"And you too!"
"If you don't let go of me, I'll get angry! I'll curse!"
"If I say nasty things, unpleasant things, then you'll have brought it upon yourself!"
Rong Jingyang: "——"
He clearly wasn't so pathetic as to want to hear the woman he loved call him a scoundrel.
Nasty things...
Forget it, forget it. Master Rong wisely released his hand—he didn't want to provoke Du Ruoxin's excessive dislike. Occasionally teasing her, provoking her, stirring up her emotions was enough.
Anything more would be counterproductive.
Rong Jingyang understood the importance of boundaries.
Du Ruoxin sprang away like a startled rabbit, as if she had seen a ghost, and disappeared down the corridor with a series of thuds.
Cristiano did not chase after Du Ruoxin. Instead, he grabbed Rong Jingyang and landed a heavy punch on his face.
"Damn it! Stay away from Xin'er!"
"Get lost!"
Cristiano roared, his eyes bloodshot.
Although he couldn't outright kill Rong Jingyang to vent his anger, he could certainly rough him up, beat him!
Rong Jingyang was no pushover either. He grabbed Cristiano's hand and flung him to the ground.
The two men began a fierce martial arts exchange—aiming deadly blows at each other's faces.
Trevor, Mu Li, and the others watched from the side...
Tsk tsk tsk, men caught in love are so childish! And so terrifying!
Oh my, oh my, oh my, that must hurt so much~~~
Du Ruoxin rushed back to the bedroom alone. She didn't know why, but she just kept walking with her head down, and then entered the bedroom.
She burrowed into the covers.
"Ah!"
"So annoying!"
The flutter in her heart persisted, and her heart was beating very fast. She didn't want to admit it, but it was for Rong Jingyang...
Yes!
No!
Her heart was only beating fast because her dislocated wrist was in so much pain, and because she was afraid something had happened to Er Bao.
Du Ruoxin tried hard to focus her attention on the baby.
"My child, it's all Mommy's fault. Did I scare you just now?"
"I'm sorry, Mommy was wrong."
"Mommy won't be so flustered anymore, making you suffer with me."
"Good boy, good boy."
Du Ruoxin spoke softly, talking to Er Bao over and over. Since she wasn't sure if the baby had been injured and there were no instruments to monitor the fetal heartbeat,
She could only quietly count the fetal movements by herself.
At over five months pregnant, normal fetal movement should be no less than 3-5 times per hour, and no less than 30-40 times in 12 hours.
Du Ruoxin counted for two hours. Confirmed that Er Bao was normal and her abdomen no longer ached faintly, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Otherwise, in this desolate wilderness, if the baby truly had a problem, she wouldn't even have time to get to a hospital.
Also, it was fortunate that Rong Jingyang had caught her in time.
Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"???" Why was she thinking of Rong Jingyang again? Du Ruoxin's expression suddenly turned grim.
She got out of bed, wanting to find something to do to distract herself.
Du Ruoxin was pinning up her hair when suddenly...
Her gaze froze!
She saw a patch of blood on the bed. Where did the blood come from? She was sure she hadn't sustained any external injuries.
Du Ruoxin checked her sleeve and suddenly remembered that Rong Jingyang had held her, so this blood—was it Rong Jingyang's?
He was injured?
Injured by Trevor?
The bullet...
There was no hospital here, no operating table to remove a bullet...
Her heart leaped into her throat.
Du Ruoxin's mind began to race, thinking about how serious his injury was, how much blood he had lost, thinking about him...
Her chest felt tight.
She couldn't drive Rong Jingyang's image from her mind. She couldn't control herself from thinking about him, nor could she remain indifferent.