The wedding was over.
Amidst Du Ruoxin's trampling on Rong Jingyang's heart and the cheers of Christiano clapping, the wedding concluded with Du Ruoxin leading Christiano away from the church.
Just before disappearing behind the doors, Du Ruoxin heard a "thud." Rong Jingyang was once again on one knee.
She glanced back.
His hands trembled as he picked up the shattered decorations from the ground.
"Heh!"
"This deep affection, it's truly well-acted!"
She had almost believed it!
Without further hesitation, Du Ruoxin turned and left.
She got into the car.
"Xin'er..." Christiano was overjoyed, wanting to embrace her, to kiss her, to—
But Du Ruoxin interrupted him, "I'm tired, I feel dizzy."
Closing her eyes, she feigned sleep.
Christiano still cupped her face and gave her a fleeting kiss on the lips, "Alright, you rest."
So good!
From now on, she was forever his!
Christiano, his hand adorned with a wedding ring, tightly interlocked his fingers with hers, her hand also wearing a wedding ring.
Inside the church, as the newlyweds departed, the Rothschild family members also left one by one.
Grace stared blankly for a moment, then rose and followed Angus.
She was going to the Rothschilds' residence; she needed to find Sister Xin.
It was just—
She hadn't expected Rong Jingyang's attempt to snatch the bride this time to end in such a miserable, undignified defeat.
She had thought Sister Xin would be moved by Rong Jingyang's sincerity.
Qin Yunxi, seeing his wife leave with another man, didn't even bother to react, remaining stunned in place.
"Old Yang—"
"This is—"
"Too miserable—"
"Isn't it?"
All his efforts, Du Ruoxin hadn't even bothered to look properly, instead trampling them on the ground.
What had he said?
He usually told Rong Jingyang not to be arrogant, not to always be indifferent to Du Ruoxin, warning him of the consequences of a "chase-your-wife-to-the-graveyard" scenario.
Well, now it had happened.
Retribution had come so quickly!
But he had no mood to watch the show; he had hoped—
That Du Ruoxin and Rong Jingyang would reconcile.
Alas!
Qin Yunxi walked out of the church, took out a cigar, and lit it in frustration.
"Jingyang..." Feng Linwan saw her son kneel down again, his grief and pitifulness as he picked up the ceramic shards, and her heart ached.
She wanted to help him up, to tell him to pull himself together.
But—
In the end, she merely left him some space to calm down.
There was no going back... their son's marriage... it was truly beyond repair...
Although she didn't know where things had gone wrong between them, she could feel Du Ruoxin's resolute departure.
Alas—
Feng Linwan buried her face in her husband's chest and shed silent tears.
Rong Jingyang picked up the fragments from the ground one by one, his hands trembling, a single obsession in his mind—to piece them back together.
But they couldn't be pieced back.
What was broken was broken; even with his hands bleeding, the shattered happy home could not be restored.
"Du Ruoxin..."
Du Ruoxin...
He whispered her name, but it couldn't call back the departing woman.
She had said, "It's too late."
She had said, "No one waits for anyone forever."
She had said, "We part ways."
He—
Hadn't asked her to wait; hadn't he been constantly approaching her?
How could it be too late?
"Hiss—"
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his brain, and the spot on his arm where Du Ruoxin had once bitten him spread rapidly throughout his left arm.
Rong Jingyang felt a crack, as if his joint had snapped, and his entire left arm inexplicably lost all sensation.
And in his mind, the memory of him and Du Ruoxin in the Indian rescue room, stitching up wounds together in their shared ordeal, grew increasingly blurred.