Is she cold?
Rong Jingyang came to Du Ruoxin's side. In the dim room, the woman's face was flushed, and her exhaled breath was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.
How much did she drink?
"Du Ruoxin." Rong Jingyang called out, but the woman didn't respond. It seemed she had fallen asleep.
Every time she fell into a deep sleep, she was like a dead pig, impossible to wake, and he couldn't wake her.
Shaking his head, Rong Jingyang scooped Du Ruoxin into his arms, sleeping bag and all.
He didn't know what she was dreaming about. She twisted uneasily from side to side and pinched his waist.
Her fingernails curved into perfect arcs and twisted fiercely!
Hiss—
Rong Jingyang's face changed.
But before he could get angry, the woman's angry accusation echoed in his ears, "Rong Jingyang, if it weren't for the fact that my elder brother beat you half to death, do you think I would allow you to run wild in my heart?"
The gentleman: "…………"
"I'm telling you, don't be too arrogant."
"Sooner or later, I will make you obedient."
"I'll make you kneel and sing 'Conquer'."
The gentleman's face grew darker. "————"
"And Ai Wei, I'll send her to Africa, making her work under the scorching sun every day, turning her into a slum woman with freckles, dealing with flies and rats every day."
"Go to hell, my white moonlight!"
Her husband was hers, and anyone who dared to covet him would drive her mad, make her bite, and show the ferocity of an eagle tearing its prey!
Rong Jingyang had originally intended to carry her back to the bedroom, but upon hearing the woman's unrestrained words, he frowned and threw her back onto the bed.
Du Ruoxin...
Reflect on yourself properly!
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Lin Family Mansion, late at night
Christiano returned home after a busy day. A blonde, blue-eyed, fair-skinned woman stood in the living room.
She was intellectually beautiful and graceful, the object of pursuit for countless men.
However, the moment Christiano saw the woman, he visibly paused.
Clara's face was beaming with joy. Upon seeing the man, she happily ran towards him, but before she could throw herself into his arms, she stopped herself and instead linked her arm through his, "J, I missed you so much."
Christiano did not allow her to hug him. Every time she wanted to snuggle in his arms and act cute, he would get angry.
Later, Clara learned her lesson.
A fleeting displeasure flashed across Christiano's eyes. "Why are you here?"
Clara gritted her teeth, but still smiled, "Don't you welcome me?"
They were engaged, just a signature away from becoming the most intimate couple in the world, yet he was always indifferent to her.
Meeting the man's cold gaze, Clara couldn't help but feel a little flustered. She lowered her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder, "J, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
He didn't call her, nor did he reply to her messages. The two had become like the most familiar strangers.
Christiano withdrew his hand and said coldly, "We've seen each other now?"
Then he strode away.
Clara stared at his stern back, a pang of sadness rising in her heart. Did he hate her that much? He couldn't wait to make her leave as soon as he saw her?
"I'm pregnant!"
She gathered her courage and shouted at him.
What?
Christiano's steps faltered. Without even looking back, he picked up his phone and transferred 100,000,000 to her bank account.
"Get rid of it."
Two words, leaving no room for argument, carrying the man's usual ruthlessness and indifference.
At that moment, Clara felt as if she had fallen into hell.
No, the doctor had said her uterine wall had become very thin after several abortions. If she had another procedure, her follicles would no longer be able to implant in the future.
In other words, she would never be able to get pregnant again, never be able to be a mother.
Taking a deep breath, Clara defied him, "What if I want to keep it?"