My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Rong Weiwei comforted him softly at his side, “Sister will certainly agree. Mu is her dear younger brother, after all. Besides, Dad, it’s not like you won’t pay the remaining money. Didn’t the kidnapper say that as long as the money is paid in full, he would release the hostage? It’s like asking a little nephew for a favor, just to exchange Mu first. There won’t be any danger.”

Rong Nanfeng ultimately cared most about his son, hard-won as he was; even if he felt that there was something off about what Rong Weiwei said, he couldn’t bother with that now and subconsciously followed her line of thought.

“Time is pressing, and Mu is still running a high fever, Dad, let’s go look for Sister first,” Rong Weiwei ‘thoughtfully’ reminded him.

Rong Nanfeng furrowed his brows and steeled his heart, ordering the servants to prepare the car.

…

Rong Yan had no clue that Rong Weiwei, ‘with good intentions,’ had dragged her into this again; this time, even targeting Little Baby.

She had just left KT Entertainment when Rong Weiwei and Rong Nanfeng, who had come looking for her, caught her red-handed.

“Sister.” Rong Weiwei was still wearing the pink fairy-like chiffon dress from the premiere, her pose as she stood at the door and called her ‘Sister’ was enough to make one’s stomach turn.

Rong Yan walked past as if she hadn’t seen her and tried to leave.

At this moment, Rong Nanfeng got out of the car, summoning her with a serious voice, “Yan’er, I need to talk to you. Find somewhere nearby where we can talk privately, let’s find a place to talk first.”

His expression was grave, his brows knit together with an anxiety he couldn’t suppress. Rong Yan glanced at him, her red lips murmuring, “Follow me.”

She led the way, quickly directing them to an inconspicuous cafe around the corner.

“A juice for me, and just any coffee for him.”

“OK.”

The owner seemed very familiar with Rong Yan, preparing the order without a second word.

Rong Yan picked a spot at random, pulled out a chair to sit down, and spoke indifferently to the two people standing across from her, “What matter has Mr. Rong sought me out for?”

Rong Weiwei saw that Rong Yan had only ordered two drinks, completely ignoring her as if she wasn’t there, felt a blockage in her chest, and inexplicably felt as if she had been slapped in the face.

But, for the purpose of her visit, she forcefully swallowed down her indignation, her eyes flickering as she waited for Rong Nanfeng to speak.

Rong Nanfeng did not disappoint her; having sat down across from Rong Yan, he anxiously began recounting Rong Mu’s abduction, and once finished, he spoke with a tone of expectation mixed with slight command, “Yan’er, your brother is running a fever. The other party said that as long as a child with my blood is exchanged, they would release your brother first.”

“So?” Rong Yan understood his meaning—because she understood, her words were edged with frost.

At this point, Rong Nanfeng could no longer maintain his paternal authority, and although Rong Yan’s icy gaze made him somewhat bashful, he still put it forth, “You have a son, right? Could you let him exchange places with your brother, please?”

——You have a son, right? Could you let him exchange places with your brother, please?

Such a shameless request, not only did he voice it, but apart from a bit of embarrassingly bashful guilt, there was no remorse in his tone.

So naturally, as if Duidui was supposed to be used for a hostage exchange by them.