After nearly 40 hours of flying, Rong Jingyang felt so sick he could barely stand.
Why had he rushed to Europe without even confirming where the person was?
In his 26 years of life, this was the first time Rong Jingyang had acted so recklessly, so irrationally.
He hadn't even had time to fully consider the reasons behind his actions. As soon as he landed, he immediately headed to the farm.
It was just past seven in the morning, and a light rain began to fall from the misty sky.
The farm gates were wide open, as if specifically awaiting them. A sense of impending danger, like a trap set to lure him in, struck Rong Jingyang.
But he couldn't afford to think about that. His wife was here. Even if it was a trap, even if it was a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, he would charge in without hesitation.
Before the car had even come to a complete stop, he extended his long legs and jumped out.
"Du Ruoxin!"
Before Rong Jingyang could utter a second word, dozens of bodyguards emerged from all sides, surrounding him and his car.
"Mr. Rong, please," one of the bodyguards said.
Rong Jingyang led the way, with Mu Li and Lin Xuanyao following closely behind.
The bodyguards led them into a secret room.
"Bang—"
The sound of the door slamming shut made Rong Jingyang's dark eyes narrow. Was this... a fight?
He scanned the dozen or so men in black and asked, "Where is Cristiano?"
The black-clad bodyguards didn't answer Rong Jingyang's question. Instead, they blocked the door together, then stood with their hands behind their backs, watching them with a ready stance.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
What did they mean, to wait for Cristiano here?
After a moment's hesitation, Rong Jingyang walked over to a sofa and sat down.
...
On the princess bed, over two meters wide, four women lay sprawled about. Some had arms dangling off the bed, others had legs hanging off the edge...
*Screech—*
A piercing screech of brakes cut through the air and into the room.
Miranda, whose sleep was always light, slowly opened her eyes.
"Ah—"
Her arm hurt terribly, as if it were broken.
It took Miranda a long while to free her leg. Rubbing her numb arm, she stumbled out of bed.
*Thump-thump-thump—*
Why were there so many trained footsteps?
Miranda was startled and quickly ran to the window. Because it was raining and foggy, she couldn't see their faces clearly, but she could vaguely make out that someone was being held captive.
Who was it?
Just as Miranda was wondering, a knock came at the door.
"Knock, knock—"
Miranda composed herself and walked to the door. "Who is it?"
A servant respectfully replied from outside, "Sir requests Miss Du to come over."
"Got it."
Miranda woke Du Ruoxin. "Ruoxin, wake up. Cristiano is looking for you."
Du Ruoxin was fast asleep and didn't want to deal with anyone.
She turned over and continued sleeping.
Miranda sighed. "Sister, if you don't get up soon, Cristiano might come in and carry you."
Everyone knew that Cristiano was like an emperor or a king, unable to tolerate the slightest defiance.
Seeing that she still wouldn't wake up, Miranda had no choice but to pinch her nose.
"Ah—"
Du Ruoxin couldn't breathe. She opened her groggy eyes. "Miranda, what's wrong? I want to sleep more."
Miranda frowned. "Cristiano is looking for you."
"Ah?" Du Ruoxin wailed, covering her head with the blanket. "I'm not going. Just say I have a headache."
Miranda: "..."
Fine, whatever makes you happy.
A few minutes later, not seeing Du Ruoxin, Cristiano had someone use a key to open the door and brazenly walk into the girls' bedroom.
He scooped her out of the blankets and held her in his arms.
Du Ruoxin was startled and her eyes snapped open.
Good heavens!
How terrifying!
She jumped away. "Cristiano, how can you enter the girls' room!"
They weren't wearing bras, they—
Du Ruoxin's sleepiness was completely gone, replaced by shock.
The man looked at her wickedly. "Get dressed and come find me. Or, you don't have to?"
Du Ruoxin hugged her chest, glaring at him angrily. "Get out!"
Cristiano pursed his lips and chuckled. "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
Du Ruoxin: "!"
Damn it, can you not talk as if we're not close! Wearing swimsuits when we were kids, does that count?
I hadn't even developed then, how can you compare!
Ah!
Du Ruoxin almost coughed up blood from anger. "Get out! I... I'll come find you later!"
She wanted to say something threatening, but facing this face, she was truly helpless.
Du Ruoxin turned and slipped into the bathroom.
...
Rong Jingyang leaned back on the sofa, his mind a little hazy, his body heavy. After forty hours of continuous flying, he still hadn't recovered from the disorientation.
Suddenly, directly in front of him, the lights flared up.
More precisely, the wall projected an image of another bedroom.
Cristiano?
Cristiano, dressed in a black shirt, looked sinister and cold. He turned, facing Rong Jingyang's direction, and made a gesture of a killing blow.
Then, he gave a wicked smile.
Rong Jingyang shot to his feet, wanting to rush out the door.
But the bodyguards wouldn't allow it. They engaged Rong Jingyang and the others in a bare-handed fight.
"Looking to die!"
Rong Jingyang grunted. Although his body wasn't in peak condition, it was more than enough to deal with a few bodyguards.
With a grappling move, he pinned the opponent's arm, turned, and threw him!
The two sides fought fiercely, locked in a tense struggle.
Just as Rong Jingyang was about to reach the door, a glimpse of Du Ruoxin caught his eye.
"Brother, what do you need me for?" Du Ruoxin asked as she entered the room.
Cristiano sat on the bed and beckoned. "Come here."
Du Ruoxin stood still. She really didn't dare to get too close to her big brother; it was too risky.
"What is it? Just tell me."
Seeing her disobedience, Cristiano didn't get angry. He simply said calmly, "I'll have someone handle the divorce papers for you."
"As for Doudou—"
He paused deliberately.
Du Ruoxin's heart leaped into her throat. She felt a strange sense of unease. "It doesn't matter if I have custody of Doudou or not, as long as I can have visitation rights once a month."
Cristiano shook his head. "That won't do." His expression turned stern. "Doudou is your child, with the bloodline of our Rothschild family. He absolutely cannot be left to wander outside."
Du Ruoxin's heart sank. What did her big brother mean?
"I've already sent someone to the Rong family to pick up Doudou."
His indifferent tone sent a chill down Du Ruoxin's spine. "Pick up" clearly meant "snatch"!
She put on a long face. "Brother, you promised me..."
Cristiano frowned slightly. "I only promised not to pick him up yesterday."
But he hadn't said anything about today, tomorrow, or any day after.
Du Ruoxin: "!"
Isn't this just bullying! I feel so upset! I want to stab myself in the chest with a sword!
"Brother~~~" Her tone softened, and she pouted in complaint. "I haven't had enough fun yet. I don't want a tag-along following me."
Cristiano smiled faintly. "You play your games, I'll raise him."
*Pfft—*
Du Ruoxin felt as if she had been stabbed again.
"No..." Was her acting that bad? No matter how much she pretended to dislike Doudou, Cristiano didn't believe her at all.
Sighing, Du Ruoxin stopped pretending. She slowly approached him, deciding to negotiate. "Brother, I won't run away anymore, really, I promise I won't run again."
"What do I have to do for you to let Doudou go?"
"Let him go?" Her words were like a knife to the heart.
Cristiano pulled the woman's hand, flipped over, and pressed her down beneath him.
Du Ruoxin reflexively struggled, but his sinister voice, like a devil crawling from hell, pierced her brain with a chilling coldness. "Don't move."
"Xin'er, if you don't want me to do anything to Doudou, what do you have to negotiate with me?"
His fingertips traced her face, moving downwards, stopping at the woman's slender waist.
Seeing this scene, Rong Jingyang's brain went into overdrive!
"Du! Ruo! Xin!"
How dare she get into bed with another man in front of him?
Because of the scene projected on the wall that made his blood boil, Rong Jingyang's movements froze.
"Crack—"
He was struck to the ground with a palm.
"Creak—"
The bodyguard pressed his advantage, quickly and accurately twisting Rong Jingyang's arm.