"Is Rong Jingyang looking for me?"
Du Ruoxin's face immediately lit up with joy, but in the next second, it dimmed again.
"Impossible," she denied. "He doesn't love me, he doesn't care about me."
How could Rong Jingyang be looking for her? He was so sweet with Ai Wei, so intimate...
Hmph!
She didn't want to think about that careless man!
Miranda, seeing Du Ruoxin's resolute denial, had to swallow all her guesses.
After breakfast, a servant reported that they could board the plane.
Du Ruoxin and her sisters walked into the cabin, their conversation endless. However, a hidden heaviness lay beneath the smiles on their faces.
For some reason, ever since Miranda mentioned Rong Jingyang looking for her, Du Ruoxin had been distracted and uneasy.
That unease permeated every cell, making it impossible to ignore.
She couldn't help but glance around, not finding Cristiano's figure.
Du Ruoxin felt inexplicably flustered and abruptly looked at the bodyguard, "Where is sir? Why hasn't he boarded yet?"
The bodyguard replied, "Sir said to wait a few minutes."
Du Ruoxin grew more anxious, her hand unconsciously reaching into her bag, pulling out her phone, and dialing the eleven numbers etched into her very bones.
"Beep, beep, beep—"
Cristiano did not board the plane with Du Ruoxin. He got into a sightseeing car and went to the cell where Rong Jingyang was being held.
"Master, he's already unconscious."
Rong Jingyang, Mu Li, and Lin Xuanyao had all been knocked unconscious and left lying on the ground.
Cristiano nodded, letting out a soft "Hmm."
Trevor immediately opened the door.
A pungent smell of blood filled the entire room, reminiscent of a Japanese secret police prison during the Anti-Japanese War, stained with blood and reeking of decaying flesh.
Cristiano walked up to Rong Jingyang and kicked him with his toe.
He didn't move.
A grown man, beaten unconscious, clearly not lightly injured.
Cristiano kicked Rong Jingyang again, who was lying on the ground in an extremely bizarre posture, with one limb broken on each side.
Very good!
Cristiano looked at him with fierce eyes.
Then, he spread his hands.
Trevor respectfully handed him the latest developed silenced pistol.
Cristiano cocked the hammer, preparing to shoot Rong Jingyang in the head, when suddenly, his phone rang.
"Rong Jingyang, your wife is calling, pick it up quickly."
"She'll be sad if you don't answer."
"One, two, three, here we go."
"Such a passionate Aries, so kind and abstract, such a perfect her, yet her whereabouts are unknown, my heart is so empty, it's almost losing its shape..."
Du Ruoxin's sweet, cooing voice and her refreshing singing filled the air.
Cristiano's pupils froze.
Du, Ruo, Xin!
Didn't she say she hated Rong Jingyang, that she despised him? Why would she specially record this particular ringtone for him?
Cristiano was jealous, not only jealous, but his face was twisted into a terrifying expression.
Rong Jingyang, go to hell!
As long as Rong Jingyang was dead, Xin'er would forever belong to him.
He had a lifetime to make her fall in love with him slowly.
Cristiano pulled the trigger—
"Brother, I miss you so much, I really miss you. Do you miss me..."
At the critical moment, Cristiano's phone rang in the air, and he said, "—"
Knowing it was Xin'er calling, he put down the gun and slid to the green button.
Du Ruoxin's anxious voice came through the wireless waves, "Brother, where are you?"
Cristiano's tone was cold, "Getting something."
"Oh." Du Ruoxin's heart hung in the air, as if it might shatter at any moment. "Um, there's something I forgot to tell you."
"Say it."
"Rong Jingyang is too much of a scoundrel. If he refuses to sign the divorce papers, beat him up severely."
Cristiano: "..."
If I beat him, broke his arm and leg, would you be happy?
"But don't kill him."
Cristiano's blue eyes sharpened, his voice trailing upwards, "Hmm?"
Du Ruoxin said indignantly, "Rong Jingyang owes me something, and I want to get it back myself."
Something?
Cristiano raised his foot and walked around Rong Jingyang.
The "clack-clack-clack" of his leather shoes reached Du Ruoxin's ears, vibrating her nerves.
Big brother isn't speaking, I'm really a bit nervous!
After a few seconds, Cristiano's cold voice finally sounded again, "What is it?"
Du Ruoxin's heart sank. "You wouldn't want to know."
Cristiano: "Speak!"
His command was irrefutable.
Du Ruoxin leaned back against the seat, her voice hoarse, "Pride."
"My pride."
Marrying Rong Jingyang, in order to gain his love, she had argued, fussed, humbled herself, begged, cried...
Du Ruoxin had long forgotten how carefree and unburdened she used to be.
Cristiano listened to the woman's silent vulnerability, and his heart ached slightly.
"Okay," he replied.
After hanging up the phone, Cristiano pulled the trigger and fired at Rong Jingyang.
However, this time, he did not aim for his head, but pulled the trigger towards his leg.
[Rong Jingyang, for Xin'er's sake, I'll spare your life.]
He waited, anticipating Rong Jingyang kneeling before Xin'er, begging for forgiveness.
Just thinking about that scene...
Cristiano felt very excited!
Bending down, he took out Rong Jingyang's phone from his pocket, told the servant to destroy its storage function, and to forever forbid Rong Jingyang from using Du Ruoxin's voice as his ringtone.
Then, he left indifferently.
Du Ruoxin stared at the "beep, beep, beep" busy signal until it disappeared, then let out a heavy sigh of relief.
Miranda gently embraced her, "Don't worry, Rong Jingyang will be fine."
"Cristiano won't kill him."
Silly girl, you still care, you're still worried...
Why pretend to be indifferent?
Du Ruoxin buried her face in her friend's chest, her emotions low, "Mm."
E City, she would return.
Doudou was here, her mother was here, she was a native Chinese. Once the research was complete,
She would reappear with a new identity.