"Wait." Rong Hong suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Yan Yan's left sleeve, stared blankly at the red hair clip in her hair, as if a thunderbolt had struck him, causing him to lose his mind. Indescribable emotions churned in his eyes, and he stared blankly with a pale face.
"Mr. Rong, what's wrong?" Yan Yan was pulled back into the chair, accidentally bumping into the back of the chair and letting out a muffled groan.
Time seemed to stand still for several seconds.
Rong Hong seemed completely oblivious, lost in his own world. He reached out blankly, trying to remove the red hair clip from Yan Yan's hair, his eyes seemingly fixed only on that tiny red object.
When his cold fingers touched Yan Yan's hair and his wrist accidentally brushed against the edge of her ear, Rong Hongcai seemed to be electrocuted and stopped in his tracks.
"President Rong?" Yan Yan cautiously shrank her neck and leaned back a little in fear.
Rong Hong's breath hitched, and he stiffly released his grip, his expression suppressed as he trembled, trying to control the urge to remove the red hair clip.
Realizing his loss of composure, Rong Hong felt a sharp pain in his heart. His fingertips trembled as he clenched his fists. He took a step back with deep regret and said in a low voice, "Yan Yan, I'm so sorry. I didn't control my emotions just now."
"What happened?" Yan Yan was a little stunned. "Did I do something wrong just now?"
Because it happened so suddenly, everything was fine just now, and Rong Hong was also acting normally. But when it was time to get off the bus, this suddenly happened, and she was a little confused.
"Yan Yan, may I have a look at your red bow hair clip?" Rong Hong asked, his fingertips trembling as he pointed to the red hair clip in Yan Yan's hair.
"Okay." Yan Yan said as she took off the hair clip and handed it to Rong Hong.
Rong Hong took it with both hands, carefully picked it up and looked at it. When he saw the crack on the right side of the bow, Rong Hong's voice choked up, and his gaze towards Yan Yan became very obscure.
"What's wrong?" Yan Yan asked, puzzled. "Is there something wrong with this bow hair clip?"
"Yan Yan, can you tell me where this bow hair clip came from?"
Rong Hong turned his gaze back to the red hair clip, gently stroked it, closed his eyes, and imagined the person in his mind wearing the same red hair clip, smiling at him with her eyes crinkled.
"Oh, this was a gift from a friend when I was in school a long time ago. I heard it was bought from a boutique overseas. What's up with it?"
Yan Yan looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“Rongmo’s mother used to have a hair clip like this. She liked to wear it behind her ear, just like where you just wore it.”
Rong Hong looked at Yan Yan and said, "I bought this in a handicraft shop when I was on a business trip to Europe. When I saw the ruby in the center of the bow, I thought it was very beautiful and would suit Rong Mo's mother very well, so I bought it on the spot."
Later, it accidentally broke open, and there was a crack here too.
Rong Hong pointed to the location of the crack as he spoke.
Seeing Yan Yan's somewhat incredulous look, Rong Hong said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I lost my composure for a moment when I saw it. Rong Mo's mother's was lost and never found again. Did I scare you? I'm sorry, Yan Yan."
As he spoke, Rong Hong handed the red hair clip back to Yan Yan, saying, "They're so similar. Maybe your friend bought them from the same place. I just didn't expect the cracks to be in the same spot. Perhaps it's fate."
"Yes, that must be it. Has Mr. Rong thought of his wife?" Yan Yan took it, then tucked it into her hair, and asked with a smile, "I haven't seen Mrs. Rong yet. Has something been keeping her from coming back?"
“My wife… she passed away many years ago.” Rong Hong lowered his hands, looking at his reflection in the mirror with a sense of dejection. “She suffered a severe hemorrhage during childbirth…”
As Rong Hong spoke, he couldn't help but cover his face, trying to hold back his tears. He took a deep breath and tried his best to control his emotions.
Yan Yan sighed and said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I didn't mean to bring up your sad story."
Seeing how upset he was, Yan Yan reached out and patted his shoulder, then gently handed Rong Hong a tissue, saying with some emotion:
"A man as successful as you, whose wife has been gone for so many years, still thinks about her. If she could know this from beyond the grave, she would surely appreciate your deep affection. I'm sure you treated your wife very well when she was alive."
"I'm sorry to her, I couldn't be by her side when she needed me most." Rong Hong said with a sorrowful expression, his voice beginning to choke.
"Yan Yan, I'm sorry you had to see this. You should go home now. I apologize for what happened earlier." Rong Hong looked up at Yan Yan and said apologetically.
"Okay, Mr. Rong, it's alright. Everyone has moments when they lose control of their emotions, so don't overthink it." With that, Yan Yan opened the car door, then turned back to remind him with concern, "Please drive carefully and don't overthink it."
"Hmm," Rong Hong gritted his teeth, trying his best to suppress the pain surging in his heart. Every second seemed like torture. He squeezed out a word with great difficulty, then smiled bitterly and said, "See you next time."
Yan Yan closed the car door and watched Rong Hong's car drive away. She waved in the direction the car was going. Only after the car disappeared from sight did her smile fade, and she turned and walked towards the gate of the residential area.
On the way back, Rong Hong no longer suppressed his emotions.
His eyes revealed a heavy bitterness, and painful memories that had been buried deep in his heart for many years instantly eroded him, as if even breathing was painful.
Every day since she left, he felt like a walking corpse.
By day, he is a dignified ruler, but as soon as he returns home, an indelible bitterness lingers in his chest.
Rong Hong drove the car to the riverbank, got out, and let the wind blow on him, forcing himself to calm down.
Back home, Yan Yan hung her keys in the entryway, kicked off her high heels, walked to the sofa, placed the flowers Rong Mo had given her on the coffee table in the living room, and sprayed some water on them.
After doing all this, Yan Yan poured herself a glass of red wine and placed it next to the bouquet. She took a step back, sat on the sofa, took a picture, and then scrolled through WeChat, found a profile picture, clicked on it, sent the photo, and added a "V" emoji.
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