"Grace!"
Master Qin gritted his teeth, his eyes bulging with rage as he glared at the woman beneath him.
Grace struggled fiercely, kicking and flailing, but she couldn't break free from the man who was pressing down on her like a mountain. "Let go of me!"
"Qin Yunxi, let me go!"
Get lost!
She hated his touch!
Qin Yunxi gripped her tightly, "You're my wife!"
His woman, why couldn't he touch her?
Grace's eyes, filled with disgust, pricked the pride of the man. He leaned down and bit her neck.
"Ah—"
Grace felt a sharp pain in her neck. She tried to resist, but she couldn't match his strength.
She—
Tonight... she couldn't escape...
Even if she was...
Grace closed her eyes, refusing to show any hint of vulnerability or fear. At worst, she would consider herself violated by a beast.
However, just as she prepared to be trampled, Qin Yunxi crawled off her.
"What's wrong with me!"
It was unclear if he was scolding her or himself.
The man stormed out of the room in a huff.
"Bang," he slammed the door shut, his nose practically steaming with anger.
This was unbelievable!
That ungrateful, stubborn woman, why was he so determined to marry her?
Just now—
If he had forced himself on her—
No one could have stopped him!
But, Qin Yunxi ultimately couldn't bear it, couldn't bear to see her cry, couldn't bear to make her sad.
He owed her from a past life!
Damn it!
His hand hurt!
Master Qin left in a furious rage, but after only a few steps, he turned back with a stomp of his feet.
"Bang bang bang!"
The man pounded on the door vigorously, roaring, "I came to get my underwear!"
Yes, he had come to get his underwear. Who knew that Grace, that stubborn woman, would try to murder her husband.
He was angry!
Grace lay on the bed, her body trembling uncontrollably with fear.
The lingering fear of escaping a tiger's jaws left her completely limp.
【What underwear?】
Grace's mind was blank.
"It's in your bag!" Qin Yunxi roared again. "The underwear I bought is in your bag!"
"The cashier..."
Before he could finish, Grace opened the door and threw the bag at him.
"Thump!"
She closed the door and locked it.
Qin Yunxi's expression froze. He stared at the underwear scattered on the floor, then after a long moment, he sheepishly touched his nose.
He sighed.
He quietly picked them up, then silently turned and disappeared.
—
After Du Ruoxin agreed to "marry" Christiano, she felt a knot in her stomach, a sickening discomfort.
It tormented her to the point where she wished she could die.
Was it because the little one in her belly knew she was disappointed in his father and planned to marry someone else, thus protesting?
Upon returning to the manor, Du Ruoxin feigned discomfort and retreated to her bedroom, not wanting to eat dinner, only wanting to lie down.
Let the storms rage and the chaos unfold outside; she would have her peace.
"Sigh~"
The wedding was tomorrow?
Would Father and her stepmother agree?
Probably not.
Especially her stepmother—
How could she allow her to covet her proud son?
Du Ruoxin lay on the bed, actually hoping that Mona could dissuade Christiano from his mad idea.
So annoying!
The Duke and Duchess returned home that evening, and the family, along with the Rong couple, had dinner together.
"Where is Ruoxin?" Francis, not seeing his daughter, refused to start the meal. "Why isn't she here?"
Christiano said, "She has a cold and is resting in her room."
Francis stood up and walked out. "Is that so?"
He instructed a servant to fetch some light congee and then went to his daughter's room.
"Ruoxin, are you sick?" Francis approached the bed and stared at his pale daughter, his heart aching. "Where do you feel unwell?"
Du Ruoxin called out "Daddy" before sitting up, her voice laced with guilt. "I'm fine, just a little cold. I'll be better after a night's rest."
Francis, still worried, placed the tray on the bedside table and reached out to feel her forehead. "It's alright, no fever."
Du Ruoxin said awkwardly, "I'm really fine."
Francis picked up a bowl, scooped some vegetable congee, and handed it to Du Ruoxin. "Is it a cold, or are you pregnant?"
"Why do I feel like you're avoiding seeing Mr. and Mrs. Rong?"
"It's alright, if you really don't want to see them, I'll have them thrown out right now!"
Du Ruoxin, who had just taken a sip of congee, was choked by her father's words.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Francis quickly patted his daughter's back. "Slow down, don't choke."
Du Ruoxin wiped her mouth and looked at her father. "Daddy, during the years I spent at the Rong family's, my father-in-law and mother-in-law treated me very well."
"With them protecting me, no one dared to bully me."
"You are not allowed to give them a cold shoulder."
Throw them out?
Her father was truly—
"Okay, okay, no cold shoulder, no cold shoulder." Francis indulged his daughter in everything. As long as someone was good to his daughter, he would be good to them.
But if they weren't good, hmph hmph hmph!
The old Duke's expression turned fierce. "Daughter, that brat, Rong Jingyang, has also come to our house."
"But he treated you poorly, so I've locked him in the backyard."
"Tell me, how did he treat you poorly?"
His daughter's attitude and her words would determine whether he beat Rong Jingyang three times a day or five times.