Du Ruoxin woke up late.
She rolled over and took out her phone to ask for leave from her boss, only to see a message from her boss – "You don't need to come to the company today. Follow Mr. Rong's arrangements."
She: "————"
She felt like she had been sold to Rong Jingyang.
Du Ruoxin took a deep breath and replied with some resentment, "Mr. Lin, how long is your contract with Rong Jingyang?"
Boss: "One year."
Du Ruoxin's mouth twitched.
Damn it, he was just finding another way to pay her salary!
She listlessly flopped back onto the bed, Du Ruoxin feeling a bit like she had nothing to live for.
She—
Could she really not escape him?
Suddenly, what he had said last night popped into her mind, scaring Du Ruoxin into a quick get-up. She quickly tidied herself and went out.
She went to the pharmacy and took a contraceptive pill.
She didn't want to get pregnant, let alone have a son for Rong Jingyang.
Rong Jingyang couldn't give her his heart, so he wanted to tie her down with a child?
Like a frog being boiled in warm water, slowly wearing away her edges, slowly forcing her to compromise, until she was willing to accept his philandering and multiple affairs?
Du Ruoxin sighed, did they have to torment each other before he would let her go?
Walking on the bustling and lively streets, Du Ruoxin felt a little dejected.
She wouldn't work at the training company anymore, and she figured Rong Jingyang wouldn't make things too difficult for her boss.
Du Ruoxin began to look for a second job.
However, after searching all day, she couldn't find a satisfactory high-paying profession.
In a flash, it was evening again.
Rong Jingyang sent a text message – "Go to Crescent Bay and wait for me."
As if anticipating that she wouldn't respond, he sent another: "I'll return your suitcase."
Du Ruoxin drove back to the villa.
But by ten o'clock at night, Rong Jingyang still hadn't returned.
She got up, ready to leave.
Rong Jingshu walked in, "Sister-in-law, where are you going so late? Where's my brother?"
Du Ruoxin shook her head, "Call him and ask. I don't know."
Rong Jingshu wasn't wearing his uniform. Dressed casually, he was tall and handsome, with a sunny disposition. "Ah?"
Seeing Du Ruoxin's cold attitude, were sister-in-law and elder brother really having a fight?
A gossipy heart ignited like a raging fire in Rong Jingshu's chest. "Did my brother bully you?"
Du Ruoxin looked at Rong Jingshu, her mouth twitching.
Rong Jingshu clapped his hands and raised his voice, "How did he bully you? Tell me, I'll go tell Dad to complain, and have Dad deal with him!"
In the entire family, only his parents could control Rong Jingyang.
"Complain to whom?" Rong Jingyang's imposing presence filled the living room.
Rong Jingshu hadn't expected to be caught in the act of speaking ill of him. He quickly plastered on a smile, "Heh heh, brother, sister-in-law is unhappy, I was comforting her."
Rong Jingyang glanced at his cousin. His cold gaze immediately made him straighten his back, like a soldier seeing an officer, and a sense of awe arose.
"Wait!"
Leaving those two words, Rong Jingyang took Du Ruoxin to the study.
She resisted being held in his palm, but she couldn't break free.
In the study, a pink Hello Kitty ladies' suitcase was placed in the center.
Du Ruoxin's eyes lit up, and she ran forward to open it.
However, when she saw her clothes cut into pieces, she felt completely awful.
Rong Jingyang…
Not wanting to comment on his character, Du Ruoxin opened her wallet. The bank card and phone card were there, but the photo was gone. The passport seemed to have been soaked, creased, and the writing blurred.
Du Ruoxin only took the bank card and phone card and put them in her pocket; she didn't intend to take anything else.
As she passed by Rong Jingyang, she politely said a few words of "Thank you."
But the man grabbed her and pinned her against the door, a blurred photo held between his fingers. "Who is he?"
Du Ruoxin's expression froze. Was he not even going to leave her with the only good memory?
She reached out to snatch the photo, but Rong Jingyang dodged it.
He coldly stared at the woman's slightly sad expression. "Mrs. Rong, who is this man?"
Du Ruoxin didn't want to speak. She lowered her head and slipped out from under his arm.
How could Rong Jingyang let her leave?
His fingers, like iron, clamped onto her shoulder and pulled her back into his embrace. "Speak!"
"I..." Du Ruoxin felt pain from his grip.
Her hand reflexively blocked his chest, preventing close contact.
Rong Jingyang's pectoral muscles were like steel. Hitting them hurt.
"He—"
Du Ruoxin hadn't thought of how to explain, nor did she want to… Suddenly, her gaze froze.
A lipstick print!
There was a lipstick print left by a woman on Rong Jingyang's shirt!
Du Ruoxin's eyes stung.
He had been intimate with her last night, and today he was messing around with another woman?
Du Ruoxin retaliated, "He's the man I've pretended to have for over a decade."
"I like him."
Rong Jingyang seemed to hear a joke of the century. He raised his hand, cupped her chin, and his sharp eyes seemed to pierce through her disguise. "I don't recall you mentioning a father-in-law?"
Uh—
Du Ruoxin was stunned. In the photo, she was leaning in his arms, and he was kissing her forehead. Although her appearance was unclear, their demeanor shouldn't lead one to guess they were father and daughter.
"If Mr. Rong feels better thinking that way, then be happy."
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils deepened slightly. He ignored her provocation and said helplessly, "I've already asked Dad and Mom to bring Dou Dou back."
Du Ruoxin: "It's no use whoever comes back, Rong Jingyang, I want a divorce from you."
Rong Jingyang completely ignored her outburst, and they each spoke their own minds. "Talk to me about your father?"
Du Ruoxin glared at him angrily, "I said divorce, I'll leave with nothing, I don't want anything from you!"
Rong Jingyang's cold aura lowered, "What kind of person is he? Where is he now?"
Du Ruoxin's entire body's blood rushed to her brain. "Rong, Jing, Yang!"
The man gently stroked her cheek, leisurely saying, "Misbehaving again?"
She: "————"
Why was it so difficult to communicate with Rong Jingyang?
Du Ruoxin felt defeated.
Rong Jingyang rubbed her head and led her back to the living room.
"I need you to investigate something," Rong Jingyang said to his cousin, then walked to the sofa and pulled Du Ruoxin onto his lap.
"What..." Caught off guard by the PDA, Rong Jingshu felt a pang of jealousy.
"Your sister-in-law's file."
"How dare you!" Du Ruoxin glared at Rong Jingyang fiercely.
She had intended to struggle free, but now she started pinching his philtrum. "Rong Jingyang, who gave you permission to investigate me?"
Rong Jingyang leaned forward, pushing her onto the sofa. "Does Madam wish to confess herself?"
Du Ruoxin choked. It was impossible for her to reveal her background to Rong Jingyang.
"Investigate!" the man commanded sternly.
"No..." Du Ruoxin quickly looked at Rong Jingshu, but before she could speak, Rong Jingyang sealed her lips.
"Mmm—"
Rong Jingyang, get lost!
Don't touch me!
Thinking of how he had just been intimate with Ivy, Du Ruoxin, with a burst of strength she didn't know she had, kicked him in the groin.