No!
He was no longer her husband!
She no longer loved this man!
She couldn't fall for his gentleness, nor his possessiveness.
As if stimulated, Du Ruoxin pushed Rong Jingyang away violently.
But Rong Jingyang's iron arms held her tightly, like a cage. She only managed to lift herself slightly before being pressed back onto his lap.
"Rong Jingyang, let me go!"
Du Ruoxin roared.
Rong Jingyang was baffled by her sudden outburst of anger, finding it inexplicable. However, it didn't hinder his bone-setting.
With a "crack," he reset Du Ruoxin's arm.
"Ah!" A sudden wave of sharp pain hit her, and Du Ruoxin screamed in agony.
Rong Jingyang coaxed in a low voice, "Try moving it. Is it better?"
Du Ruoxin: I don't want to move! I don't want to look!
An unknown fire ignited within her, and she beat at him with her hands, "Let me go! Let me go!"
[Rong Jingyang... don't provoke me... please...]
[Stay far away from me...]
The man not only didn't let go but tightened his grip—her arm was healed? She was fine.
Being able to hit him proved she was no longer in pain.
Rong Jingyang held Du Ruoxin tightly, burying his face in her neck. The anxiety and trepidation of the entire day were finally released at this moment.
"Wife, don't leave me."
"I love you, and I don't want to lose you."
"Come back to me, okay?"
"Whatever you want, my heart, I'll give it to you."
"But why didn't you catch it properly? Why... did you twist it?"
How he wished he could speak these words, how he longed to tell her how much he loved her.
But every declaration of love caught in his throat, burning his nerves, yet he couldn't utter a single word.
At this moment, if Du Ruoxin responded even a little, just a tiny bit, he would have confessed his love loudly, without reservation or hesitation.
"Rong Jingyang! What's wrong with you!" Du Ruoxin was held fast, her anger growing. "Are you sick?!"
The woman, unaware of his inner turmoil, her disgusted curses extinguished the hope burning in his heart completely.
It was utterly destroyed.
[Sigh—]
Rong Jingyang sighed inwardly, but even though she detested him, he didn't want to let go.
Let time freeze at this moment. She still belonged to him, she was still in his arms, she—was still his wife.
Cristino's entire body tensed, like a bomb ready to explode. He watched Rong Jingyang holding Du Ruoxin, watched Rong Jingyang set her bone.
But after setting it, he still didn't release her.
How dare he hold Xin'er... and get aroused???
Cristino was furious.
He snatched the gun from Trevor's hand and pointed it directly at Rong Jingyang's forehead, "Let go!"
He would pull the trigger!
Don't force him!
Rong Jingyang stiffened his back, but before he could speak, Du Ruoxin's sharp voice rang out first, "Cristino, how dare you!"
"Throw the gun away!"
"I hate seeing you with a gun!!!"
Cristino: "..."
Du Ruoxin continued to threaten, "I'll count to three. If you don't drop it, I'll go back to America immediately!"
"Three!"
"Bang—"
Cristino's actions were faster than his thoughts. He ejected the shell and threw the handgun away.
His movements were so swift and practiced that it left onlookers stunned.
Rong Jingyang was also shocked by this scene. Was Du Ruoxin this formidable? That pervert Cristino actually obeyed?
However, his schadenfreude was short-lived as retribution soon befell him.