Du Ruoxin led Rong Jingyang away from Cristiano, and the two stopped at a pavilion.
Seeing that Du Ruoxin didn't seem in a hurry to leave, the maid couldn't help but urge, "Miss Du, our young lady has been waiting for you for a long time."
Du Ruoxin looked at the maid and replied in fluent Hindi, "I need a first-aid kit."
The maid's mouth twitched—What, you shameless thief, do you expect me to get it for you?
Don't even think about it!
Just as Du Ruoxin was about to retort, Rong Jingyang took her hand and said softly, "It's alright, don't mind it."
To cry out in pain for a scratch? To need disinfection and bandaging?
What kind of man is that?
However, seeing the woman angry for him, and thinking of her scolding Cristiano for him, he was in a very good mood.
He couldn't help but curl his lips.
Du Ruoxin looked at his wound with concern, "But, it's bleeding."
At least it needs to be disinfected and simply treated.
The curve of Rong Jingyang's lips deepened further. He tugged at her hand and asked with a smile, "Mrs. Rong, how many languages do you actually know?"
Hindi was a minor language, and he hadn't expected her to know it.
Du Ruoxin was momentarily stunned—This... Rong Jingyang... was smiling?
She rarely saw him smile!
"All of them..." No! Du Ruoxin quickly controlled her fluttering heart and asked with a slight smile, "Mr. Rong, how many languages do you know?"
Rong Jingyang raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
Why was she asking him back?
"More than 30," he said.
Du Ruoxin said playfully, "Just a little less than you, Mr. Rong."
Rong Jingyang burst into laughter, "Haha!"
She really knew how to talk!
It no longer mattered how many languages Du Ruoxin knew; what was important was that she loved him dearly.
This realization made Rong Jingyang extremely happy.
For the first time ever, he laughed out loud.
He couldn't help but pull her into his arms possessively and kiss her cherry lips.
Du Ruoxin: "..."
Men really liked to hear nice words; they could be as happy as children with a little coaxing.
Why hadn't she coaxed him before?
Du Ruoxin began to reflect.
After a passionate kiss, Rong Jingyang released her, "Go and do your work. Come find me when you're done."
Du Ruoxin was dazed by the kiss, her mind unable to think, "Mm."
But her gaze fell upon Rong Jingyang's lips, smeared with her lipstick. She couldn't help but giggle.
Rong Jingyang also saw Du Ruoxin's disastrously messy lips.
He reached out.
Lin Xuanyao immediately handed him a tissue.
Rong Jingyang gently wiped it off her, bit by bit, with a focused and tender expression.
But what he said was possessive and unreasonable, "From now on, don't wear lipstick either!"
It affected the taste!
Du Ruoxin drooped her face, "—"
If she wasn't allowed to wear makeup or lipstick, would she still be able to face people?
Suddenly, Du Ruoxin remembered the unpleasantness before she left home and smiled, "Mr. Rong, you don't want me to wear makeup, is it because you don't want to get powder in your mouth when you kiss me?"
Rong Jingyang hummed in response, "Mm."
Du Ruoxin's heart bloomed with joy, "Then if I go out bare-faced every day, will you dislike me for not dressing up or tidying myself up? Will I not be stunning enough?"
Rong Jingyang gave her a cold glance, "Stunning women are everywhere, but you are the only one who is my wife."
In this world, women were divided into two categories for him—one was all other women, and the other was Du Ruoxin.
She was the only one he could remember.
Du Ruoxin grinned foolishly, "Mr. Rong, you've been saying a lot of sweet talk lately."
Rong Jingyang: ...He was just speaking the truth, how was that sweet talk?
Du Ruoxin wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes sparkling and full of anticipation, "I like it! I like it so much, so much!"
"Husband, can you say it every day?"