Du Ruoxin blinked her large, bright eyes, gazing intently at Rong Jingyang.
To spare him any loss of face, to prevent him from feeling awkward or embarrassed, she had sent everyone away.
To give him a private space to confess without any worries!
*Tell me, tell me, Rong Jingyang, say you love me.*
"Sigh," a soft sigh escaped the man's lips. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing the back of her head towards him with his other hand.
Du Ruoxin's heart pounded like a wild horse galloping across the plains.
He was going to say it, he was going to say it…
Especially when the man's lips brushed against her earlobe, Du Ruoxin's heart fluttered uncontrollably.
"Mrs. Rong…" Rong Jingyang's voice, deep like a cello, swirled in her ear, so husky, so beautiful, it was fatally alluring to her nerves.
Du Ruoxin was overwhelmed with emotion, feeling as if she were floating.
"I'll wait…" the man murmured, stroking her back, "When you've captured my heart, I'll say those three words."
Du Ruoxin: ——————
All her excitement, all her anticipation, her own burning heart, felt as if it had been plunged into an icy, bone-chilling abyss by Rong Jingyang, freezing into an ice shard.
She—
Du Ruoxin's eyes were wide open, and for a long moment, she didn't react.
Rong Jingyang, however, had already created distance between them, facing her, their eyes meeting. "Hmm?"
Du Ruoxin's mouth twitched. *Is it that hard to say you love me, even if it's a lie?!*
Ah!!!
"Perform well," the man said, as if rewarding her, giving her a fleeting kiss on her lips.
Du Ruoxin: Perform for whom, youxxxxx!
She desperately wanted to unleash her primal power!
Is he just kicking the ball around?
Just now, she had asked him to indulge her in everything, and in return, Rong Jingyang had turned the tables on her.
Du Ruoxin's mood was incredibly complex, her chest heaving. "Rong Jingyang, you're bullying me too much! You bastard!!!"
So angry!
When in heaven's name would she ever capture his heart?
Rong Jingyang's heart was like a stone; could it be warmed?
Du Ruoxin felt dejected.
"Good girl," the man said, looking at her with a calm demeanor, even stroking her tenderly—his fingertip lightly caressing her lips.
Du Ruoxin was furious and bit his hand.
"Hiss~"
Her sharp teeth dug into Rong Jingyang's flesh, and he frowned slightly.
Seeing his expression growing increasingly displeased, Du Ruoxin finally couldn't bear to bite too hard.
She let go.
"Hmph!"
With a heavy snort, she turned her head, pretending to still be angry.
A hint of slyness flickered in Rong Jingyang's eyes, and then he good-naturedly patted her back. "Sit down, I have something to discuss with you."
What was it?
Du Ruoxin remembered; she needed to discuss their daughter's education with Rong Jingyang!
Doudou's growth couldn't happen without both parents.
Du Ruoxin turned to look at Rong Jingyang and said seriously, "I also have something to discuss with you."
Rong Jingyang: "Hmm?"
Du Ruoxin: "Our daughter is at an age where she needs parental companionship. Neither you nor I are around her, and now she's going to school, so we can't take her with us. What should we do?"
"Rong Jingyang, I don't want Doudou to be deprived."
"I also don't want Doudou to be raised by her grandmother. It's not that I think a grandmother can't raise her well, but because she is our daughter, our responsibility."
Not their grandmother's responsibility.
Du Ruoxin knew Rong Jingyang was filial, and she also knew he married her because his mother wanted grandchildren, so he found a woman to marry.
But that was one thing.
He couldn't forget his responsibilities as a parent just because of filial piety.
Rong Jingyang looked at her. "What do you want to do?"