Du Ruoxin was all too familiar with this look; it was a sign of Rong Jingyang's arousal.
He—
Could he be thinking of…
"No!" Don't say it! I don't want to hear it! she said hastily, "Rong Jingyang—"
But the next second, the man's fingertips pressed against her lips, his face a picture of wicked charm, "A wild flower is always more fragrant than a cultivated one, isn't it?"
Du Ruoxin's eyes widened in surprise—what kind of depraved words were these?
Wild, flower, always, more, fragrant, than, cultivated, flower?!
Scoundrel!
Stinking man!
Filthy! Shameless!
How could he say such things so lightly, so shamelessly?
Du Ruoxin's actions were faster than her thoughts; she raised her hand to slap him twice.
"Tsk tsk…" Rong Jingyang caught the woman's hand, pinning her firmly against the wall, "Didn't I tell you, you can't hit me?"
Is she silly?
To hit when she knows she can't.
"Pfft—" Du Ruoxin was so angry her heart ached.
The baby in her belly seemed to sense her mother's emotional turmoil, squirming restlessly and kicking.
"Ah," her stomach moved, causing a sharp pain that tugged at her nerves.
Du Ruoxin cried out in discomfort.
Rong Jingyang thought he had been too rough and hurt her, so he quickly let go, "How are you? Where does it hurt?"
He hadn't forgotten that the little thing beneath him was always easily injured.
Du Ruoxin clutched her stomach, turning sideways to prevent Rong Jingyang from seeing her abnormality, "Stay away from me."
Rong Jingyang didn't move, letting the woman's feet kick his legs in frustration. He said somewhat helplessly, "Du Ruoxin, in your heart, am I just a scumbag who flirts with women everywhere?"
[Isn't he? How strange, Master Rong actually has self-awareness.]
Du Ruoxin's lips parted, wanting to retort, but in the end, she just pouted and swallowed all her words.
With an indifferent tone, she said, "What kind of man you are has nothing to do with me."
After speaking, she turned to leave.
Before reaching the door, Du Ruoxin issued a stern warning, "Rong Jingyang, don't use my friends to threaten me."
"Otherwise, don't blame me for tearing apart the last shred of decency."
In front of him, she had always been gentle and obedient, but that didn't mean she had no temper or means.
Even a cornered dog would bite!
Du Ruoxin walked further and further away, disappearing around the corner in a moment.
Miranda had already left safely, and she had no need to continue placating Rong Jingyang.
Apply medicine?
Dream on! She had no intention of keeping her promise!
Anyway, Du Ruoxin felt no guilt whatsoever about going back on her word or turning hostile towards him.
"Decency?" Rong Jingyang stared at the woman's receding back, not stopping her, but merely curving his lips slightly, forming a handsome arc.
[Du Ruoxin, you can't escape.]
Before coming to Britain, he had sent people to investigate. Du Ruoxin and Christiano were not legally married; that is to say, they had not registered with the civil affairs bureau.
She was now divorced and unmarried.
He suspected that the wedding in the church two months ago was Du Ruoxin's deliberate attempt to provoke him using Christiano?
Not entirely sure.
But what was certain was that he couldn't push her too hard.
If he angered Du Ruoxin, bringing out her hidden rebellious nature, it would be counterproductive and push her further away, leaving him in tears.
Fortunately, all the arrangements in Britain went smoothly, and she didn't suspect anything.
Du Ruoxin walked out of the main entrance, and Mu Li, holding a syringe, stopped her with a stern expression, "Madam, just now, I sprayed this on Miranda's face."
Wh-what!
Du Ruoxin's legs went weak with fright, "You sprayed the AIDS virus on my friend's face?!?"
Are you looking to die!