Kristino’s impulse to punch Rong Jingyang was forcefully suppressed when he heard Du Ruoxin say, “It hurts.”
He retracted his hand and crouched in front of her. “What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?”
Rong Jingyang remained motionless, standing on the ground, holding Du Ruoxin in his arms. He stood there like a stone sculpture.
She told him not to move, she said it hurt, and he dared not move an inch.
“Cramps? Pulled a nerve?” Her body was stiff, her nerves taut, no different from cramps. Rong Jingyang said, “Where does it hurt? Shall I give you a massage?”
Kristino shot him a murderous glare: …Damn it, if anyone’s going to massage, it’s me!
Rong Jingyang, get lost!
If he hadn’t been worried about her being injured, he would have snatched her from his arms right now!
It was so blindingly painful.
The sight of Du Ruoxin nestled tightly in Rong Jingyang’s embrace pierced Kristino’s heart.
It drove him mad.
But his remaining reason compelled him to calm down.
“Xin’er, can you walk by yourself?” he asked.
Du Ruoxin gritted her teeth and shook her head, finding it difficult even to speak. “Let me… recover.”
Her stomach truly ached.
She wasn’t sure if she had startled the second baby. If the second baby didn’t kick or interact with her, she didn’t know how the child was doing.
If the pain continued… would it lead to premature labor…
The doctor had said to avoid strenuous exercise during pregnancy, as it could easily cause premature labor.
Although she hadn’t fallen to the ground in the end, the backward momentum of that fall had been too great, pulling on her abdomen.
Du Ruoxin closed her eyes, carefully sensing every subtle change in her body.
Did the pain not intensify?
Her stomach ached faintly, not intensely, and it wasn’t increasing, but the pain in her arm made her clench her teeth.
“Hiss…”
It felt like a fracture?
She couldn’t move?
Rong Jingyang listened to the woman’s weak voice, his heart in his throat. He carefully shifted.
Kristino grew anxious. “Rong Jingyang! Slow down!”
The esteemed Mr. Rong ignored the impatient voice, holding Du Ruoxin, and carefully sat her down on a stool. “Where are you hurt?”
He examined her hand.
“Ah—”
Du Ruoxin screamed.
“I told you to be careful!” Kristino, seeing the woman tremble with pain, wanted nothing more than to slap Rong Jingyang to death.
But no matter how much he gritted his teeth, his palm did not descend.
Rong Jingyang also looked tense. “Is your hand injured?”
He, a dignified and rough man, a robust fellow, had never touched a woman’s hand so carefully. Little by little, he examined her from her shoulder downwards.
When he reached her forearm, Du Ruoxin cried out and pulled her hand back.
“Don’t be afraid, let me check,” Rong Jingyang comforted her in a gentle voice and touched her hand again.
Du Ruoxin’s entire body tensed, leaning against the man’s chest. His warm breath, his firm muscles, his scent that had once driven her wild.
Especially the scent of his day’s worth of hormones in her nostrils, and listening to his pleasant, magnetic, husky voice, the sealed memories of the past surged into her mind like a tidal wave.
Once, this chest had been hers.
Once, he had been the man she loved the most.
Once, they had been husband and wife…
“Your wrist is dislocated,” Rong Jingyang’s low, husky voice was filled with distress. “Bear with it, I’ll put it back for you.”
Du Ruoxin: No… she didn’t want to… she didn’t want to…
Her mind was a mess, her body was a mess, and her emotions were a mess.
Rong Jingyang, unaware of her distress, spoke in a voice as gentle as if he were coaxing a young girl, “If it really hurts, bite me.”