Rong Jingyang could no longer stand Qin Yunxi's maliciousness and kicked him.
Raising his hand, he intended to hurl the ceramic shards at Qin Yunxi, but ultimately, he held back.
"Xuanyao," Rong Jingyang's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at the box in Lin Xuanyao's hand.
Lin Xuanyao immediately handed it over.
Rong Jingyang picked them up piece by piece, carefully collecting them.
Du Ruoxin didn't care...
He had always known she was a little trickster, manipulating his parents and all the relatives until they were dizzy.
Clearly, she disliked crowds, yet she could jump and prance, livening up the entire gathering just to make the elders happy.
Clearly, she wasn't superstitious, yet she transformed herself into half a metaphysics master because his mother believed in it.
Clearly, she—
Now, she wasn't pretending anymore.
Revealing her true nature?
Du Ruoxin was a cruel, selfish, and heartless woman!
"Hiss—"
His foot hurt!
Rong Jingyang leaned forward, but luckily his palm quickly braced against the ground, preventing him from falling.
"Sir, what's wrong?" Lin Xuanyao quickly helped him up.
Rong Jingyang broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, "Stuck." The invisible leg brace always got stuck, limiting his movement and causing him to kneel twice.
All the shame and embarrassment of this life were lost today.
"Oh." Lin Xuanyao quickly helped Rong Jingyang to his feet.
Mu Li pushed over a wheelchair.
At that moment, no one spoke much, they simply walked out of the church, out of this heart-wrenching place.
Divorced...
The divorce that had been brewing for over a year...
He and she, in the end, were divorced. From now on, they would go their separate ways.
Even though he couldn't understand it, couldn't accept it.
But... what was there to not understand?
Du Ruoxin was just a child who refused to grow up, liking someone one moment and disliking them the next, careless and irresponsible.
Rong Jingyang silently took out his phone and called his lawyer—to handle his and Du Ruoxin's divorce proceedings in Hamburg.
In the evening, after signing the papers.
Rong Jingyang had originally planned to fly directly to the US, but Qin Yunxi dragged him to a bar, insisting they wouldn't return until they were drunk, celebrating their single status.
Logically, this marriage wasn't what he wanted, and now that it was over, he should be happy.
But his lips felt sewn shut, unable to lift.
"Honey, I'm tired of walking, I want a princess carry."
"Honey, my stomach hurts, rub it for me."
"Honey, I love you, I love you so much."
"Honey, I can't live without you, I'll die without you."
"Honey, shall I have four babies for you? You take care of them, I'll give birth."
"Honey..."
Rong Jingyang's mind was filled with the constant "honey" and the woman's seductive cooing, refusing to leave.
But from now on, he would never hear Du Ruoxin call him "husband" again.
Was it her who walked too fast, or him who walked too slow in this relationship?
Rong Jingyang downed glass after glass of baijiu, not knowing how long or how much he drank, until the bar was filled with a pungent smell of blood.
"Pfft—"
Rong Jingyang vomited a mouthful of blood and fell straight down.
"Lao Yang? Lao Yang?"
"Damn it! Call an ambulance!"
"No!"
"Take him to the hospital!"
"Quick!"
"Rong Jingyang, hold on for me!"
"Stop spitting blood!"
"Swallow it back!"
"It's just a divorce, why are you so despondent, wanting to die?"
Late at night in Hamburg, several luxury cars sped through the streets, heading towards the largest hospital in the city center at the fastest and most astonishing speed.
"Doctor!"
"Save him!"
If they couldn't save Rong Jingyang, he would smash this hospital!
Qin Yunxi trembled with fear.