Rong Jingyang was slapped to the ground.
"Bang—"
It almost shattered him into a second disability.
Someone: "—"
Because Du Ruoxin had used too much force, coupled with the assistive device he was wearing, he still couldn't control his center of gravity and balance.
Losing his footing, he fell down in a sorry state.
Everyone: "?!?!?!?!"
Their jaws dropped!
Madam—how—could she—hit someone?
Master—
Truly tragic!
The fiery red five-finger print, like a curse, was imprinted on half of Rong Jingyang's face.
It was so shocking.
For a moment, the scene seemed to freeze.
No one dared to move.
Du Ruoxin's palm felt a burning pain after she struck.
It felt like hitting a red-hot iron brand, her palm was so painful it felt like it might break.
She instantly sobered up.
Within her field of vision, that figure was clearly imprinted.
Rong Jingyang?
Him?
Seeing him lying on the ground, struggling miserably, but unable to get up.
Du Ruoxin's lips twitched: "—"
At this moment, she also distinguished reality from dream.
Although the fragments just now were just a fleeting nightmare, whether it was a nightmare or a sweet dream, they were often another reflection of reality.
How could she know that a nightmare wouldn't come true one day?
Du Ruoxin fully believed that if she continued to stay by Rong Jingyang's side in such a humble and pitiful manner, the scene in her dream would be her final outcome.
No!
She wouldn't serve!
No matter how deep the love, no matter how heart-wrenching the affection, it couldn't make her hold onto her dignity and let scum and bitches trample on it.
"Serves you right!" Du Ruoxin stood up, her eyes filled with anger, "Who told you to get so close to me!"
After speaking, she turned and left.
So decisively.
Leaving behind the stunned crowd.
"Du Ruoxin! Stop!" Rong Jingyang wanted to get up, but he couldn't exert any strength. No matter how he struggled, the equipment was stuck, and he couldn't move.
Mu Li was the first to react, and quickly stepped forward to help Rong Jingyang up, "Master."
Rong Jingyang: %￥#@*!%￥#@*!%￥#@*!
What the hell kind of assistive device was this!
He would dismantle it as soon as he got back!
It made him look foolish every time!
The company that researched this shoddy product should also be dismantled!
Disbanded!
Completely disbanded!
Within a month, he would stand up!
Stand up!
The anger on the face of the certain master was enough to set off fireworks, the kind that exploded mountains!
Du Ruoxin walked quickly, as if pursued by ghosts.
She soon reached the villa, but she felt a dull pain in her stomach, and something was flowing from her.
【The child!】
Du Ruoxin suddenly realized, could it be—
Clutching her stomach, she hurried into the bathroom. Upon seeing the red blood on her underwear, she panicked.
"Baby..."
She couldn't have a miscarriage, could she!
No!
Du Ruoxin, in a state of panic, rushed out of the bathroom and called Cristiano, "Brother, I—I—"
Cristiano heard the tremor in Du Ruoxin's voice, and his heart leaped into his throat, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Du Ruoxin's face turned pale with fear, "I don't know, maybe—I'm miscarrying—"
"It hurts so much—"
"Brother, I'm so scared—"
Cristiano: "Coming right away, wait for me!"
He, who was taking photos with Rong Doudou, left without a word and galloped towards the villa.
In less than five minutes, Cristiano appeared before Du Ruoxin.
After Du Ruoxin hung up the phone, although she was scared and her stomach hurt, she still commanded herself to remain rational.
She asked someone to bring the car over, and slowly moved to the back seat.
As soon as Cristiano arrived, the driver slammed on the accelerator, and the car sped towards the hospital at the fastest speed.