Two sharp gazes met, but Rong Cheng remained remarkably calm and composed.
Christiano smirked, his lips curling into a wicked grin. Instead of answering, he asked, "Xin'er's marriage to Rong Jingyang isn't a happy one. I imagine you wouldn't want her to be in tears all day, would you?"
Rong Cheng: "..."
The Madam and the Master were not of the same kind. The Master's heart was filled with the world and grand ambitions, while the Madam only wished for a simple life.
The Master was naturally cold, and no one could fathom his thoughts. The Madam loved liveliness, always full of expectation and passion for life.
The Master needed a wife who could accompany him in the business world, while the Madam needed a husband with whom she could chat about daily life and live an ordinary existence.
With two such disparate personalities, Rong Cheng saw their friction growing and their pain deepening.
At some point, he began to feel a trace of pity for Du Ruoxin.
Especially when he saw her crying so sadly and helplessly, his heart was moved with compassion.
Gradually, his heart was no longer under his own control.
Therefore, Rong Cheng made up his mind to help Du Ruoxin divorce. However, before he could act, Christiano's appearance interrupted everything.
He had hidden so well, deceived everyone, and even the Master was unaware.
How did Christiano see through his thoughts?
"If I have a way for them to divorce, are you willing to cooperate?" Christiano asked.
What way?
Rong Cheng's thin lips parted slightly but no sound came out.
After a moment of stillness, he asked, "And after the divorce?"
If she left the Master, would she be alright?
Christiano smiled gently. With this single sentence, he was certain Rong Cheng liked Xin'er.
Because only someone who truly liked her would care if she was doing well.
However, this kind of affection... did it reach the level of betraying Rong Jingyang... Christiano needed to judge carefully.
Christiano said, "As the eldest daughter of my Rothschild family, she can live any life she desires."
The prerequisite was marrying him.
However, Christiano did not voice this thought.
"What do you want me to do?" Rong Cheng asked.
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After Rong Doudou fell asleep, Grace brought wine.
Du Ruoxin had asked Rong Jingshu to buy barbecue, grilled fish, and street food, creating a table full of fattening delicacies.
However, Du Ruoxin was the type of person who never gained weight no matter how much she ate, possessing the enviable and much-coveted slim physique.
Three people, three cups.
Du Ruoxin was in the last day or two of her period, with light flow, so she had no taboos, drinking heartily and eating meat with gusto.
"Alas—"
After a few drinks, she began to sigh at the sky.
Grace asked, "What's wrong?"
Du Ruoxin looked at Rong Jingshu, "Why don't you teach me some grappling techniques? Or perhaps some kickboxing?"
"Your brother is definitely going to fight with me tomorrow morning!"
Rong Jingshu's mouth twitched, his face filled with surprise, "Sister-in-law, my brother... wouldn't hit a woman, would he?"
A man who hits his wife is not a man.
His brother was the most, most, most awesome hero in his eyes, how could he do something as bullying the weak?
"Who said he wouldn't?" When Rong Jingyang got fierce, he would hit her, okay?
Rong Jingshu's eyes widened, "Ah? My brother hit you?"
Du Ruoxin nodded solemnly and heavily, "Mhm!"
Rolling up her sleeves, she said indignantly, "So I'm thinking, if he dares to be rude to me again, I'll kick him flying!"
"Swish swish swish—"
Du Ruoxin flailed her arms, "Three throws to the left, three throws to the right, whoosh—"
"Throw him to the ends of the earth!"
Pfft—
Rong Jingshu was amused by his sister-in-law's antics. This wasn't a marital spat; it was more like a young girl fantasizing about being a boxing champion, just venting her frustrations.
Two sharp gazes shot over, and Rong Jingshu immediately stopped laughing.
Grace glanced at him coldly, "Get up."
Rong Jingshu was a bit bewildered, "Huh?"
But he still stood up.
Grace moved to Rong Jingshu's side, "Sister Xin, watch this. It's very simple to deal with Rong Jingyang."
With one move, Grace lifted her leg and forcefully stomped on the back of Rong Jingshu's knee.
Rong Jingshu cried out and fell to his knees, "Ah—"
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!
Little sister, can't you be a little gentler!