Chapter 68: Sent in the Name of Husband and Wife

Like the previous property deed, since the items were placed on her dressing table, they were meant for her.

Rong Ci, puzzled, opened one of the round brocade boxes.

The moment she opened it and saw what was inside, she froze.

This… was the set of emerald jewelry she’d wanted to bid on at the auction just days ago!

The other was a heavy, rectangular box.

Could it be…

Putting down the round brocade box, Rong Ci opened the other one—inside, indeed, was a scroll.

She picked up the scroll, placed it on the round table in the room, and slowly unrolled it.

A vivid, luminous embroidery piece appeared before her eyes.

Looking at the two items she’d wanted just days ago, now both were in her hands.

Rong Ci fell silent for a long while.

She thought—if she wasn’t mistaken—these two items had been bought by Feng Tingshen as birthday gifts for her grandmother.

One was sent in the name of Grandma Feng.

The other was sent in the name of her and him as husband and wife…

“Mom, I’m done eating. Can we go out now?”

At that moment, Feng Jingxin ran upstairs to find her.

Seeing the two open brocade boxes, she leaned over to look, then said: “Oh, these are all the things Dad brought back a few days ago—he said they’re for you, Mom.”

Rong Ci softly murmured “Mm,” slowly rolled up the scroll, and put it back into the brocade box.

After placing the brocade boxes away, Rong Ci left with Feng Jingxin.

Feng Jingxin wanted to try shooting, so Rong Ci took her to the shooting range, then accompanied her on the roller coaster.

After spending the whole afternoon with Feng Jingxin, the rest was her own time.

Feng Jingxin was still in high spirits and wanted to keep playing.

In the past, Rong Ci would never have dampened her spirits—she always prioritized her, putting her own matters last.

But now, Rong Ci said coolly: “Mom has other things to do. If you want to keep playing, should the bodyguard stay with you?”

Feng Jingxin didn’t want the bodyguard to accompany her.

She pouted, hugging Rong Ci and whining: “Mom…”

This trick had always worked before—Rong Ci could never resist her pleading.

She assumed Rong Ci would surely give in, but Rong Ci gently pushed her away and said: “Mom really has something to do. We’ll play again next time.”

Seeing Rong Ci’s firm expression and furrowed brow, even her whining failed, so Feng Jingxin assumed Rong Ci’s matter was urgent and finally gave in: “Alright then…”

After instructing the bodyguard to take good care of Feng Jingxin, Rong Ci got in the car, opened navigation, and drove to a distant antique market she’d never visited before.

After browsing for a long time, she finally spotted a set of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone made from extraordinarily rare materials and craftsmanship.

Rong Ci fell in love with it at once and bought it for over ten million.

Although this set of writing tools cost only over ten million—far less than the embroidery and emerald jewelry she’d previously admired—

knowing her grandmother as she did, Rong Ci believed this set of writing tools would suit the old lady’s tastes better than the embroidery or the jewelry.

Gently tracing the unique texture of the paper and the exquisitely carved brush handle made of precious ancient wood, Rong Ci could already picture the old lady’s delighted expression upon receiving the gift.

Yes, this set of writing tools was the birthday gift she had chosen for the old lady in her own name.

As for those things Feng Tingshen bought—

She was just thinking this when Chu Zilian called.

“Zilian?”

“Sorry, Xiao Ci, I have to travel out of province tomorrow—I can’t accompany you to buy your grandmother’s birthday gift.”

“It’s fine, I’ve already bought it.”

She’d never been to this antique shop before—she’d only come here hoping for luck, planning to continue shopping elsewhere with Chu Zilian tomorrow if she found nothing suitable.

I didn’t expect to actually find something I really liked.

Chu Zilian exclaimed in delight: “Really? That’s wonderful!”

Rong Ci smiled: “Mm.”

Then Chu Zilian suddenly added: “By the way, Xiao Ci, you told me a few days ago you met the Lin family—I’ve inquired for you these past two days. The Lins really do intend to settle in Ducheng; apparently they’ve been house-hunting these past few days.”

Hearing about the Lin family, Rong Ci’s smile faded: “Alright, I know.”

“As for Lin Wu’s maternal side, I heard they’ve already found a house and will move in soon—apparently they’ve already been sending out invitations and arranging the housewarming banquet.”

“Alright, I know.”

After hanging up, Rong Ci drove back into the city.

Next week is the old lady’s birthday; on Sunday, Rong Ci took Feng Jingxin back to the Rong household to discuss banquet arrangements with Rong Changsheng and his wife.

Feng Tingshen didn’t return on Sunday, so Rong Ci stayed at the villa.

Feng Tingshen returned only on Tuesday.

For the next few days, she wouldn’t come here again.

Earlier, when Feng Tingshen placed the gift boxes on her dressing table, she’d thought they were meant for her.

After seeing what was inside, she realized he’d intended for her to deliver the gifts to her grandmother on the day of her birthday.

So when she left, she took the two brocade boxes with her.

After dropping Feng Jingxin off at school, Rong Ci returned to the company.

Changmo was launching three or four new projects; the coming week made Rong Ci and Yu Moxun even busier.

Feng Tingshen must have returned on schedule, because for the next two or three days, Feng Jingxin didn’t call her.

On Wednesday evening, Rong Ci and Yu Moxun dined with a client outside.

As they reached the private room and were about to enter, they saw Feng Tingshen, Lin Wu, Lin Lihai, and Lin’s grandmother.

This time, Lin’s grandmother and Lin Wu’s mother, Sun Yueqing, had both come to Ducheng; Feng Tingshen, as the prospective grandson-in-law and son-in-law, certainly needed to show his respect.

Didn’t he just return from a business trip yesterday, and didn’t he specifically make time today to have dinner with them?

He still cared deeply about Lin Wu’s affairs.

Last time, Lin’s grandmother and the others hadn’t noticed her.

This time, they and Lin Lihai all saw her.

They paused, as if wanting to say something—but perhaps because Feng Tingshen was there, they said nothing.

As for Lin Wu and Feng Tingshen, their positioning meant they didn’t see her.

Rong Ci expressionlessly withdrew her gaze and walked away.

Lin’s grandmother and the others saw her leave but didn’t follow.

More than an hour later, after dinner, as Rong Ci and Yu Moxun stepped out of the restaurant, they saw Lin Wu’s group again.

They were in the parking lot, preparing to leave.

But Feng Tingshen wasn’t there—he must have already left.

Before Rong Ci and Yu Moxun could react, their client, Director Fan, walked over warmly: “Miss Lin, Director Lin.”