Rong Jingyang abruptly pulled the woman, who was firing like a machine gun, away. A fervent and lingering kiss spread from their lips to their tongues.
It was aggressive.
Du Ruoxin had been resisting, struggling.
But she couldn't break free from his restraint, her limbs feeling shackled by iron chains, subjected to his abuse.
"Rong Jingyang, you bastard!"
"Why are you so cruel to me in business, so heartless to our daughter, and now you act as if nothing happened, wanting to kiss me, wanting to have me?"
"What do you take me for?"
"A plaything for your amusement?"
Du Ruoxin harbored a belly full of fire and anger. Seizing the moment he released her, she bit down on his shoulder.
"Mmm—"
The man grunted, but he stopped his actions, allowing her to vent her fury.
After biting for an unknown duration, Du Ruoxin felt a腥 and salty liquid in her mouth.
Blood?
She had made Rong Jingyang bleed?
Du Ruoxin released her teeth and wiped the blood in her mouth onto his white shirt.
Rong Jingyang's slender fingers, with their distinct joints, gently stroked the woman's back, his voice hoarse, "Are you calmer now?"
For some reason, Du Ruoxin instantly felt wronged. She hugged him and accused in a low voice, "Rong Jingyang, you bully me, you only know how to bully me!"
Taking advantage of her incurable love for him, her soft heart and lack of temper, her complete inability to resist him…
"Rong Jingyang, does your conscience not ache when you bully a woman who loves you so much?"
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Sweet-talking and coaxing women was not his forte.
He could only stroke her back, following her breathing, like pacifying a startled tiger.
"If you don't love me, why don't you divorce me?" Du Ruoxin leaned softly into his embrace, her voice thick with helplessness and bewilderment.
She was afraid.
Afraid that over time, unable to leave him, increasingly dependent on him, she would eventually compromise to his philandering.
Even more afraid that one day, a mistress would bring their illegitimate child into their home, seeking recognition.
Even if her mother-in-law doted on her, facing a grandchild left out in the cold, her mother-in-law would surely be unable to be heartless.
At that time, the mistress would not only share her husband but also the doting of her mother-in-law.
No—
"Rong Jingyang, let me go, please?" Du Ruoxin practically begged.
Begging him not to make her so humble, begging him not to let her lose her last shred of pride.
Rong Jingyang, unaware of the woman's wild thoughts, held her hand and caressed it, "Divorce, where do you want to go?"
Du Ruoxin's heart skipped a beat. Hearing him say that, had he finally agreed to divorce?
But why, though she should have felt relieved, did her heart ache even more?
It felt as if her entire heart had been churned by a grinder, mangled and bloody.
Du Ruoxin's pain was so intense she forgot to breathe, "Anywhere."
As long as she could leave a place where he was, she and their daughter would surely live well.
"Hmm?" The man hooked her chin, uttering a soft sound of surprise.
However, upon seeing Du Ruoxin's eyes filled with tears, her effort to hold them back, Rong Jingyang shook his head, "Du Ruoxin, since you can't bear to leave me, why do you keep talking about divorce?"
Can't we just live a good life?
Can't you just be his Mrs. Rong?
Must you wound yourself so deeply, bathing in tears, to feel a sense of existence?
Rong Jingyang truly couldn't understand what women thought about all day.
"I—" Du Ruoxin was choked by his words.
She didn't not bear to leave him!
She just—
She just liked to cry, so what!
Seven years of youth, seven years of effort, only to be met with scars, who wouldn't cry?
Du Ruoxin stubbornly wiped away her tears, "It's none of your business whether I can bear to leave or not, it's none of your business whether I live or die, it's none of your business whether I cry, just divorce me!"
Rong Jingyang: "..."
Du Ruoxin, are you sure you're not an elementary school student?
Are you sure you really want to divorce me?
Rong Jingyang stared at the woman's pretty face, which looked like she was playing house, and a curve spread from the corner of his lips.
"Don't you dare smile!" Du Ruoxin was furious. She was discussing serious matters with him, and he treated her like a three-year-old child?
Du Ruoxin straightened her back, reaching out to pinch his face, "Rong Jingyang, who gave you permission to smile!"
She ferociously pushed him onto the sofa.
But with a sudden twist, Rong Jingyang turned the tables, pressing down on her.
Du Ruoxin felt a bit flustered.
Staring at the man's devastatingly handsome face, she seemed to lose all her temper instantly.
"Du Ruoxin." He whispered her name.
"What!" the woman shouted.
No, she couldn't surrender just because he was too handsome.
Du Ruoxin forced herself to recall Rong Jingyang's cruelty in business; he was truly detestable.
But in the next second, one of his actions immediately broke through her defenses.
Rong Jingyang took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it.
He had never kissed her like this, never…
As Du Ruoxin's heartbeat uncontrollably quickened, a pang of sadness slid through her heart.
Yes, she couldn't bear it.
Rong Jingyang was right; she couldn't bear to divorce him, couldn't bear to leave him forever.
Otherwise, if she wanted to leave, who could stop her?
Rong Jingyang kissed her fingertips, then for a moment, placed her palm on his left chest, where a powerful heart was beating vigorously.
Du Ruoxin merely touched it lightly, and the rapid beat of his heart transmitted to her brain.
Huh?
What did he mean?
He wanted her to feel his heart, was he giving his heart to her?
Du Ruoxin dared not breathe, feeling a mix of apprehension, confusion, and disbelief as she stared at him.
"If—"
Rong Jingyang had just uttered two words when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
"Zzzzzzz—"
The strong vibration instantly annihilated the ambiguous atmosphere.
Rong Jingyang frowned, released Du Ruoxin.
Taking out his phone, he saw the caller ID was Ivy and immediately stood up, "Hello."
"A Jing—"
"Help!"
"Help!"
"I'm so scared, someone wants to kill me, woo woo woo—"
Rong Jingyang's expression changed drastically, his entire body radiating coldness, "Where are you?"
Ivy's frightened cry, "My home, ah—"
With a scream, Ivy's phone fell to the ground.
"Ivy!" Rong Jingyang's heart lurched, and he bolted, "Wait for me!"