Pain!
Adding insult to injury!
Her buttocks were already bruised from Rong Jingyang's earlier beating.
Now, another strike meant her skin was torn and bleeding, a searing, bone-deep agony.
Du Ruoxin had lived her entire life, no matter how wild or unruly she was, she had never been hit!
Not even by a single finger!
All notions of dignity, grievance, and anger dissolved into an endless stream of tears.
"Wuwuwu—"
"Rong Jingyang, if you have the guts, kill me!"
"If you can't kill me, you're not a man!"
The man: "—"
She had only been slapped, yet she cried as if she were undergoing a brutal hanging.
Rong Jingyang's raised hand froze.
In the end, he didn't strike again.
But the woman continued to curse, "I must have been blind to insist on marrying you!"
"I regret it."
"Rong Jingyang, I regret falling in love with you!"
"I've already signed the divorce agreement. Let's go to the Civil Affairs Bureau right now and get the divorce certificate."
"From now on, I don't care who you date."
"Rong Jingyang, you bastard..."
The more she thought about it, the more heartbroken she became, and Du Ruoxin sobbed uncontrollably.
Her tragic cries, as if she were being tortured, echoed throughout the entire parking lot.
It was like a pervert torturing a cat, tearing its skin, flaying its flesh alive... its desolate cries sent chills down one's spine, making one's hair stand on end.
The security guards, hearing the cries and armed with riot gear and stun batons, hesitated to approach.
But when they saw dozens of men in black surrounding a luxury car, they dared not advance.
This was serious.
Master Rong!
The entire building belonged to the Rong family. He... he'd better just go back.
The security guard quickly disappeared, ensuring no one would disturb them or take any photos.
Du Ruoxin, with snot and tears streaming down her face, continued to curse incessantly.
Her tirade made the men in black wish they could crawl into a hole, fearing that tomorrow, Master Rong would make them retire early.
After all, the last person who cursed Master Rong was already lying in a coffin.
A group of bodyguards automatically stuffed cotton in their ears.
Du Ruoxin cried and cursed. After an unknown amount of time, seeing that Rong Jingyang remained silent, she sullenly stopped.
Her tears had dried up, her mouth was parched, and she felt miserable.
"Not cursing anymore?" the man asked, glancing at her with cold eyes.
Du Ruoxin turned her head, stubbornly saying, "Let me go!"
She felt disgusted by the hand that had held other women.
Rong Jingyang cupped her chin, turning her face towards him. "Shall I arrange a full body check-up for you?"
"No!" Why a check-up?
Du Ruoxin glared at the man before her, her red eyes filled with fury.
"Weren't you blind?" the man continued coldly. "If there's a problem with your cornea, I can arrange a transplant for you."
Pfft—
Du Ruoxin spat out in disbelief.
She had never known Rong Jingyang to be so sharp-tongued and cunning.
"I'm not just blind, I'm also foolish," Du Ruoxin said resentfully. "Every part of me is blind. Rong Jingyang, just replace me entirely."
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils narrowed, his sharp gaze like a venomous cobra lurking in the darkness. "Do you really want a divorce?"
Du Ruoxin felt a prickle of fear under his gaze, causing her to shiver, but she forced herself to say, "Yes! I absolutely must divorce!"
The man raised his hand, gently touching her smooth, flawless cheek. "Do you remember what I said when we got our marriage certificate?"
[With me, there is only widowhood, no divorce.]
[After marriage, be my Mrs. Rong, and I will give you everything you deserve.]
His words clearly resurfaced in her mind.
Du Ruoxin, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes, froze like a porcelain doll.
She remained motionless and dazed even as the car started.
Rong Jingyang took out a tissue and began to wipe her tears.
Du Ruoxin reflexively pushed him away, "Don't you— Ah—"
Because of the force of her push, she aggravated her bruised backside.
Du Ruoxin cried out in pain, collapsing onto Rong Jingyang's shoulder.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Du Ruoxin didn't answer, instead biting down on his neck.
However, the thought of her man, her husband, being intimate with Ivy, having been close to Ivy, pierced her heart like a knife.
Du Ruoxin was extremely, extremely fastidious.
A man who had cheated, no matter how handsome, how rich, or how good in bed, was nothing but a pile of... that.
The foulest, most disgusting that!
Du Ruoxin released Rong Jingyang and sprang away like a bouncing ball.
However, her misfortune struck as her backside hit a corner.
"Mmm—"
Du Ruoxin's legs gave way from the pain, and she almost fell.
Rong Jingyang quickly caught her. "Where did you hit?"
"Ah! Don't move me!"