Du Ruoxin was so lost in the man's kiss that her mind felt like it was burning with fever, losing all ability to think.
"Mmm..."
Mr. Rong, is it really that hard to admit you've fallen for me?
Just as Du Ruoxin was secretly rejoicing, Rong Jingyang released her. Then, from somewhere, he produced a mirror, turned her head, and faced her towards it.
"Ah!!!"
A ghost!!!!
Du Ruoxin screamed in fright.
She scrambled into the man's embrace.
Mascara and eyeshadow were smeared all around her eyes and forehead, like a few drops of ink in a bowl of clear water, or like muddy ground disturbed by earthworms after the rain.
Lipstick and blush made her cheeks a riot of colors, more terrifying than a clown's makeup in a play!
This wasn't her!
Rong Jingyang, you bastard, you super-duper, unbelievably huge bastard!
How could he let her see herself looking so incredibly ugly?
Du Ruoxin buried her face in the man's chest, smearing the messy makeup onto his white shirt.
They exchanged no more words on the way.
Upon returning to Yunhu International, the butler greeted them warmly. However, upon seeing the master's face and the wife, who kept her head down and rushed upstairs with a whoosh, he was utterly bewildered.
What was going on?
"Master?"
Rong Jingyang ignored the butler and also vanished quickly.
The butler stood frozen, looking in the direction they had gone, then at Lin Xuanyao, the bodyguard behind him.
Lin Xuanyao's usually stern face held a faint smile. He shook his head at the butler, indicating that everything was fine between the master and madam.
The butler's curiosity was immediately piqued. "What happened? Why are they acting so strange?"
Lin Xuanyao didn't know how to describe it. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Madam is a little temperamental."
The butler seemed to understand, letting out a long "Oh." So, the young couple was just flirting and cultivating their marital intimacy?
Good news, he'd tell his wife.
Du Ruoxin rushed into the bedroom. Although she didn't usually wear makeup, she always kept the necessary cosmetics and makeup remover on hand.
After quickly removing her makeup and washing her face, she turned around, only to come face-to-face with Rong Jingyang's disastrously messy face.
"Pfft—"
Forgive her for laughing out loud ungraciously.
"Hahahaha—"
"Rong Jingyang, you look so ugly!"
The man glared at her and imperiously commanded, "Hurry and wash me."
He had tried to wash off the makeup earlier, but the more he washed, the darker and worse it became. So, he had to come to Du Ruoxin.
Du Ruoxin's eyes narrowed into slits as she laughed. "I really want to take a picture."
The esteemed master gritted his teeth. "You can try."
She dared not.
Staring at the man's deep and cold eyes, Du Ruoxin trembled. She picked up a cotton pad, dipped it in toner, and said as she wiped, "Honey, just kidding, don't be so tense."
"..."
After finally finishing cleaning Rong Jingyang's face, he turned and left with a cold expression. "Come down, I need to talk to you!"
Du Ruoxin pouted and complained, "Can't you just say thank you? Who are you putting on a grumpy face for?"
"Hmph!"
If he ordered her to go down, she should just scurry down?
That would be too undignified.
Du Ruoxin unhurriedly applied a face mask.
After removing makeup, applying a face mask was essential; it was the secret to staying young.
Anyone who dared to hinder her quest for youth would face her wrath!
Finally, after dawdling for over half an hour, Du Ruoxin casually put her hands in her pockets and slowly went downstairs.
"Madam, Master is in the garden," the butler whispered to Du Ruoxin. "I don't know if it's because I'm old and my eyes are blurry, but just now, just now—"
The butler's expression was one of utter disbelief, making Du Ruoxin's heart leap into her throat. "What is it?"