CHAPTER 809: CHAPTER 437: _2

Rong Yanqiao pressed her lips together.

Jiang Yun said she was somewhat moved.

She had always longed for freedom, and at this moment, it was her best chance to leave.

"But where can I go?"

Rong Yanqiao’s eyes darkened. She had tried to leave before, but without exception, she was always brought back by Rong Qingze.

Jiang Yun looked at her and let out a heavy sigh, "The world is vast, and you can make your home anywhere. Moreover, things are not the same as before; now Rong Qingze doesn’t care about you at all."

After saying this, Rong Yanqiao’s face turned deathly pale.

Jiang Yun seemed to realize that he had said something wrong and suddenly stopped talking.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any harm."

He looked at Rong Yanqiao, somewhat at a loss.

Aside from initially feeling a sharp pain in her heart, Rong Yanqiao felt nothing afterward. She managed a smile, "It’s okay, I know you meant no harm."

Besides, what Jiang Yun said was also true.

"Then just send me to a city you think is nice."

Rong Yanqiao suggested.

She didn’t have a particular city in mind, so, to her, it didn’t matter where she went.

"How about going to the seaside then?"

Jiang Yun pondered for a moment, "Do you like the sea? Is a city by the sea okay?"

When it came to the sea, Rong Yanqiao’s expression turned distant. She recalled the time she went to the seaside with Rong Qingze.

It hadn’t been long, but she felt as if it were something from a past life.

So distant, so unreal.

They forgot about the photos they took at the seaside, forgot about many things, forgot the gaze they shared beneath the beach, forgot the embraces under the sunset, even forgot their love for each other.

The memory was so beautiful. Rong Yanqiao was deeply immersed in it, she was even unwilling to wake up, and just wanted to stay in that memory.

She didn’t know when it started, but everything changed.

Rong Yanqiao couldn’t help but think about the photos they took on the beach that day, and whether Rong Qingze’s gaze at her was actually directed at Wenming or herself.

If you asked her a day earlier, she could have confidently told herself that Rong Qingze was thinking of her, but not anymore.

Because everything seemed to point to a fact she had to admit.

Rong Qingze really seemed not to care about her anymore.

While she was lost in these thoughts, the phone suddenly rang.

Almost instinctively, a surge of indescribable excitement arose in Rong Yanqiao’s heart, as if expecting it to be a call from someone she knew. She turned her gaze to the phone screen.

Heaven finally heard her call—the name displayed on the phone screen was Rong Qingze.

At this moment, she didn’t even know how to describe her feelings.

Rong Yanqiao, filled with excitement and anticipation, picked up the phone, only to hear Rong Qingze’s voice on the other end, as cold as ever, "Have you played enough? Isn’t it time to come back?"

It was like a bucket of cold water poured over her head, and Rong Yanqiao felt her heart grow cold.

Rong Qingze’s tone wasn’t good, as if he were suppressing some anger, but Rong Yanqiao really couldn’t understand why he was upset.

Was it because she disobeyed and sneaked out?

But why should Rong Yanqiao obey?

Jiang Yun’s words inspired her; she was Rong Yanqiao, not some replacement for Wenming. Even if she relied on herself alone, she could live well.

"Second Uncle, I think there’s no need for this anymore."

Rong Yanqiao clenched the phone tightly, her knuckles turning white with the effort.

On the other end, Rong Qingze was already at his wits’ end.

He was already upset about discovering his tumor, and then he received the news of Rong Yanqiao’s disappearance.

No one knew whether Rong Yanqiao had been kidnapped or if something else had happened.

And Rong Qingze hadn’t received any calls either.

Rong Yanqiao left quietly, as if it were all voluntary.

There were no signs of struggle in the villa, and the missing servants were found. They murkily said that it was by Rong Qingze’s instruction that they were told to leave.

"What about Rong Yanqiao? Didn’t I tell you that you must never leave her side?"

The bodyguard scratched his head, as if trying to remember something, but after a long while, he found no answers.

"Second Master Rong, we really can’t remember anything."

One person spoke up, and the others all chimed in agreement.

They were inexplicably unable to remember anything, only that they seemed to have received a message from Rong Qingze, and after that, they remembered nothing.

They were all locked in a room in that villa, oblivious to what happened outside.