Chapter 5

Yu Moxun and Rong Ci had indeed rarely met in these years.

But even after just a few meetings, Yu Moxun could see that she was far from the high-spirited person she was back then.

Thinking of Rong Ci back then, he never dreamed that the word "inferiority" would one day appear on Rong Ci.

Yu Moxun didn't know much about Rong Ci and Feng Tingshen's married life.

But he knew a little bit.

He had a guess in his heart but didn't say it clearly, just said to her very seriously: "It doesn't matter if you fall behind for a while. Your ability and talent are not comparable to ordinary geniuses. Xiao Ci, as long as you still have the heart to walk this path, it's not too late to start over now."

"Don't forget, you are the student the teacher is most satisfied with in his teaching career."

Rong Ci listened and smiled: "If the teacher heard this, I'm afraid he would sneer and say he was forced to pick the best among the worst."

Thinking of the elegant yet sharp-tongued teacher in the past, Rong Ci's smile faded a little: "I just saw in the news that the teacher also came back to attend the celebration. Is he doing well?"

"Quite well, it's just that we students who always lose face for him appear in front of him from time to time, making him feel very annoyed."

Rong Ci laughed, and couldn't help but miss the days when she was pressed to write papers under her mentor every day back then.

Yu Moxun: "Come back, Xiao Ci."

Rong Ci tightened her hand holding the teacup, took a deep breath, and nodded: "Okay."

She had been researching artificial intelligence since she was a child.

She was truly passionate about this field.

She had already abandoned her ideals for six or seven years because she loved Feng Tingshen.

She had been away for six or seven years, and it might take a lot of time to catch up.

But she believed that as long as she worked hard, everything would still be in time.

Yu Moxun asked again: "About when will you come back?"

"The current work still needs people to take over, I'm afraid it will take some time."

"It's okay, there's no rush."

Since she could come back, what did waiting for a while matter?

The two chatted for a while longer, Yu Moxun looked at the time and said: "Someone introduced me to a genius in algorithms, it is said that the other party just returned to the country a few days ago, and we have an appointment to meet in a while. Since we happened to run into each other, why don't you go with me to meet the other party?"

Rong Ci shook her head: "I don't know the people under you either, next time."

"That's fine."

Just after Yu Moxun left, Rong Ci saw Feng Tingshen's sister, Feng Tinglin, walking toward her.

Rong Ci also saw her in the news.

But she didn't expect to run into her here by such a coincidence.

She greeted: "Sister Tinglin."

Feng Tinglin didn't respond, frowned, and looked at her: "Why are you here?"

"Today is T University's centenary celebration, I came back to take a look."

Rong Ci didn't say it, and Feng Tinglin had forgotten that she was also a T University graduate.

But besides the teachers and students in school, basically everyone who returned to school today was an honorary alumnus invited by the school.

What was she, Rong Ci, a nobody, coming here to join in the fun for?

Forget it.

As long as she didn't talk nonsense outside and lose face for their Feng family, she was too lazy to talk about her.

Thinking of this, Feng Tinglin stated her purpose directly: "Xiao Ming said he wanted to eat the food you cook, I'll have someone send him to your and Tingshen's place later."

Xiao Ming was Feng Tinglin's son, one or two years older than Feng Jingxin.

Feng Tinglin and her husband had a bad relationship, and Feng Tinglin rarely managed her children when she was busy with work in the past few years. Their child had become more and more rebellious in the past two years, and she wanted to manage him now but it was already very difficult to control him.

Learning that her son liked the food she cooked, Feng Tinglin had been sending him to her and Feng Tingshen's place whenever she had time in the past two years.

Except for the old lady, no one in the Feng family took her seriously.

Half-grown children were the most likely to imitate others.

Although Feng Tinglin's son liked the food she cooked, he looked down on her, his aunt, from the bottom of his heart, and when he came to her place, he almost treated her like a nanny, ordering her around.

Previously, because of Feng Tingshen, Rong Ci had done her best for Feng Tinglin's child and didn't take the child's disrespect to heart.

But now that she and Feng Tingshen were preparing to divorce, she didn't want to compromise for Feng Tingshen anymore.

Therefore, Rong Ci directly refused: "Sorry, Sister Tinglin, I don't have time tomorrow."

Since she was going to return to her professional field, she would put all her time into serious matters in the future.

Whether it was Feng Tingshen or Feng Tinglin, she would have nothing to do with them after the divorce.

She wouldn't waste her time on them again.

Feng Tinglin didn't expect Rong Ci to actually refuse her.

After all, in the past, Rong Ci had often lowered her status to please their Feng family for Feng Tingshen's sake.

However, Feng Tinglin didn't think much about it.

Rong Ci had never refused her before, and now that Rong Ci said she had something to do, she felt that Rong Ci must have something to do, otherwise how could Rong Ci be willing to let go of the opportunity to please her?

But she was still not very happy: "Tingshen and Miss Xin Xin are not by your side now, what important matters could you have?"

Rong Ci listened and couldn't help but smile bitterly in her heart.

Over the years, she had abandoned herself, and the focus of her life had fallen on Feng Tingshen and her daughter, always revolving around them.

Now that she received such an evaluation from Feng Tinglin, it was indeed not unjust.

But she wouldn't be like this in the future.

Thinking of this, Rong Ci was about to speak when, at this moment, several people happened to walk toward them.

"Miss Feng!"

They were clearly here to find Feng Tinglin.

Seeing Rong Ci, they looked her over and asked: "Miss Feng, who is this?"

Feng Tinglin didn't say that Rong Ci was her sister-in-law, just said coldly: "A friend."

"Oh, a friend..."

They and Feng Tinglin had all returned to T University to attend the celebration, and their status and status were not low.

Seeing Feng Tinglin run into an acquaintance, they thought it was some incredible figure.

Now seeing Feng Tinglin's attitude toward Rong Ci, except for someone who saw Rong Ci was beautiful and couldn't help but look at her snow-white and slender legs twice, the others didn't give her another look.

They surrounded Feng Tinglin and soon walked away.

Feng Tinglin refused to admit her sister-in-law's identity; if it were in the past, Rong Ci might have felt sad and heartbroken.

But now Rong Ci didn't care anymore.

After Feng Tinglin left, she also picked up her bag and turned to leave.

That night, past ten o'clock, the plane Feng Tingshen and Feng Jingxin took arrived at the airport on time.

By the time they arrived home, it was already approaching midnight.

Feng Jingxin fell asleep before she even got home.

Feng Tingshen carried Feng Jingxin upstairs, and when passing the master bedroom, he found the door open, but it was pitch black inside.

After carrying Feng Jingxin back to her room and returning to the master bedroom, Feng Tingshen turned on the dim light in the room, and his gaze glanced at the bed; it was empty.

Rong Ci was not there.

At this time, the butler happened to help him carry his luggage upstairs. Feng Tingshen loosened his tie and asked: "Where is she?"

The butler hurriedly said: "Madam went on a business trip."

Half a month ago, he happened to be away when Rong Ci packed her things and went out.

He heard from other servants in the villa that Rong Ci went out carrying luggage, so she should have gone on a business trip.

It was strange to say, Rong Ci rarely went on business trips before, and even if she did, she usually only went for two or three days.

This time it had been half a month and she hadn't returned yet.

Feng Tingshen said "Mm" and didn't ask any more questions.