Lin Xuanyao, sitting in the driver's seat, felt the situation was too extreme, too inappropriate for children.
He wondered if he should abandon the car and flee.
After all, it was a matter between a couple, and he really shouldn't be an observer.
For the sake of his own life, Lin Xuanyao made the wisest decision: engage the self-driving, and jump out to escape disaster!
Du Ruoxin felt so ashamed!
Yet Rong Jingyang's strength was immense, pressing down on her like a towering peak. She couldn't resist.
Du Ruoxin's face flushed, and she covered her eyes with her hands.
Ah—
Rong Jingyang, you pervert! You scoundrel!
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils dimmed. He scooped up the woman, his voice lower than ever, "Does it hurt?"
Wasn't that a stupid question?
Du Ruoxin felt wronged and sad, but she couldn't back down in front of him. "It doesn't hurt! It's incredibly comfortable! Just like a masseuse—"
Rong Jingyang pouted and silenced the woman's incessant chatter.
The kiss was passionate and lingering.
Du Ruoxin was kissed into forgetting how to think, her mind a blank slate.
Because she had no comparison, she didn't know what it felt like for other couples to kiss. But with Rong Jingyang, one kiss was all it took to render Du Ruoxin helpless.
Every time he kissed her, all her bad temper would surrender.
There was no other way; her body was lost to him.
In the past, whenever they argued, a kiss, a hug, a peck would make her respond with the most fervent passion, like a puppy seeing its owner.
The couple would then "make up."
But this time was different. Rong Jingyang had taken her heart and allowed another woman to trample it on the ground, to crush it repeatedly and ruthlessly.
Du Ruoxin felt a pang of pain in her heart. "Rong Jingyang..."
The business car pulled up to a pharmacy. The man whispered in her ear, "Wait for me."
Du Ruoxin looked at him, confused. She saw him enter the pharmacy and then emerge shortly after.
"?"
As Du Ruoxin was wondering, Rong Jingyang held a tube of ointment.
Understanding what he intended to do, she reached out to snatch it. "I'll apply it myself."
Despite having been intimate with Rong Jingyang many times, she was still shy.
Rong Jingyang didn't give her the right to refuse. He directly restrained her and made her lie on his lap.
Du Ruoxin: "..."
Could she sue him for sexual harassment?
The gentler the man was, the more Du Ruoxin's heart felt like it was being pierced by needles.
Don't be so good to me.
Isn't it better to part amicably, to break up peacefully?
Du Ruoxin sniffled. She was afraid that if he was too good, she would compromise without limits, and in the end, even lose her dignity.
[No!]
[Du Ruoxin, how can you share a man with another woman?]
She never wanted to be involved in the catfights between mistresses and wives that were common in wealthy families.
If she couldn't win her husband's heart, it was because she wasn't good enough, because she had lost.
Therefore, she would let go.
"Rong Jingyang."
"Mm?"
"Do you have a heart?"
"..."
The man didn't answer her, remaining silent.
Du Ruoxin let out a cold, mocking laugh. "So, wanting your heart is a luxury?"
This time, he didn't remain silent.
But his words struck her heart more profoundly than silence. "Does it matter?"
The three words, cold and devoid of any warmth, cruelly shattered Du Ruoxin's forced composure.
It doesn't matter!
It doesn't matter at all!
How ridiculous she was to foolishly wish for his heart?
Du Ruoxin despaired. She clenched her fists tightly, not feeling the pain of her nails digging into her flesh. She only managed to say hoarsely with all her might, "Rong Jingyang, what will it take for you to agree to a divorce?"
The man's fingertips paused, his aura becoming sharp. "Don't even think about it!"
He had said that in this life, there would only be widowhood, not divorce.
Du Ruoxin closed her eyes, hiding all her pain. "Even if we torment and hurt each other, you won't leave?"
Rong Jingyang said confidently, "You can't hurt me."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
The conceited man continued to poke at her heart and dig at her bones. "Du Ruoxin, be good and be my Mrs. Rong."
"Stop throwing tantrums."
"You'll be the only one getting hurt."
What kind of nonsense was that?
Du Ruoxin was so frustrated she felt like spitting blood. Why would she be the only one getting hurt? And where did he get the American confidence that she would eagerly seek abuse?
Suddenly, Du Ruoxin felt like a joke, a complete and utter joke.
Rong Jingyang's heart wasn't with her. No matter what she did, he wouldn't care, and she truly couldn't hurt him.
So, was she destined for tragedy?
Rong Jingyang finished applying the ointment and straightened her up. They faced each other, his dark eyes holding a hint of danger. "Have you watched AV?"
This was a matter of principle.
Du Ruoxin was frightened by the man's cold and chilling aura, freezing and not daring to move.
Rong Jingyang's fierce and ferocious demeanor at this moment reminded her of someone, a man she had been avoiding for nearly three years.
Actually, she had only watched it once.
A friend had taken her to watch it.
At the time, she didn't know what men and women did when they took off their clothes, and she stared at the TV screen with curiosity.
Then, "he" came in.
He smashed the TV and raged at everyone.
Later, her friend disappeared.
Du Ruoxin knew that her friend had been killed by "him."
"I..." She felt guilty and didn't know what to say, her mind becoming a muddled mess.
She couldn't understand why Rong Jingyang would ask her this question.
It was so strange.
Could it be that Rong Jingyang liked to watch?
Then why was he so fierce and forbade her from watching?
No, apart from that hazy memory, she hadn't watched it again.
Rong Jingyang didn't notice the woman's dramatic inner monologue. He directly took out her phone, rolled down the car window, and handed it to a shadow guard who had appeared stealthily—Mu Li.
"Clean up Madam's phone. Delete anything inappropriate."
"Child mode."
The few concise words of command carried the man's irrefutable dominance.
Du Ruoxin's eyes widened, and she looked at him with great horror. Child, child, mode?
"Rong Jingyang, I'm an adult, not a child."
However, her protest was in vain.
Du Ruoxin's high-tech smartphone, after this stubborn defiance, turned into a children's phone suitable for playing by children under ten years old.
She: "—"
She really wanted to admit her mistake, to surrender!