"Rong Jingyang, that bastard, actually wanted to kill you!"
Cristino pulled Du Ruoxin with one hand, and gently stroked her bruised neck with the other, his voice full of heartache, "Does it hurt? It's all bruised."
It hurt.
It hurt at the slightest touch.
Du Ruoxin dodged his touch.
Feng Linwan's eyelids twitched—Cristino, in front of me, flirting with my son's wife?
Do you think I'm blind? Or so magnanimous that I'm an idiot?
Feng Linwan pulled Du Ruoxin towards her, "Ruoxin isn't going anywhere. Mr. Rothschild, if you truly care for her, don't add fuel to the fire."
Heh—
Cristino curled his lips in mockery—Mrs. Rong, which eye of yours sees me caring for Xin'er?
He wished Rong Jingyang would injure Du Ruoxin all over, then he could take advantage of the situation and win the beauty.
"How can you say I'm adding fuel to the fire? It's clearly Rong Jingyang..."
Before he could finish, Feng Linwan struck him with a hand chop.
It landed precisely on his ulnar nerve.
"Hiss—"
Cristino's entire arm went numb and ached, his muscles reflexively releasing his grip.
Feng Linwan seized the opportunity to shield Du Ruoxin behind her, her gaze sharp, "Show him out!"
Cristino looked at Feng Linwan in surprise, as if his hand had been broken.
This old woman knows martial arts?
He had underestimated her!
Rong Jianshen stepped forward, his heroic face filled with authority, "Are those your people outside? I've cleared them all out."
"Mr. Rothschild, perhaps in Europe, in America, you call the shots."
"But in Country A, my Rong family calls the shots."
"For Ruoxin's sake, as long as you don't cause trouble, the Rong family will always welcome you for tea."
"But if you're not sensible, I don't mind sending you to prison for a while."
Cristino: "..."
Du Ruoxin was led upstairs by Feng Linwan like a puppet.
The corridor was long, the sound of slippers slapping like rhythmic wooden fish striking, or like a mantra seeping into Du Ruoxin's mind.
Sadness seemed to flow upstream like a river, drowning all her thoughts.
Rong Jingyang hit her.
Rong Jingyang detested her.
Rong Jingyang, for Ivy, completely disregarded her feelings.
They were husband and wife, the most intimate relationship in the world, why... had it come to this...
"Sigh!" Feng Linwan pulled Du Ruoxin to sit on the bed. Seeing her cry again, she felt truly heartbroken.
She quickly wiped her daughter-in-law's tears with a tissue and said, "Don't cry, girl. Tomorrow I'll have someone send Ai Wei to the African desert."
"After a few years, Ai Wei will definitely become an old hag with faded looks."
Du Ruoxin, while crying, was amused by her mother-in-law.
Ai Wei going to the desert?
That place had strong UV rays and poor conditions. Dealing with beggars, rats, mosquitoes, and flies all day, Ai Wei would probably go mad within a few years, or even a few days.
"It's good that you're smiling." Feng Linwan breathed a sigh of relief, "What's the big deal? It can't affect our mood."
"I say, you're also stubborn. Why do you have to go against Jingyang? Why do you have to make him lose face?"
"Power is a good thing. You can solve problems with a flick of your finger. Why did you choose the worst method?"
To deal with Ai Wei, Du Ruoxin wouldn't even need to dirty her hands; Feng Linwan's words alone could make Ai Wei disappear for a while.
When it could have been resolved peacefully and subtly, Du Ruoxin chose the most drastic way, confronting Rong Jingyang head-on.
If she doesn't suffer, who will?
"Is it the worst?" Du Ruoxin lowered her head, her heart filled with pain and bitterness.
"Mommy, if Daddy harbored another woman in his heart, could you tolerate it?"
"If you were me, what would you do?"