhere to be seen.

Rong Heng took her to the lounge upstairs in the banquet hall.

Before leaving, he left his phone to her and said, "The young master said there are a lot of people here today, in case you get lost."

Cen Xia knew that this was a surveillance of her, and it made no difference whether she took it or not.

But she still took it.

Watching the person walk out, she turned on her cell phone, but without internet she couldn't find the information she wanted.

In the address book, a familiar number lies quietly.

She looked around and saw a landline phone on the tea table.

She didn’t dare to contact them before, but now she can only rely on her parents if she wants to escape from the cage.

But she was afraid of implicating her parents.

I hesitated but still wanted to hear my parents' voices.

Cen Xia walked over excitedly.

He tremblingly dialed a phone number.

The beeping sound was heard.

It seemed like a thousand years of waiting.

The familiar voice of my mother came from the other side. "Hello"

She was so excited that she couldn't speak, and her vision was suddenly blurred by tears.

"Hello? Who is this? Why aren't you talking?"

Another voice sounded, "Who is it?"

She hung up in a panic, covering her mouth and crying.

That's the voice of mom and dad.

It’s been three years, and she can hardly remember it anymore.

After a long pause, he reached out his hand and dialed the number again with trembling hands.

The call was quickly picked up, and this time it was my father who spoke, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

Cen Xia sobbed softly, and the sound in her ears stopped.

Then an old male voice came, "Is that Xia Xia?"

She clearly heard her mother's voice again, "Xia Xia, is that you? Are you okay?"

"It's me, Mom." A sobbing voice came from the other side.

"Stop crying, Xia Xia didn't call to hear you cry."

"Xia Xia, what happened? You haven't called me in these years. I'm sure you've suffered a lot. It's because your father is incompetent and unable to protect you."

"No, Dad, I'm sorry. I was immature. I'm fine. I just couldn't explain it clearly at the moment. Please forgive me and Mom for being immature."

Cen Xia choked up and dared not reveal her predicament.

"What nonsense are you talking about, silly kid? Don't worry, you'll be able to go home soon. Don't worry, your brother ... "

Before Cen Xia could listen carefully to what her father said, she was interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

She covered the receiver tightly, hid it behind her, and looked at the door nervously.