"Mmm..." Rong Jingyang let out a soft hum.
His dark pupils, stained with desire by her, gradually showed a hint of solemnity.
Du Ruoxin: "!!!"
What did his slow, unanswering response mean? Did he dislike her? Did he find her disgusting?
You stinky man!
She truly had fed her heart to the dogs!
Sniffling, Du Ruoxin got up from him.
However, she lost her footing and was pulled back by the man. Rong Jingyang held her waist, not allowing her to leave, "Where are you going?"
Du Ruoxin's eyes reddened, and she choked out, "It's none of your business."
You dog man, I went through so much suffering, and you didn't offer a word of comfort, didn't coax me, didn't say anything nice.
Just an extremely indifferent, extremely perfunctory "Where are you going"?
Where is your conscience?
Doesn't it hurt?!!!!
The more Du Ruoxin thought about it, the angrier she became, her nose practically crooked with rage, "Rong Jingyang, since you don't cherish me, there are plenty of people who do."
"It has nothing to do with you who I go to find!"
The man in question: "—"
Sighing inwardly, he cupped her chin and turned her face towards him, "Are you going to find Christiano?"
Du Ruoxin's eyes widened, her eyes filled with tears, "Yes! I'm going to find him!"
In this world, the man who loved her the most and treated her well without any regard for the cost, besides her daddy and her deceased mother, was probably only Christiano.
"Sigh—"
Rong Jingyang sighed, wiped away her tears that made his heart churn, and said with some frustration, "Don't you want to hear my answer?"
Du Ruoxin pouted, a wave of grievance washing over her, "I don't want to hear it!"
She refused to look at him, her eyes constantly rolling upwards to maintain her last shred of pride, "The answer isn't what I want, and hearing it will only increase my sorrow."
"Rong Jingyang, just shut up and don't speak."
"I won't treat you as mute."
Rong Jingyang: "—"
His wife, truly...
He really wanted to knock her on the head!
So he did, a sharp rap on the woman's forehead.
"Ouch—"
Du Ruoxin was furious and instinctively wanted to bite him, but the man, as if anticipating her move, grasped her chin in advance, rendering her unable to move.
"I want you."
"Du Ruoxin, listen, in this life, you can only be my wife, Rong Jingyang's wife."
If she was hurt, it was his incompetence, his uselessness, that he couldn't even protect his own wife, so what right would he have to dislike her?
But!
Whoever dared to touch a single finger of Du Ruoxin, he would take their life!
Du Ruoxin: ... Huh?
Suddenly stunned by the man's domineering words, she didn't quite react.
So, he wouldn't dislike her? He wouldn't find her disgusting?
But why did she always feel so unsettled?
Du Ruoxin's anger was long gone, completely dispelled by Rong Jingyang's words. Clinging to his neck, she weakly said, "Really? Rong Jingyang, don't lie to me, I'll take it seriously."
A man of his word, what he says, the promises he makes, he must fulfill.
It couldn't just be words.
"Mmm." Rong Jingyang nodded, patting her head, "I permit you to take it seriously."
Du Ruoxin responded with a low "Oh," her mood not as high as Rong Jingyang had hoped, not jumping up with joy.
"What?" He hooked her chin, "Not satisfied?"
Du Ruoxin's star-like eyes held a hint of sadness. The moment she thought of the dream that had pierced her heart and made her unable to rest in peace, she couldn't smile.
Although dreams aren't real, but—
Her chest felt like it was blocked by a blood clot that wouldn't dissolve, making her breathing difficult. "Rong Jingyang, if I died, would you still marry?"
This time, the man replied without hesitation, "Yes."
Du Ruoxin's breathing quickened, "Then would you marry Ivy?"