Du Ruoxin put her daughter in the car, buckling her seatbelt as she comforted her, "Really? Dou Dou has such a temper?"
Rong Dou Dou crossed her arms, her voice haughty, "Hmph, I don't care, Daddy is bad, I won't forgive him!"
Mommy wouldn't let her complain to Grandma, so she'd secretly complain at kindergarten later, hehehe~~~
"Then..." Du Ruoxin looked at her daughter, "Should we punish Daddy tonight? Make him redeem himself?"
"Does Dou Dou want to think about how to punish Daddy?"
This seemed like a good idea?
Rong Dou Dou's eyes immediately lit up, "Yay, punish Daddy, punish him by..."
How should she punish him?
She had to think carefully!
"Be a horse, I want to ride for half an hour."
*Pfft—*
Du Ruoxin imagined Rong Jingyang kneeling on all fours, being bossed around by her daughter, and burst into laughter.
But then, she frowned, "But Daddy's leg is injured, he can't be a horse."
Rong Dou Dou was clearly a little disappointed, "Aww—"
Her little head thought and thought for a long time, then her eyes suddenly brightened, "Then punish Daddy to be a statue, and I'll paint him like a calico cat."
Du Ruoxin was stunned, "Ah?"
What was this about?
Why didn't she know? She couldn't keep up with her daughter's thoughts!
Rong Dou Dou explained, "Once Grandpa made Grandma angry, and Grandma ignored Grandpa. Grandpa was almost crying."
"Then Grandpa became a statue, and held a really, really big..." the little girl said, gesturing with her hands, "big brush, and asked Grandma to paint on Grandpa with the brush."
"He even said to draw a turtle."
"Grandma immediately laughed."
Du Ruoxin: (⊙_⊙)?
Uh—
So her father-in-law was so good at flirting, so good at making girls happy.
No wonder her mother-in-law was always so happy. Even though she was almost fifty, she still looked like a girl in her twenties.
Du Ruoxin was envious!
But, thinking of her own husband...
Du Ruoxin shook her head, shook her head, shook her head vigorously.
Why were both men from the Rong family, both inherited from the same lineage, so vastly different, ten thousand miles apart?
Could it be a gene mutation?
Was Rong Jingyang a freak?
"Okay!" Du Ruoxin said with a hint of resentment, "Paint him like a calico cat! Turn your Daddy into a calico cat!"
"If he doesn't agree, we'll go tell Grandma!"
Cough, cough, cough!
Sometimes, for the sake of family harmony, complaining was unavoidable.
The two, one big and one small, reached an agreement and happily high-fived to seal their pact.
After Du Ruoxin dropped her daughter off at kindergarten, she turned back to the nanny van. She lowered the seat, squinted her eyes, and relaxed as she took out her phone to call Rong Jingyang.
"Ring, ring, ring—"
After several rings, the man's deep and magnetic voice came through, "What is it?"
Hearing those three words, Du Ruoxin immediately became unhappy, "Can't I call you for no reason? Or is Mr. Rong so busy with state affairs that he needs an appointment to be seen?"
His Lordship: "—"
Silence fell on both ends of the line.
Du Ruoxin waited for a few seconds, but didn't hear the man's voice, only a heavy sigh.
Pursing her lips, she suppressed her inner anger and asked in a low voice, "Is Mr. Rong busy? Is it convenient for you to talk?"
Rong Jingyang: "Speak."
A cold, single word, devoid of any emotion.
To the woman's ears, it carried a chilling indifference and distance.
Alas!
Were they, as husband and wife, truly drifting apart?
Du Ruoxin bit her lower lip, her throat tightening slightly, "Last night, why did you splash vinegar all over me?"