The world felt small.
E City was vast, with countless shopping malls, yet she’d encountered her husband and his mistress in the same place.
How ironic.
Even more ironic was Rong Jingyang crouching to help Ai Wei put on her shoes, and Ai Wei’s coy protests only led to him carrying her the entire time.
Seeing her husband embrace another woman with her own eyes felt like her heart was being ground by gears.
Painful.
Du Ruoxin left in a daze.
She didn't want to witness their affection, her husband's infidelity, or her own humiliation.
Most of all, she didn't want to walk into his arms only to be tormented by Rong Jingyang and mocked by Ai Wei.
Du Ruoxin darted down the escalator, stumbling several times.
"You are the wind I cannot touch, the dream I cannot wake from; the paradise I cannot find, the pain I cannot heal; the cigarette I cannot light, the hand I cannot let go of, the unforgettable someone."
"You are the wind I cannot find, the tears I cannot stop crying; the unspoken well wishes, the winter I cannot endure; the laughter I cannot suppress, the wine I cannot finish, the wound that cannot heal."
Outside the mall, a store played a recently popular song.
Listening to the lyrics, Du Ruoxin felt a surge of nausea, as if struck by ten thousand blows.
Were even strangers on the street mocking her?
How could she let Ai Wei off the hook!
As if possessed, Du Ruoxin glared venomously at every corner of the street.
Across the road, a group of disabled individuals—legless, blind, with deformed hands—were singing for donations.
She smiled.
Walking over, Du Ruoxin said, "Please sing a song for me, five thousand yuan, is that okay?"
The disabled individuals nodded enthusiastically.
They earned at most a thousand yuan a day; five thousand was a fortune!
A miniature person, only a few dozen centimeters tall, who could walk, approached with a WeChat QR code. "Of course."
"Miss, what song would you like us to sing?"
Du Ruoxin paid the money and then uttered three words, instructing, "Only sing the prelude, repeat it for ten minutes."
The miniature person grinned happily. "Don't worry, you'll be satisfied."
Du Ruoxin coldly pointed at the mall opposite, gave a few more instructions, then bought a wheelchair. She found a child selling flowers by the roadside and whispered her plan.
Seeing an opportunity to earn money, the little boy was more than happy to run errands.
Pushing the wheelchair, he gleefully found Rong Jingyang and Ai Wei, who were still shopping for clothes.
"Sir, a lady asked me to give this to you."
"She said a wheelchair is a good thing, and if you don't need it, she'd be very happy to make Ai Wei truly disabled."
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Was Du Ruoxin in the mall?
Had she seen him?
Where was she?
The little boy continued, "Also, she sent a gift for you both. Please go to the main entrance."
Rong Jingyang's expression darkened, and he started walking.
But Ai Wei refused. "I'm not going."
Du Ruoxin dared to threaten to cripple her? Who knew what that crazy woman would do next?
Ai Wei looked at the man weakly. "A Jing, I don't feel well."
Rong Jingyang paused for half a second, then retracted his steps.
Seeing they weren't going, the little boy snatched Ai Wei's phone and ran off.
He disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Ah—"
Ai Wei pointed at the spot where the little boy vanished. "My phone, my phone!"
The dark lines on Rong Jingyang's face were almost turning into ink.
Du, Ruo, Xin!
Had he been too lenient, too accommodating?
Rong Jingyang pushed Ai Wei to the entrance.
The music suddenly blared.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you sneaking off to meet her again, don't ask for my opinion... If you're still so unchaste, get away from that vixen and out of my sight."
A song called "Vixen," sung by the miniature person with the worst singing voice, was performed with great emotion—no, with bared teeth—directed at Rong Jingyang and Ai Wei.
"Vixen, vixen, vixen..."
Each distorted note challenged Rong Jingyang's patience.
His veins bulged with rage!
He snatched the microphone from the miniature person, turned off the music, and roared at the crowd, "Du Ruoxin, come out!"
Du Ruoxin, who was hiding in the shadows and filming the entire scene, shrugged and muttered to herself, "I'm not stupid. Knowing I've angered the lion, why would I come out to be tormented?"
"Rong Jingyang, goodbye!"
She needed to think carefully about how to use this video.
Du Ruoxin had vowed to shatter Ai Wei's dream of marrying into the Rong family.
But before she could act, a group of men in black blocked her path.
"Madam, Master Rong requests your presence."
Du Ruoxin sensed trouble and bolted. "I'm not going!"
Rong Jingyang was a scoundrel, a devil, he...
Circumstances didn't allow her to refuse.
Du Ruoxin was tied up—no, escorted by her arms—before Rong Jingyang.
The man's face was filled with fury, emanating an oppressive aura.
As if someone had annihilated his entire family.
Du Ruoxin had never seen him so terrifying, and she shivered, feeling a little cowardly. "Rong Jingyang, why the long face?"
"Who are you trying to scare?"
"I'm telling you—"
Before she could finish, the man grabbed her.
He pulled her onto his lap and delivered a series of hard slaps, his fists like iron.