How protective are the Rothschilds of their own?
He and Du Ruoxin shared the same blood and similar temperaments. Anyone who dared to harm those they cared about would face a fight to the death.
"Hahaha—"
"Hahahahaha-"
Christiano's laughter grew louder, more unrestrained.
But suddenly, the laughter stopped.
Rong Jingyang found it grating and threw a punch. "Damn it!"
What was so funny?
He would make sure Christiano couldn't even cry later!
Rong Jingyang's breathing deepened. "Right, there's something I need to tell you."
Christiano: "Pfft—"
Cough, cough, cough, cough!
Damn it!
Rong Jingyang, you're asking for death!
Veins bulged on Christiano's face as he glared fiercely in the direction of the darkness. But before he could speak, Rong Jingyang's voice rang out again, "I've changed my mind."
"I regret agreeing to divorce Du Ruoxin."
"I regret letting her go."
"Christiano, just as you snatched my wife away from me, I will win her back now."
He was issuing a challenge.
A man's challenge.
Christiano's arrogant expression jolted when he heard these words.
It was as if a thousand horses had trampled through the snow.
Wh-what?!
Rong Jingyang—
He wasn't letting go, wasn't he leaving in disgrace—
What now?
Christiano's eyes trembled, as if these words had become a five-fingered mountain crushing his last sliver of hope.
[Rong Jingyang doesn't want to let go, Rong Jingyang is challenging him, Rong Jingyang...]
Christiano closed his eyes, concealing all his emotions.
"Hahaha..."
He was still laughing.
At this moment, only laughter could mask his panic, his fear.
Because Christiano knew clearly that in front of Rong Jingyang, he had no chance of winning; he would lose utterly.
But—
He was unwilling!
They were already married, he was just one step away...
Right!
He couldn't admit defeat! Never!!!
He would turn the tables!
How many times had the company faced bankruptcy, how many crises had the family encountered, and he had single-handedly turned the tide, acted decisively, and turned losses into profits.
Therefore, he would not yield, nor would he lose!
"Damn it!" Rong Jingyang's temper flared upon hearing the laughter, and he threw a punch. "Stop laughing!"
If he laughed again, he'd knock out Christiano's front teeth!
He was serious!
Not joking!
Christiano: "————"
The air instantly froze.
A deathly stillness.
The two men glared at each other, as if they wished they could flay and dismember the other.
"Rong Jingyang, you bastard!"
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
Du Ruoxin's voice arrived before she did.
From a distance, her furious curses could be heard, "Don't hit him!"
"If you dare touch a single hair on his head, I'm done with you!"
"Rong Jingyang!"
"Come at me if you have the guts!"
Du Ruoxin's legs seemed to have engines attached as she sprinted towards the door.
The bodyguard, sensing the situation, opened the large door.
"Ding," simultaneously, the lights inside were also turned on.
Du Ruoxin rushed in frantically, but the next second, she froze, stunned.
Big brother—
He was covered in blood.
Blood on his face, blood on his body, and he was bound tightly to a pillar by Rong Jingyang.
[Ge...]
Du Ruoxin's lips parted, wanting to call out to him, but her throat felt as if it were being squeezed, rendering her speechless.
"Mmm—"
The moment the lights turned on, Christiano squinted, instinctively lowering his head.
But he quickly raised it again.
"Xin'er," he called out.
Du Ruoxin's eyes immediately welled up. "Ge."
She staggered towards him.
But Rong Jingyang strode forward, blocking her path. He grabbed the woman's hand. "Want to save him?"
His gaze was wicked. "Kiss me, and I'll let him go."