Rong Jingyang’s nose practically spewed fire upon seeing the near-nude photograph of Du Ruoxin, his eyes burning like red-hot iron brands.
He seemed ready to incinerate her completely.
Du. Ruo. Xin!
Who gave you permission to wear something so revealing!!!
Who gave you permission to drink alcohol!!!
Who was she with? What was she doing? Would those men… do something to her…
The thought of a drunken Du Ruoxin, potentially alluring and lying beneath some man, at his mercy, made Rong Jingyang want to kill.
He had Lin Xuanyao drive, and they sped towards the hotel at the fastest possible speed.
The lively Qin Yunxi naturally tagged along.
From a distance, a woman in a purple, folded, puffy skirt, revealing a sexy shoulder, caught Rong Jingyang’s eye.
As she turned her head, her elegant and beautiful smile captivated everyone.
Du Ruoxin!
She—
Wasn’t wearing that revealing outfit?
Although the purple dress still had a slit at the chest, the silk fabric clung to her skin, perfectly encasing Du Ruoxin’s exclusive property that belonged only to him, Rong Jingyang. As long as she didn’t bend over, nothing inappropriate could be seen.
Rong Jingyang’s pair of boiling black eyes gradually cooled, but Du Ruoxin was dancing with another man?!!!
He deserved a beating!
Did she get itchy skin if he didn’t lose his temper with her for a day?
Rong Jingyang, in his wheelchair, stormed into the dance floor.
Lin Xuanyao followed his boss at an almost breakneck speed, preventing anyone from bumping into him, "Make way, make way."
The commotion and noise from behind drew the attention of Du Ruoxin and the man.
Du Ruoxin felt a surge of secret delight, but she didn’t show it, instead putting on a grumpy, stern face.
The man’s eyes widened. What was going on? Why did he feel like the man in the wheelchair wanted to kill him?
“Scram!”
Rong Jingyang roared, abruptly pulling Du Ruoxin into his embrace.
“Ah,” Du Ruoxin spun around, falling into a solid chest, her nose hurting from the impact.
“Rong Jingyang, what are you doing?!”
What was he doing?
The man’s dangerous aura echoed in the woman’s ear, “We’re going home to deal with you!”
What, are you going to choke me again? Or lock me in the doghouse?
Holding her, he got into the car.
Du Ruoxin: “————”
Lin Xuanyao floored the accelerator, driving the car out of the hotel.
“Yunhu International,” Rong Jingyang said, his voice cold and laced with suppressed anger.
“Yes,” Lin Xuanyao replied.
Du Ruoxin pursed her lips speechlessly, “Mr. Rong, I was meeting friends, what’s gotten into you?”
“Hmm?” Rong Jingyang’s voice trailed upwards, his ink-black eyes fixed on her.
Only then did he see clearly that Du Ruoxin was wearing makeup.
Makeup that made her look—
Like a ghost.
Rong Jingyang couldn’t help but raise his hand, wiping off her lipstick and tearing off her false eyelashes.
Du Ruoxin: “!!!!”
This is too much, Rong Jingyang, are you making me look neither human nor ghost?
Damn it, do you know that women need makeup remover oil to take off makeup?
Not this kind of tearing!
And you even pulled off my eyelashes!
“Ouch—” Du Ruoxin screamed in pain, her hands flailing wildly at the man’s face, “Rong, what are you doing? You bastard!”
The two of them wrestled together.
Du Ruoxin wanted to escalate the fight, but her hands were held tightly by Rong Jingyang, rendering her—
Helpless!
But was she going to admit defeat like this? Was she going to let Rong Jingyang control her like this?
That wasn’t her nature, Du Ruoxin’s!
With a low growl, she ignored everything, desperately pressing her entire face against his and rubbing fiercely, smearing foundation, lipstick, and eyelashes all over Rong Jingyang’s face!
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