"Mmm—"
The curse, abruptly silenced.
The man's lips met the woman's, who was raging in a frenzy.
Du Ruoxin: "What the—!!!!"
Bastard!
Son of a bitch!
What right did he have to kiss her!
Du Ruoxin was stunned by the man's audacity. She wanted to bite him, to bite him to death.
But Rong Jingyang seemed to anticipate her actions. He simply pressed his lips against hers, a stiff kiss, and then pulled away.
"Aow—"
Du Ruoxin opened her mouth to bite, but ended up biting her own tongue.
Ahhhhhh—
Pain! So painful! Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain.
That damned man! Rong Jingyang, you good-for-nothing, damned man!
Du Ruoxin's face contorted in pain. She felt like she had bitten herself until she bled, trembling all over from the agony.
The instigator, the esteemed Master Rong, felt no guilt whatsoever. He calmly released her, stepped back, and said, "Alright, you can take him now."
Du Ruoxin was furious, glaring at him with burning anger, "God—, hiss—"
Speaking hurt.
She covered her mouth with her hands.
"Rong! Jing! Yang!" Cristiano shouted, his eyes spitting fire.
Don't bully Xin'er!
Let her go!
Even though his entire body felt like it was falling apart, even though his legs were trembling, he forced himself to hold back a breath, as if expending his life force. He staggered to his feet.
"Let go—"
His feet were numb, his body lost its balance, and Cristiano was about to fall headfirst.
Du Ruoxin quickly supported him, "Brother."
Cristiano tightly shielded Du Ruoxin, his bloodshot eyes glaring at Rong Jingyang, "You, Rong Jingyang, only bully women? What kind of man are you!"
If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!
If he didn't beat him to death today, he would kill him!
Rong Jingyang raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed by Cristiano's provocation. His gaze, deep and profound, fell upon Du Ruoxin: "Du Ruoxin, you still owe me something. Once I get it back, we'll be even."
The woman in question: ...???
What did she owe him? She had no idea.
What was Rong Jingyang going crazy about!
Du Ruoxin's lips parted, wanting to roar, but the man had already turned and left.
Leaving behind such an unfathomable and perplexing statement, he disappeared into the darkness.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
Cristiano coughed violently, his grip on Du Ruoxin's hand tightening, trying to bring her back to her senses.
"Brother? Are you alright? Is it serious? Should I take you to the hospital!"
She supported her heavy, leaden brother, moving with difficulty.
Fortunately, Miranda ran in at this moment.
She had followed Du Ruoxin, but Xin Jie had run too fast, and she couldn't keep up, eventually losing her.
It wasn't until she saw the lights suddenly turn on and heard the roars from the attic that Miranda confirmed her direction and ran over quickly.
"Holy crap!"
What kind of plot is this!
Why did Rong Jingyang hit Cristiano?
The ex-husband... and the current "husband"... it all reeked of melodrama!
Seeing the two swaying figures about to fall again, Miranda rushed forward, supporting Cristiano on the other side.
Cristiano hadn't left.
Du Ruoxin, carrying him, used all her strength to walk, but his feet felt rooted to the spot.
The scene of Rong Jingyang kissing her forcibly earlier kept replaying in his mind.
It stung his heart.
"Xin'er..." Cristiano's long, blood-stained fingertips pinched her chin.
The two faced each other, their eyes meeting.
The fresh blood on her lips pierced his eyes.
Cristiano instantly lost all reason.
He only wanted to leave his own mark on it!