"..."
Closing the book, he looked at her, his ink-black eyes as sharp as a falcon's, "Correct?"
Du Ruoxin puffed out her cheeks, her apricot eyes wide, "I said it, anyone who dares to think about you, I'll beat them up on sight!"
Rong Jingyang: ...What kind of nonsensical talk is this?
The eldest madam of the Rong family, is she supposed to be so willful and disrespectful?
Forget it, he didn't want to talk to her. Rong Jingyang turned to leave.
"Don't go! Stop right there!" Du Ruoxin ran out and grabbed the wheelchair, her face a mask of ferocity, "If you don't clarify today, you're not going anywhere!"
Du Ruoxin stepped on the wheelchair's brake and glared down at the man's indifferent face.
Rong Jingyang's handsome, thick eyebrows furrowed into a sharp sword, "Du Ruoxin, if you continue to be unreasonable, I will have to keep you confined until you come to your senses."
"I won't come to my senses!" Du Ruoxin directly refused his demand for reflection, her face flushing, "Even if you lock me up until I die, I won't come to my senses."
Rong Jingyang: ...
"What's so good about Ivy that you can't forget her?"
"I gave you the chance to divorce me, I gave you the chance to be with her, but you refused to leave, insisting on keeping me by your side."
"Then you have to manage our marriage my way!"
"Rong Jingyang, listen to me clearly, I forbid you to associate with Ivy, I forbid you to meet Ivy!"
"Every time you see her, I'll beat her up once."
The more Du Ruoxin scolded, the more animated she became. Thinking of her years of forbearance, her compromises, and the man's indifference, the more wronged she felt. Without thinking, she let out a harsh threat, "Who knows, I might cripple her one day!"
Did she want to cripple Ivy like Cristiano dealt with him?
Rong Jingyang exuded danger. He yanked Du Ruoxin towards him and grabbed her by the neck, "You dare!"
"Ugh—"
Du Ruoxin struggled to breathe.
At this moment, the fear of death surged into her brain. Did Rong Jingyang want to kill her?
For Ivy, did he want to put her to death?
The lack of oxygen left Du Ruoxin's mind blank, and she instinctively fought for survival, swatting at his hand, trying to break free.
But the man did not lessen his grip, regardless of her pleas or struggles.
Instead, his grip tightened.
The butler stood not far away. Seeing the two of them fighting, with the young master looking like he wanted to kill the madam, his legs went weak, and he almost fell.
Ah!
Something has happened!
The butler rushed into the living room in a panic.
Feng Linwan was watching "The Legend of Zhen Huan" with Cristiano. She didn't actually like this type of drama. A group of women vying for power and profit around one man, losing their humanity and scheming, it showed no aspect of human civilization.
Moreover, the plot was too insidious and profit-driven, easily corrupting innocent and impressionable teenagers.
The state's prohibition of palace intrigue dramas was also mainly due to this consideration.
Although she disliked watching it, Feng Linwan didn't have time to change the channel.
Cristiano kept talking in her ear, stimulating her with his chatter.
"I remember this drama. When it was popular, my Xin'er would always say 'This concubine cannot do it' in front of me."
"She said if she lived in ancient times, she wouldn't even survive one episode."
"I asked why?"
"She said her eyes couldn't tolerate any sand."
"I've noted that."
Cristiano turned to look at Feng Linwan, his deep blue eyes filled with profound affection, "For her, I haven't touched another woman."