Du Ruoxin tried to break free from the man's grip, but his hand had already clasped hers tightly. By the time she realized something was wrong, she couldn't break away.
He was still leading her in a dance.
How had she never known Rong Jingyang could waltz?
Did Ivy teach him?
The thought of those two words made Du Ruoxin's heart clench, and she immediately felt unhappy.
"Miss Du is the first person to say that," Rong Jingyang boasted as he danced with her. "Most people call me the God of Wealth."
"They can't wait to flatter me."
*Get him!*
Let him know she wasn't to be trifled with!
Du Ruoxin didn't clearly hear the man's peacock-like self-praise. Her mind had only issued this command.
"Mr. Rong, don't spin me so fast, I'm going to throw up," she said pitifully, unable to confront him directly.
Rong Jingyang stopped immediately and asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell? Is it very uncomfortable? Do you want—"
Before he could finish, Du Ruoxin seized the opportunity and pressed the mechanism on her left ring finger.
*Ding—*
The anesthetic shot into Rong Jingyang's neck.
His vision went black, his legs weakened, and he was about to collapse.
At the critical moment, Rong Jingyang released Du Ruoxin's hand, not pulling her down with him.
*"Clang!"*
Rong Jingyang knelt on one knee, supporting his precarious upper body.
*What's going on?*
Du Ruoxin... what had she injected him with... anesthetic?
He felt all his nerves go numb.
But with sheer willpower, Rong Jingyang refused to pass out. He pinched himself hard, his eyes wide as he glared at the woman, "Du Ruoxin..."
Miranda's voice chimed in at the opportune moment, "Oh, Chairman Rong, why are you kneeling?"
"Get up, get up quickly."
Miranda found a dance partner and also came to the center of the dance floor. Seeing Rong Jingyang on one knee, she let go of her partner and stepped forward to help him.
"Let me help you."
Rong Jingyang's nerves were taut, and he dared not relax or move, fearing he would fall if he felt dizzy.
As a result, Miranda reached out to pull him, and his taut nerves instantly relaxed, numbing every cell.
"Don't touch—"
He wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
Rong Jingyang felt himself being lifted by about an inch, and then the world spun.
*"Thump—"*
He fell.
The esteemed gentleman: "!!!!!"
This Miranda never intended to help him!
"Oh dear, Chairman Rong is too heavy, I can't lift him," Miranda said with feigned apology, but her tone was clearly gloating.
Hahahaha.
Just now, she had given Rong Jingyang a "strong dose."
Tomorrow, she would make him wish he were dead!
Hmph, how dare he bully Sister Xin, she would never forgive him!
Yesterday, when Du Ruoxin bought self-defense equipment, she had also bought some "special products" specifically for dealing with scumbags!
"Hey, you there, why don't you hurry and help your boss?" Miranda beckoned to Lin Xuanyao and then happily walked over to Du Ruoxin.
Linking arms with her good sister, she pulled her away, "Sister Xin, let's go. There's still so much work to do in the group, we'll probably have to pull an all-nighter tonight."
Du Ruoxin didn't want to dance anyway; she was concerned about tomorrow's kickoff ceremony.
She waved goodbye to William.
From beginning to end, she didn't glance at the man lying on the ground.
"Hahahaha—"
As they walked out of the dance floor, Miranda bent over, laughing so hard her stomach hurt.
Du Ruoxin looked bewildered, "What's so funny?"
Miranda said mysteriously, "You'll know tomorrow, hahahaha."