Rong Jingyang’s forehead was covered in veins.
There was a limit to throwing a childish tantrum; it wasn't good to go too far.
Wait.
Did Du Ruoxin’s anger this time seem different from usual?
Rong Jingyang couldn't find anything different, and this was precisely what puzzled, confused, and stumped him.
“Did you hear me?” Cristiano looked provocatively at Rong Jingyang, his words venomous. “Xin'er told you to get lost.”
Du Ruoxin turned away in anger, her back to Rong Jingyang.
Rong Jingyang: “……”
Never mind. If she truly cared that much, he would apologize, as long as she stopped sulking, as long as she was willing to go home with him.
Rong Jingyang held his breath and glanced at Lin Xuanyao.
Lin Xuanyao understood instantly and immediately handed over the “Happy Home.”
Rong Jingyang, hidden behind his back, spoke to the slender and petite figure, “Du Ruoxin, if you are annoyed because I made you reflect.”
“I apologize.”
Ivy had already left their world, and would no longer be the source of their arguments.
In fact, he wasn’t angry with her because of Ivy; he just—
Didn’t want his wife to be tainted by negativity that she shouldn’t be involved with.
Even if he apologized now, in private, he would let her know the seriousness of the issue.
He would not allow her to make the same mistake again.
Du Ruoxin: “——”
Listening to the man’s insincere apology, she remained silent.
This was the first time Rong Jingyang had said sorry to her, the first time in their four years of marriage.
He had never been wrong before…
Alas!
Why think so much?
If it’s time to cut ties, then cut them—
Just as Du Ruoxin was about to speak, Rong Jingyang took out the “Happy Home” he had drawn himself and handed it to her.
“Didn’t you always want this?”
“Now, I’m giving it to you.”
Du Ruoxin, accept my heart.
From today onwards, it is yours.
The man’s hand remained in mid-air, waiting for the woman’s response. But as seconds passed, she never turned around.
This made Feng Linwan anxious.
Her son had finally opened his eyes, had finally lowered his head; he couldn’t be left hanging!
“Ruoxin!”
“Quick!”
Feng Linwan suddenly stood up and shouted excitedly, “Jingyang is giving you something!”
“Catch it!”
Du Ruoxin: …What thing?
It wasn’t that she wasn’t curious, or that she didn’t want to turn around; it was simply because Cristiano was holding her so tightly that she couldn’t move.
“What is this childish trinket?” Cristiano scoffed. “Rong Jingyang, take your trash and get out of here!”
Heh, heh!
What was this “family of five, happy home”?
And disgustingly offering his “heart”?
How childish!
Didn’t they say Rong Jingyang was rigid and boring, unable to make women happy?
It seemed he was quite capable!
“Cristiano, shut up!” Rong Jingyang glared angrily at the man who held Du Ruoxin.
It must be Cristiano causing trouble!
Instigating Du Ruoxin.
Brainwashing Du Ruoxin, which was why Du Ruoxin was causing all these problems.
Rong Jingyang gnashed his teeth in hatred.
In a moment…
He would definitely rush over and beat Cristiano soundly, settling old and new scores together; no one should stop him!
“I am talking to Du Ruoxin, not you!”
If Cristiano dared to prevent Du Ruoxin from responding to him again, he wouldn’t mind swinging the ornament in his hand at Cristiano’s head.
Draw some blood!
Rong Jingyang felt that his current good temper—allowing another man to hold his wife—was an unprecedented first.
No!
Once Du Ruoxin came over, he would rush over and beat Cristiano to death!
Beat him to death!
The tense atmosphere as the two men were about to fight infected Du Ruoxin, her every nerve cell twitching.
She gently patted Cristiano and whispered in a tone only they could hear, “Brother, don’t be nervous, I won’t go with him.”
“Let me go, okay?”