"Stop!"
"The Duke has not yet agreed to let you leave."
Two guns were pressed against Rong Jingyang's forehead.
He had been locked up again.
His Lordship: "..."
He hadn't seen his wife for a long time, and he felt inexplicably flustered!
Anxious!
Rong Jingyang pondered for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed his mother's number, "Mom, where are you?"
Feng Linwan: "The Rothschild family. I just took Doudou to dinner. What about you?"
Rong Jingyang: "Still busy."
Feng Linwan: "When are you coming over? I heard Ruoxin is sick."
Rong Jingyang: "Later."
Feng Linwan: "..."
How much later? He couldn't possibly show up after the whole family had gone to bed, could he?
That would be too impolite!
She wondered what her son was so busy with. Just as Feng Linwan was about to speak, Rong Jingyang said again, "I'll call you around eight o'clock. Don't leave."
Feng Linwan responded with an "Oh." Before she could say anything else, the call was met with a busy signal.
Her eyelids twitched, and she grumbled, "Busy, busy, busy. Always like a machine, only knows how to be busy!"
"Hmph!"
If he doesn't chase back his good daughter-in-law, I'll spank him until his backside is swollen!
Feng Linwan silently made a vow towards the screen.
After hanging up the phone, Rong Jingyang looked up at the sky with a hint of melancholy – it wasn't dark yet, so his planned surprise couldn't be revealed to Du Ruoxin.
Hurry up and get dark!
Hurry up and get dark!
Never before had Rong Jingyang wished for nightfall to arrive so eagerly.
—
Francis's easily spasming body finally returned to normal under the skilled massage of the technician. He was no longer in pain.
He shook his arms and hands, feeling invigorated.
At this moment, Mona walked in with dinner.
"Such a grown man, acting like a child," the Duchess couldn't help but tease after hearing the report from her subordinate. "Look at what you've done to yourself."
He had a fight with Rong Jianshen last night, and today he went to fight Rong Jingyang.
Did he think his old bones were made of diamond?
Francis chuckled dryly, took the food his wife brought, and said with a smile while eating, "She's my only precious daughter. Anyone who dares to upset Ruoxin will be beaten to a pulp!"
Mona rolled her eyes. "Alright, you're fierce." She paused. "Is he dead?"
Francis: "—"
"It's not like... " As fierce as he was just now, he was now that timid. "For the sake of my precious granddaughter, do I have to spare that scoundrel's life?"
"Otherwise, Doudou will hate me when she grows up."
Mona glanced at her husband, who was trying to save face, and didn't expose him.
In her opinion, he was just holding onto his anger and, unable to vent it, had picked Rong Jingyang, the easy target, to beat up mercilessly.
"Yes, you're right."
Mona replied absentmindedly and said nothing else. It wasn't until Francis finished his meal that she spoke again, "Have you noticed that Cristiano has changed since Ruoxin came back?"
Her eldest son's obsessive possessiveness towards Du Ruoxin made her uneasy.
Francis looked a little confused. "What?"
Mona: "It's just..."
How could she bring herself to say it? Her own son...
Mona's face turned ashen. Just as she was thinking about how to phrase it, Cristiano's tall figure walked in. "Daddy, Mommy, I have something to tell you."
Mona seemed to have anticipated what her son was about to say, and her face instantly turned pale. "I don't want to hear it!"
Francis, still oblivious, asked, "What is it?"
Huh? Why did his wife's expression change so suddenly?
As the couple exchanged glances, Cristiano ignored his mother's reluctance and declared his intention:
"I want to marry Xin'er."