Rong Jingyang looked up at Qin Yunxi, wondering why he was here.
As if thinking of something, Rong Jingyang was not surprised by his friend's arrival. He left a sentence, "Rest well, hope you can stand up tonight," and then left directly.
Qin Yunxi blinked: "—"
Hey!
Old Yang!
You're going to stir up trouble!
You know your wife strongly opposes you seeing Ivy, and you know your wife will argue and make a scene with you, why aren't you considering it?
If you don't consider it, you're even using your own identity to help Ivy get a backdoor?!
This is definitely not the Rong Jingyang he knows!
"You!" Qin Yunxi pointed in the direction the man had disappeared, utterly astonished.
Scumbag!
A complete scumbag!
Married but not keeping his marital vows, instead engaging in ambiguous relationships with women everywhere!
Although he, Qin Yunxi, was also a scumbag, he was a scumbag clearly and openly. He only pursued women who were scheming, loved to play, and wanted to climb up by selling their bodies.
He never bullied decent women, nor did he take any responsibility for relationships between men and women.
Because he didn't want to get married, and didn't want to be tied down to one woman, he was unrestrained and had a whole forest.
But Rong Jingyang was different; he was married.
He should be devoted to Du Ruoxin!
He was the kind of devoted person who, after being touched by a scheming woman, couldn't be cured even with a whole box of disinfectant. He needed his wife to personally wash his hands and massage them, and then blow on them, kiss them, and hug him to get better.
Ivy saw Qin Yunxi's facial muscles twitching. Although she couldn't guess his inner thoughts, she knew this was definitely not a good sign.
Lowering her voice, she put on a pitiable look and said, "Master Qin, please tell Ah Jing that I won't push myself in the afternoon activities. I will get better as soon as possible."
Qin Yunxi grinned, his lips curling into a fake smile, "Then Miss Ai should take good care of her injuries."
—
Du Ruoxin slept in the doghouse for a night.
The housekeeper brought a simple bed and a sleeping bag. She slept in the doghouse with Da Mao, and it didn't feel crowded.
Actually, she didn't sleep much that night.
As soon as she closed her eyes, all she saw were Rong Jingyang's eyes looking at her, filled with strangeness and coldness.
Du Ruoxin's heart ached incessantly.
In the seven or eight years they had known each other, this was the first time she had seen such an expression on Rong Jingyang's face.
It felt so painful.
Her mother-in-law had told her to use some tactics to make Rong Jingyang pity her, but, but...
His heart wasn't with her, so what was the use of him pitying her?
She wanted his entire heart, not occasional charity or occasional tenderness.
But this was so difficult.
"Xin'er, are you up?" Cristiano called from outside the circle of bodyguards.
Looking at the strong, tall, and imposing bodyguards, he scoffed. Was Feng Linwan afraid he would kidnap her in the middle of the night?
He could be forceful, direct even through mountains of knives and seas of fire, but he could not capture the person whose heart belonged to Xin'er.
Rather than watch her leave again, it was better to let her do as she pleased.
This was also why Cristiano hadn't forcibly taken her away.
The agreed-upon year had passed by a month, and there were still 11 months left.
Very soon!
Thinking about it made him excited, and Cristiano couldn't help but raise his voice, "I brought your favorite steamed buns."
Hearing her elder brother's words, Du Ruoxin turned over and sat up.
The doghouse had a small window for ventilation.
She walked to the window and looked outside. Where was Rong Jingyang? Was he still angry with her?
Cristiano seemed to see through her longing, and his brow furrowed, "Rong Jingyang is gone. He doesn't care if you live or die!"
Du Ruoxin: ...Gone?
Her heart felt like it had been struck by a heavy hammer. She leaned against the wall and slid down weakly.
After a whole night, did he still hate her?
"Xin'er, you can't just give up and not eat because Rong Jingyang doesn't love you."
Cristiano was still shouting.
Du Ruoxin's heart was suffocating with pain. She didn't want to speak, so she picked up her phone and sent a message to Cristiano: [Brother, I want to be alone.]
[You can go.]
[If Rong Jingyang continues to ignore me, I'll move in with you.]