Du Ruoxin heard the screech of brakes and a familiar voice calling her name, and her tears suddenly stopped.
Rong Jingyang?
Not wanting him to see her weakness, she quickly wiped away her tears.
"You—"
Rong Jingyang turned to the woman, and his icy gaze faltered when it met her red-rimmed eyes. "Crying?"
Du Ruoxin turned her eyes away. "No."
She would never admit to being so spineless.
Du Ruoxin steeled herself, her eyes sharpening. "Mr. Rong, you're in such a hurry. Is Ai Wei blind? Or dead?"
"Since we're acquainted, may I ask if you need me to send her a coffin?"
Rong Jingyang: "..."
This woman!
The sliver of pity in his heart vanished instantly. He gripped her chin, his expression growing even more somber. "Mrs. Rong, mind your manners."
Du Ruoxin stared at the man's perfect, handsome face. Although he looked like he could shatter her, her heart couldn't help but race.
Rong Jingyang was too handsome.
His deep, almost magical black eyes, his high nose, his cold yet sexy lips...
No, she couldn't be mesmerized by him.
One more second of looking, and Du Ruoxin had no doubt her integrity would plummet again.
She turned her head and pouted. "My manners are excellent. Didn't I just say 'may I ask'?"
"Also, I've decided. I'm divorcing you."
"I'm no longer Mrs. Rong."
Divorce?
The woman's words caused a flicker of shock in Rong Jingyang's eyes.
He... hadn't misheard?
Du Ruoxin wanted to divorce him?
This woman who loved him to the point of losing herself, who was even willing to die for him, wanted a divorce?
The shock lasted only a moment before Rong Jingyang dismissed it.
Du Ruoxin had pursued him for five years, using every means possible, even sacrificing her most prized reputation to end up in his bed.
She...
How could she leave him?
Therefore, Du Ruoxin saying this was just to escape punishment, just to play coy with him.
Rong Jingyang said with a cold and indifferent expression, "Du Ruoxin, tantrums have their time and place. Your behavior today—"
"Am I a shrew?" Du Ruoxin bitterly finished for him.
"What?"
"There's a woman flirting with my husband, and I didn't throw sulfuric acid at her, didn't strip her clothes, didn't beat her to death. That's because I have high cultivation."
Rong Jingyang: "—"
How did that sound like the behavior of a hooligan?
She...
Wasn't she always elegant, gentle, understanding, and well-read?
Rong Jingyang was stunned by her fierce demeanor.
"Rong Jingyang, I'm telling you, I'm not just a shrew today, but every day from now on."
"Anyone who dares to approach within a meter of you, I'll kill them!"
No.
She had already decided to divorce him, so why was she making threats?
Du Ruoxin pouted, slightly disgusted with her own bluntness.
[For the rest of my life, Mr. Rong, you can be with whomever you wish. I don't care.]
[I—]
[Will set you free.]
Rong Jingyang's initially shocked gaze turned contemptuous upon hearing her words.
This woman was too cunning. What scheme was she hatching now?
He forcefully made her look at him. "Look at me when you speak!"
Du Ruoxin unexpectedly met the man's deep, cold ink-black eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.
No, she couldn't look at him. Once she saw his incredibly handsome face, she instantly lost her temper.
Her love for him over the past seven years couldn't just be abandoned.
At least, her reason told her to quit, but her heart was out of control.
She turned her eyes away again.
Although she was still making threats, her tone softened slightly, like a final struggle. "I won't look. You're too handsome, and I'll say things I don't mean!"
"..."
Rong Jingyang's stern gaze softened slightly at the sudden confession.
As expected, Du Ruoxin was still Du Ruoxin.
He curved his lips, his voice magnetic and low. "I won't hold you accountable for burning down the house, but you must apologize to Ai Wei."
Du Ruoxin's chest tightened. Rong Jingyang, you've had enough. You always know how to trample on my dignity and ravage my heart.
If only I could defeat you...
The strong grip on her wrist, preventing her from breaking free, made Du Ruoxin realize that Rong Jingyang was determined to make her apologize.
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the heart-wrenching pain, she said softly, "I'm tired of walking. Get in the car."
Rong Jingyang pulled her towards the passenger seat.
Du Ruoxin squatted down, preventing him from pulling her. "Here." She pointed to the suitcase placed to the side. "Move it into the car."
Rong Jingyang glanced at it and, without hesitation, walked to the suitcase and placed it in the trunk.
Du Ruoxin watched his retreating back and took another deep breath.
For more than two years, he had kept his word, giving her consideration, money, and gifts... truly giving her everything a husband could give a wife.
Except for his heart.
Alas—
Giving him a deep look, Du Ruoxin sat in the driver's seat.
Goodbye, Rong Jingyang.
Goodbye, my marriage.
Goodbye, all my burning love.
After Rong Jingyang closed the trunk, Du Ruoxin stomped on the accelerator, and the sedan disappeared around the corner like an arrow from a bow.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
A cold, shocked, and surprised look flashed in his eyes, but finally, it turned into a hint of inquiry.
His wife, the obedient daughter who had maintained a "gentle and quiet" persona in front of him for seven years, seemed... different?
With a cold air, he took out his phone and called the butler, asking him to bring out a sports car. Then, he opened the phone's tracking system to locate Du Ruoxin.