Rong Jingshu, feeling utterly devastated and struck by a thousand blows, was in a truly miserable state.
However, Du Ruoxin posed a soul-searching question, "Rong Jing's leg is injured, he was sitting down."
Rong Jingshu steadied himself on the stool and sat up, a hundred thousand waves of frustration crashing within him – Sister-in-law, you actually know that Big Brother is injured? How could he fight you?
Grace narrowed her eyes and pondered seriously, her gaze as cold as frost as she scrutinized Rong Jingshu.
"Sitting down..."
Suddenly, Grace punched Rong Jingshu in the jaw, sending his head spinning.
"Ah—"
Rong Jingshu cried out again, his eyes, which seemed to be "holding back tears," looked towards Grace and Du Ruoxin, "Do you two need to be so ruthless with a disabled person?"
Du Ruoxin swallowed with a solemn expression. Of course not, how could she bear to hit her own husband?
Besides, Rong Jingyang's strength was far greater than hers; before she could even make a move, he had already held her firmly captive.
"Ugh—"
Du Ruoxin looked at Rong Jingshu with a hint of pity, "Are you alright?"
Rong Jingshu let out a few pained hisses, half his face twitching uncontrollably.
It hurt so much! He hadn't checked the almanac before leaving home today. Who had he offended to be beaten twice in a row?
Du Ruoxin looked at Grace, her almond-shaped eyes filled with amusement, "Grace, isn't Jingshu very well-behaved?"
You beat him like this, and he didn't say a word!
If you two were to date, you'd definitely be a bickering couple, and he'd be completely under your thumb.
Just agree quickly, I really want you two to confirm your relationship now!
Grace automatically ignored her sister's gossipy gaze and shot Rong Jingshu an annoyed glance, "He deserves it."
If Rong Jingshu hadn't aided and abetted, Sister wouldn't have been taken to the police station?
"Cough, cough, cough!" Rong Jingshu dared not continue this life-threatening topic and changed the subject, "You've had your beating, have the two grand dames calmed down?"
"Come, come, let's drink, drink, we won't stop until we're drunk tonight."
The anger Du Ruoxin had been holding in had mostly dissipated thanks to her friend and her third brother-in-law's antics.
The three of them ate and drank, and it was unknowingly past midnight.
Grace had a high alcohol tolerance; people who exercised had faster metabolisms. After several bottles of wine, she felt nothing.
On the contrary, Du Ruoxin was slightly tipsy.
Before they parted, she, with a hazy drunken look, took Grace's and Rong Jingshu's hands and clasped them together. "Jingshu, Grace is in your hands, get her home safely."
Their clasped hands felt like an electric shock.
Grace's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately pulled her hand away.
Rong Jingshu's half-formed "good" got stuck in his throat; the woman's dismissive action made him falter.
Du Ruoxin knitted her brows and joined their hands again. "Grace, why don't you try dating Jingshu? Don't be so stubborn!"
Where could a woman not get married and have children?
Wouldn't life be missing a lot of experiences and joys?
Grace: "..."
Du Ruoxin quickly waved to Rong Jingshu, "Go quickly, quickly, take her away."
Rong Jingshu said, "Sister-in-law, goodnight," and led Grace away.
As soon as they rounded the corner, Grace quickly pulled her hand back.
Rong Jingshu hadn't held on too tightly, and she easily slipped free with a tug.
"Let's go, my car is parked over there," he said to ease the awkwardness.
Grace rubbed her hand, "I drove myself."
Strange, why didn't Rong Jingshu's touch cause hives on her skin? It didn't itch either?
Although she still felt uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling on her...
"The car is parked right here!" Rong Jingshu imperiously took the woman's hand and led her towards his car. "I don't want Sister-in-law to blame me for not completing the task she assigned."
Uh—
Grace said softly, "No, I'll tell her you took me."
Rong Jingshu put the woman into the passenger seat. "What, are you afraid of me? Or do you dislike my car because it's not a Bentley or a Ferrari?"
Grace shook her head, "No."
She never cared about material conditions, she was just—
Afraid of men!
"That's right!" Rong Jingshu closed the car door, quickly walked around the front, and got into the driver's seat. "Let's go, I'll take you home."
Meanwhile, Rong Jingshu had found a standard one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom apartment for Du Ruoxin, complete with an independent bathroom.
Du Ruoxin, feeling dizzy, returned to her room, took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and fell asleep as soon as she lay down.
She slept until—
No, I'm suffocating!
Ah—
Someone is trying to murder me!