Chapter 93: She

Madame Feng also noticed that Rong Ci was no longer as proactive toward Feng Tingshen as before.

Speaking of this, she couldn’t help sighing, glancing at Feng Tingshen, and said, “It’s all his fault!”

The girl was so persistent for so long, yet he never responded—wouldn’t any girl grow cold and withdraw?

Upon hearing this, Feng Tingshen merely smiled faintly and said nothing.

Rong Ci now preferred silence whenever possible.

Hearing this, she simply picked up her chopsticks and ate in silence, with no intention to speak.

Before dinner ended, Feng Tingshen received a phone call.

He glanced at the screen, stood up, and left to answer it.

But he returned soon after.

After finishing dinner, he told Madame Feng, “I have other matters—I’m leaving now.”

Feng Jingxin was sharp; she likely guessed the call had come from Lin Wu.

She also wanted to visit the hospital, so she said, “Dad, I’m coming with you.”

Feng Tingshen: “Alright.”

Madame Feng said, “Take Xiao Ci along too—it’s Saturday tomorrow; a little outing would do you all good.”

Rong Ci finally spoke: “Grandma, I have to meet a friend later.”

Madame Feng: “...Alright.”

Feng Jingxin had worried Rong Ci might follow them, but now she felt relieved.

As they got into the car to leave, she said to Rong Ci, “Bye, Mom.”

Rong Ci: “Alright, goodbye.”

The car door shut, and Feng Tingshen’s vehicle drove off quickly.

Rong Ci immediately drove away as well.

Once they were beyond the old estate’s grounds, she drove while calling Yu Moxun; after he answered, she stated her purpose outright: “I’m divorcing Feng Tingshen. He just gave me a divorce agreement, offering me some assets—I want a lawyer to check for legal loopholes.”

Yu Moxun was having dinner with someone.

Hearing this, he was overjoyed and said, “I’ll get you a reliable lawyer right away!”

Rong Ci smiled: “Alright.”

After hanging up, Rong Ci drove home.

Meanwhile.

In the hospital.

Feng Jingxin and Feng Tingshen were still talking with Lin Wu in the ward.

Qi Yuming had stepped out into the corridor to make a call.

He told He Zhangbai: “Tingshen is planning to divorce Rong Ci.”

He Zhangbai was currently out of town.

Upon hearing this, he froze in place: “What?” Then, recovering: “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure—I was right there. What’s uncertain?” Qi Yuming added, “And Tingshen didn’t even give her custody of Xin Xin.”

He Zhangbai gripped his phone tightly.

Qi Yuming said, “But—”

Before he could finish, He Zhangbai cut him off: “I have something urgent—I’ll call you back.”

Without waiting for Qi Yuming’s reply, he hung up first.

Qi Yuming: “...”

“What’s so urgent?”

As Qi Yuming muttered, He Zhangbai had already found Rong Ci’s number and lifted his finger to call—but hesitated.

Yet after a few seconds, he dialed anyway.

At that moment, Rong Ci had just arrived home.

Seeing his call, she answered casually: “Mr. He, what is it?”

“You...”

He found it inappropriate to inquire about her and Feng Tingshen’s affairs.

The words “Are you alright?” were, given his current position, even unsuitable to utter.

Rong Ci assumed he was calling to arrange a meeting with Shan Shan.

Seeing him pause, she spoke up: “If it’s about Shan Shan, I’m busy tomorrow—I might not have time. How about the day after tomorrow or next week?”

Just now, Yu Moxun called to say he’d arranged a lawyer for her; she had to meet him tomorrow morning.

She needed to finalize the divorce as soon as possible.

He Zhangbai knew she misunderstood, but he didn’t correct her—only said: “Alright.”

At this point, Rong Ci assumed he was about to hang up.

Seeing he didn’t, she asked curiously: “Mr. He, is there something else?”

He Zhangbai sensed Rong Ci’s voice was calm—she sounded neither pained, heartbroken, nor broken.

But was that truly the case?

Perhaps she was merely suppressing herself?

He remained silent for two or three seconds; Rong Ci finally spoke: “Mr. He? Are you still there?”

He Zhangbai snapped back: “Yes.”

Rong Ci: “Is there something else?” She said directly: “I have other matters to handle—if not, I’ll hang up?”

He Zhangbai could only say: “Alright.”

Rong Ci said no more and hung up.

Earlier, her teacher had praised her concept; two days ago, Nan Zhizhi sent her a message, asking her to organize the content—he’d review it and, once confirmed, help her submit it to a prestigious journal.

The past few days had been consumed by Xundu and Changmo’s affairs; progress here had been minimal.

Now that she had free time, she wanted to finish this as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, she set her phone aside and turned on her computer.

On the other end, after hanging up, He Zhangbai called Qi Yuming back and asked: “Tingshen wants to divorce her and take custody of Xin Xin—she must have refused, right? Are they preparing for court?”

Qi Yuming had called He Zhangbai precisely to tell him this.

He said: “No! She agreed! She had no objections to either the divorce or custody—she signed calmly. I swear, I thought I was seeing ghosts!”

He Zhangbai was equally stunned upon hearing this.

He found it impossible that Rong Ci would do such a thing.

Like Qi Yuming, he too believed Rong Ci could never willingly give up custody of Feng Jingxin.

This made no sense.

Qi Yuming: “So, why do you think?”

Before He Zhangbai could answer, he added: “Could she be trying to win Tingshen’s favor, making him feel guilty?”

He Zhangbai had no answer.

Undeniably, given Rong Ci’s feelings for Feng Tingshen, this possibility existed.

He fell silent for a moment, then asked: “What about Tingshen? How did he react?”

“Tingshen was genuinely surprised too. At dinner today, I noticed he paid more attention to Rong Ci than usual. Damn, if my guess is right, Rong Ci’s got real strategy—don’t underestimate her!”

He Zhangbai said coolly: “Or perhaps she genuinely wants the divorce?”

Qi Yuming paused: “You mean Rong Ci?” He scoffed: “Impossible. She’s loved Tingshen since she was a teenager—she couldn’t possibly let him go after all these years!”

He Zhangbai spoke with double meaning: “People change.”

Qi Yuming held firm: “I still think it’s impossible.”

He added: “Either way, this is good news for Tingshen. When you return from your trip and Lin Wu’s recovered, we should celebrate properly.”

Only then did Qi Yuming realize He Zhangbai had fallen silent.