For some reason, words Miranda had spoken a year ago automatically popped into her mind, "This morning, I saw a car drive into the farm."
"Sister Xin, do you think it might be your husband, Rong Jingyang, looking for you?"
He had come to find her.
But she didn't believe it.
Rong Jingyang's leg—
It must have been broken by Cristiano.
No wonder Aunt Feng never mentioned Rong Jingyang to her, and no wonder Jing Shu hesitated to speak.
She finally understood.
However, at this moment, Du Ruoxin wished she had never understood.
How she wished Rong Jingyang was well, completely unharmed.
A mist of water gathered in her eyes, and Du Ruoxin's vision gradually blurred.
Rong Jingyang pressed the forward button on his right and came before her.
Taking her hand, he pulled her into his embrace.
Rong Jingyang encircled her slender waist with one arm and hooked her chin with the other, saying devilishly, "Sympathy? Or pity?"
[Woman, I don't need it!]
[Without my legs, I can still live very well!]
Rong Jingyang then cupped the back of her head and lowered his head, planting a punishing kiss on her lips.
"Mmm—"
Du Ruoxin's lips hurt from his bite.
Blood, along with her tears, mixed with the man's bodily fluids, was forcefully poured down her throat.
Her mouth was bleeding from Rong Jingyang's bite, but she didn't feel any pain.
Because her heart ached even more.
[Rong Jingyang, I'm sorry.]
[I didn't know you were here.]
[If I had known...]
[I would have fought to protect you, to prevent Cristiano from hurting you.]
Tears streamed down like rain.
They flowed more fiercely, soaking the chests of both of them.
Rong Jingyang pushed her away irritably, "Take away your tears, it's disgusting!"
Du Ruoxin was unexpectedly thrown against the coffee table, her back hitting it painfully, but the man's words hurt even more.
What did he mean by disgusting?
How was she disgusting to him?
Du Ruoxin clutched her waist and glared at him indignantly.
Rong Jingyang, however, pressed a button and turned away, leaving her with a heartless, indifferent back.
Du Ruoxin's expression froze, like an army poised for battle, only to have its supplies burned and water cut off the moment it entered the battlefield.
So—
Frustrating!
But looking at the man's upright posture, Du Ruoxin deflated again.
Rong Jingyang, such a strong and proud man, was now lame… How could he tolerate others pitying him?
Du Ruoxin quickly composed her facial expression and followed behind him.
To care for his sensitive heart and fragile male pride, Du Ruoxin cleared her throat and deliberately adopted a fierce tone, "Disgusting? Who told you to kiss me!"
"Did I hold a knife to your neck and force you?"
"Also, I'm divorced from you, Rong Jingyang, don't touch me."
The man didn't stop. He entered the bathroom in his wheelchair, "Is that so?"
Those two indifferent words, like the sinister grin of a devil, lingered in the air.
Du Ruoxin felt goosebumps rise on her skin. She didn't follow him into the bathroom, leaning against the doorway, and stopped.
While wiping her tears, she muttered inwardly: [You refuse to sign the divorce papers, what exactly do you want?]
[Rong Jingyang, if you don't love me, can't you just let me go?]
[I wish you happiness, and you wish me to remain single. Wouldn't that be wonderful?]
As she was silently grumbling, the man's roar came from the bathroom, "Du Ruoxin, come in!"
Du Ruoxin jumped, her actions preceding her thoughts as she obeyed the command, "What is it, what is it?"
If it weren't for his leg inconvenience, she wouldn't have come in!
Du Ruoxin rushed to Rong Jingyang's side and saw him stopped before the bathtub. Her eyes widened abruptly. Was he going to take a bath?
Um, did he need her help?
If he needed help, he should just say so. Why was he staring at her?
Du Ruoxin stared back with her beautiful eyes, "What are you looking at? Can't you speak?"
Hmph!
So you want to be arrogant with me!
Now—
It's inconvenient, isn't it? You have to rely on me now, right?
After feeling sad and upset, Du Ruoxin felt a little pleased. Although it was not proper, she couldn't control herself.
"Aren't you coming over?" Rong Jingyang's face turned as dark as coal.
This woman!
She'd gotten bold enough to laugh at him?!
Du Ruoxin said, "Oh," and walked closer to him, "Mr. Rong, how do you need my help?"
Since he didn't need her sympathy or pity, she would just—
Annoy him.
Annoy him terribly! And help him improve his blood circulation!
Rong Jingyang glanced at the bathtub, his entire aura as dense as the abyssal depths of the ocean, exerting a crushing pressure that could shatter a person.
But Du Ruoxin was not afraid at all.
No matter how stern, how ferocious, or how terrifying he was, in her eyes, he was still the most handsome and captivating man.
"Mr. Rong wants to take a bath? Just say so." She stepped into the bathtub, turned on the faucet, and then looked down at him, "Can you come in by yourself?"
The woman's unfriendly gaze made Rong Jingyang's temple throb. "Get out!"
Du Ruoxin: "—"
What kind of person is this?
If he calls her, she has to come? If he tells her to get out, she has to get out?
Du Ruoxin left the bathroom with a displeased expression, saying defiantly, "You're so hot-tempered. I'll go adjust the air conditioning outside and buy some Banlangen to cool down and reduce swelling."
Reduce what?
Rong Jingyang was momentarily stunned by the woman.
He unbuttoned his shirt, took off his white shirt, unbuckled his belt, and took off—
Rong Jingyang couldn't get up, and there were no crutches nearby, so he couldn't take off his pants. But to call Du Ruoxin in…
That foolish woman, did she really leave when he told her to get out?
*amp;amp;amp;%￥#@!
The person's face turned darker and darker.
Du Ruoxin lowered the temperature of the indoor central air conditioning, then opened the door and instructed the bodyguard to buy Banlangen.
Closing the door again, her feet seemed to move on their own, not controlled by her brain, and she went back to the bathroom door.
Eavesdropping.
"Bang—"
A sound of falling came from inside the bathroom. Du Ruoxin panicked and pushed the door open, rushing in, "Rong Jingyang."
Indeed, he had fallen to the floor.
Seeing the man slumped helplessly beside the bathtub, Du Ruoxin felt a pang of pain. He had gotten hurt like this because he came to find her, and she shouldn't have been angry with him.
"I'm sorry," Du Ruoxin apologized with a hoarse voice.
At this moment, she finally realized that this man, the man she once loved to the point of losing herself, loved to the point of madness, his legs—
Were truly injured.
Du Ruoxin reached out and tried to lift him from under his armpits.
But the man was too heavy, too substantial; she couldn't move him.
After several attempts, she still couldn't lift him.
Du Ruoxin's eyes turned red with sadness again, but she dared not cry, "I… I'll go call Mu Li."
Rong Jingyang, however, grabbed her hand, "Stupid woman, the crutches!"
"Ah?"
"Oh!"
A man as proud and conceited as Rong Jingyang, how could he allow his embarrassment to be seen by others?
Du Ruoxin quickly ran out, "Crutches, crutches, where are they?"
She searched the entire presidential suite and finally found them in the bedroom.
Du Ruoxin lovingly grabbed the crutches and ran back to the bathroom, "Here, for you."
Rong Jingyang gave her a sideways glance, his meaning clear—how stupid could she be, making him prop himself up with crutches himself?
Du Ruoxin felt a prickle under his gaze. She really hadn't served… a man with mobility issues before! She had no experience!
So she humbly asked, "Mr. Rong, what should I do?"
Rong Jingyang showed no kindness, "Get out!"