"I want to have four more children with you!"
"Four!!!"
"If all four are breastfed, do you know how ugly my breasts will become!"
"All wrinkled..."
Imagining her breasts at twenty-something, but flabby like in her forties, Du Ruoxin cried sadly.
"If I become so ugly and terrifying, how can I compare to the young girls outside?"
"When you see me, you'll be disgusted, with no desire to touch me. How can I keep you then!"
"Watching you linger and dote on eighteen-year-old girls, am I supposed to just stand by?"
"Or will we, as husband and wife, live like siblings?"
"When you touch me, it's like touching your left hand?"
"Rong Jingyang, I'm scared..."
These fears tormented her day and night, yet he never listened.
If it weren't for her mother-in-law, she would have succumbed to depression long ago.
Therefore, facing Clara, Du Ruoxin felt empathy. The hurt and pain she had experienced, she didn't want Clara to go through again.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
The woman spoke a torrent of words, which he heard as if unheard.
Having children would make her ugly, damage her body, she feared he would cheat, fear he would dislike her and find younger girls.
She...
Alas!
Sighing inwardly, Rong Jingyang reached out to embrace her.
But Du Ruoxin dodged him, still tearfully accusing, "I don't want to become ugly, I don't want to damage my body."
"Rong Jingyang, surrogacy is illegal in the country, but legal abroad."
"You have influence and power. If not, let's find a surrogate for the children."
Surrogacy?
He hated those two words.
Because of surrogacy, he had no mother since childhood.
Because of surrogacy, his mother had suffered so much...
Rong Jingyang flipped over and pinned Du Ruoxin beneath him, taking her with a wild and rough passion.
"Mmm—"
Her husband's inexplicable passion, his inexplicable frenzy, instantly froze the sorrow in Du Ruoxin's heart.
What was happening?
She didn't push him away, instead raising her hand to gently stroke his back, comforting his agitated heart.
After a long while, Rong Jingyang finally released her.
His voice hoarse, he looked at her with utmost seriousness, "Du Ruoxin, you should have some trust in your husband."
"Hmm?"
She hadn't recovered from the passion.
"Besides you, I will never have a second woman," he stated.
What?
She was still bewildered.
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils deepened slightly, "Even if you turn into a pig, I won't look for young girls."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
After a stunned pause, she realized she had been insulted.
"Rong Jingyang!"
You are the pig, you this—
Rong Jingyang placed his fingertips on her lips, his deep eyes suddenly becoming hazy, "We won't use surrogacy."
"Children, whether you want to have three or four."
"You bear them, I'll raise them."
"Hmm?"
With that last "hmm," Du Ruoxin's bones felt as if they had melted.
"Really?" She hugged him ecstatically, "You agreed?"
"Rong Jingyang, you're really willing to raise the children?"
Was she dreaming?
Du Ruoxin couldn't help but slap herself a few times.
It hurt!
Rong Jingyang held her hand, a smile flowing in his eyes, "Yes, really."
"If I don't do a good job, don't be displeased."
Du Ruoxin immediately grinned, hugging her husband's neck with immense satisfaction, she said, "I won't be displeased, not at all."
"What I want is a husband, and the children want a father."
"Not a professional caregiver."
"Husband, I'm not a professional mother either. This is my first time being a wife and a mother."
"Let's run our marriage well, okay?"