Why was she getting more worked up the more she was scolded?
He closed his eyes, hoping she would calm down, not curse like a shrew.
"Vulgar!" he growled, looking at Du Ruoxin. "As the young madam of the prestigious Rong Group, you shouldn't be using such indecent words so readily!"
Du Ruoxin: "..."
Her throat felt as if something was stuck, and her eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
"Fine, I won't curse," Du Ruoxin suppressed her temper, looking down at him. "May I ask, Mr. Rong, what do you mean by 'managing the marriage well'?"
"Does it mean taking care of other women, taking care of them in their homes? Or taking care of them in their beds?"
So late, Rong Jingyang sent Ai Wei home, and nothing happened between them?
In the dead of night, a man and a woman, alone in a room, just drinking water and chatting?
Who would believe that!
Thinking of this, Du Ruoxin's composure shattered again, her tone becoming sharp uncontrollably. "Rong Jingyang, Ai Wei likes you, don't tell me you don't know!"
"And don't tell me you have a pure kindergarten friendship!"
Bullshit!
Men and women only get interested in each other if they find each other attractive; there's no such thing as pure friendship!
Du Ruoxin wanted to curse again.
What to do, she couldn't control the primal power within her, it was about to erupt, ahhhhh!
Facing the woman's outburst, Rong Jingyang's brows remained tightly furrowed: "—"
Du Ruoxin continued to scold, not giving him a chance to speak, "You told me to trust my husband."
"But you're like this..."
"You're always defending Ai Wei at every turn, how can I trust you!"
Are all men so irresponsible?
Or was Rong Jingyang just talking nonsense, and she had naively believed him?
Seeing that the woman had finally finished scolding and quieted down, Rong Jingyang slowly spoke, "I defend Ai Wei at every turn?"
Which eye had she seen that with!
"Don't I?!" Du Ruoxin retorted.
Stop making excuses. You do, you really do. You don't just defend Ai Wei at every turn, you also use her to anger me.
You almost drove me insane.
Rong Jingyang hissed, his fingertips supporting his forehead, pressing down on his throbbing temples.
When women were unreasonable and illogical, it was truly... a headache!
He pulled her into his arms, clasped her waist, and said sternly, "Haven't you ever considered how excessive your actions are?"
Every time, it was him cleaning up her mess, every time, it was him paying the price for her impulsiveness.
And she had the nerve to say he defended Ai Wei?
"How am I being excessive?" Du Ruoxin didn't think she was being excessive at all. "If another woman is eyeing my husband, wanting to get into my husband's bed every day, shouldn't I defend my ownership?"
"Should I act like a madam, happily offering you up with both hands?"
Rong Jingyang's face darkened at the description...
He wasn't a prostitute!
With a sharp rap on her forehead, he hit her head fiercely, "Speak properly!"
Du Ruoxin clutched her head, wailing, "How am I not speaking properly? Rong Jingyang, you hit me!"
The problem immediately escalated to the height of "You hit me, how dare you hit me, how could you hit me, you've killed me."
Du Ruoxin completely lost her reason, realizing she still held an offensive weapon – a water spray bottle filled with ink. Without a second thought, she sprayed it towards his face.
"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—"
Rong Jingyang's handsome face, so beautiful it made one want to commit a crime, instantly turned into a black, doughy face. Even his nose and mouth were black, as if he had rolled around in a coal mine.
It was a tragic sight.