Bitch!
Her husband wasn't that detestable scumbag, no!
If you spout more nonsense and twist facts, believe it or not, I'll slap you to death!
Du Ruoxin thought of raising her hands to send Ai Wei flying, but her own two hands and two feet felt frozen, unable to move an inch.
"I know you won't believe me," Ai Wei said with a dejected expression. "I didn't believe it at first either."
"Until I went to the hospital and asked the doctor..." Sniffling, Ai Wei added, "If you don't believe me, you can go to the orthopedic hospital, fifth floor, find Dr. Chen in the rehabilitation department. Jingyang's treatment is his responsibility."
Ai Wei had always known that Rong Jingyang was undergoing treatment for his leg injury.
She just didn't understand why he was doing it.
Too busy with work?
No time?
Whichever it was, it was perfect for her to exploit now.
Du Ruoxin's pupils trembled, "Doctor?"
Ai Wei wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and continued to fabricate a story with feigned sorrow, "A few days ago, didn't I provoke you again and make you unhappy?"
"Jingyang was angry with me and we had an argument. He said that men in the Rong family couldn't divorce and told me not to force him."
"Jingyang has been ignoring me these past few days, and I'm very scared."
"I only realized that, compared to marrying him and becoming the envied Mrs. Rong, what pained me more was losing him, living without him."
"The night before last, I saw him drunk and slumped in a bar, and my heart ached."
"After struggling all night, I came to a realization."
"I don't want to torment him, nor do I want to torment myself."
"So yesterday, before dawn, I called him."
"Ruoxin..." Ai Wei suddenly grabbed Du Ruoxin's hand and said with relief, "I won't fight you for the position of Mrs. Rong anymore."
"Jingyang said he's sending me to America to be the deputy director of the Construction Bureau."
"You shouldn't force him, don't make things difficult for him."
"I can see that it's not just Mrs. Rong who likes you, Jingyang also has feelings for you."
"He doesn't want to lose either of us."
"If you hadn't invited me for tea today, I would have come to say goodbye anyway."
"Jingyang has booked the tickets, and I'm leaving tomorrow."
"I will never appear before you again, and I will never bother you again."
"Ruoxin..."
Ai Wei looked at Du Ruoxin with a pleading gaze, tears streaming down her face like water. She begged, "Can I ask you, to let Jingyang belong to me for a while when he's in the US?"
"In any other place, Jingyang belongs to you, and I won't fight you for him."
"I beg you..."
As she spoke, Ai Wei fell to her knees with a thud.
The sound of her knees hitting the tiles was like a heartless mockery, bombarding Du Ruoxin's brain.
Ai Wei... what was she saying?
She was saying that yesterday morning... Rong Jingyang left so early... to find her?
She was saying that Rong Jingyang... was going to hide her in America?
She was saying...
Looking at the humble woman before her, who was begging with tears streaming down her face, Du Ruoxin felt a hole being gouged in her chest.
It hurt so much.
So much that her nerves went numb, and her mind scattered.
Like an emotionless robot, Du Ruoxin looked down at Ai Wei with icy eyes, "You want me to fulfill your wish?"
Ai Wei nodded, then shook her head, "No—"
"I won't fight you or compete with you anymore."
"The title of Mrs. Rong will always belong to you."
"Everything in the Rong family will also belong to you."
"I just—"
"Want to stay by Jingyang's side, want to love him, please..."
Before she could finish speaking, a loud slap echoed through the room.
"Slap!"
Du Ruoxin raised her hand and fiercely slapped Ai Wei across the face.
She looked at her, her eyes bloodshot with hatred and resentment, "Im-pos-si-ble!"
To agree to share a husband with Ai Wei, that was absolutely impossible!
Impossible even in death!