Du Ruoxin bit her lip. Despite the turmoil within her, she refused to make a sound.
She couldn't be soft-hearted!
She had to be strong!
Rong Jingyang stood with his "cane" until he reached the edge where the waves crashed.
He sat down and gestured for Du Ruoxin to do the same.
Du Ruoxin didn't hesitate. She plopped down on the sand, kicked off her shoes, and let her fair, jade-like feet splash in the waves.
"Splash—"
"Splash—"
Hit harder, preferably right in Rong Jingyang's face and body.
That scoundrel, who told him to make her unhappy?
Du Ruoxin splashed with increasing force, eventually hooking the waves with her toes and drenching them both.
"Ah—"
She dove into Rong Jingyang's arms. Even so, her clothes were still soaked.
Du Ruoxin clutched his shirt and looked up at him, "Talk!"
"Rong Jingyang, why did you bring me here?!"
Alas!
In their cold wars, hadn't she always been the one to break the silence and seek reconciliation?
There was no other way. She had fallen in love with him in this marriage; she was the one who lost first.
Rong Jingyang put one arm around her waist and gently stroked her hairline, his voice husky and magnetic, "Du Ruoxin, don't be so aggressive."
The woman: "—"
Her face darkened at a visible speed. "I—"
The man's fingertips covered her lips, stopping her. "She once fell off a cliff to save me."
"If it hadn't been for luck and a tree to break her fall, she would have died long ago."
"I owe her a debt."
What?
So melodramatic?
Du Ruoxin's mind went blank for a moment, but after a brief pause, she still pulled a long face and said, "So, you mean you're going to repay her with yourself?"
Rong Jingyang's dark eyes sharpened, and he flicked her forehead. "If I intended to use my marriage as compensation, I wouldn't have married you!"
Silly woman!
Why doesn't she understand yet!
"Ouch," Du Ruoxin rubbed her forehead and sat up. "I don't care. No matter the reason, I simply cannot tolerate my husband having another woman in his heart!"
Love is selfish; it only allows for undivided devotion, not divided attention.
Rong Jingyang: ...
So, there was no room for negotiation?
The two of them entered a cold war.
Upon returning home, Du Ruoxin went to sleep with their daughter.
She hadn't had time to pick up Doudou today, and the little girl was deeply resentful.
Lying in bed, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Rong Jingyang refused to sever ties with Ai Wei for her, refusing to compromise to put her at ease.
Sigh!!!
"Ding—"
A WeChat notification chimed. Du Ruoxin clicked it open. It was a photo sent by Qin Yunxi—Rong Jingyang with a face full of ink, and her shyly leaning into his embrace.
The picture was edited, with a grayscale tone and blurred backgrounds, giving it a full artistic feel, yet possessing a unique poetic charm.
But Du Ruoxin couldn't bring herself to smile.
Her face looked grimmer than attending a funeral.
[Save this. When you're old, it will be very meaningful to look back on.] Qin Yunxi wrote.
Du Ruoxin remained silent.
Did she and Rong Jingyang have a future?
Du Ruoxin felt lost. She sniffled sadly and replied: [Thank you, Brother Qin.]
Qin Yunxi: [How is it? Did you talk it over with Old Yang?]
Du Ruoxin replied dejectedly: [When have you ever seen him compromise for anyone?]
Qin Yunxi's heart sank. Did that mean it hadn't gone well?
He wouldn't actually make him sleep with Ai Wei, would he?
He truly couldn't muster any interest in ugly, unappealing women!
Qin Yunxi sent a head-patting emoji to comfort her: [Old Yang is a bit slow on the emotional front. Don't be sad; I'll help you figure out a way to deal with him!]
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ps: Some readers have said the female lead isn't strong enough. Gongzi wants to say that the way of marriage isn't about who is more stubborn.
A loving couple is one where the woman admires the man, and the husband dotes on his wife.
One cannot exist without the other.
No marriage is sweet and beautiful from the start; it will inevitably go through the bumps and scrapes of life to find the most comfortable state for both, so they can grow old together.
In this book, the female lead loves the male lead to the point of losing herself. She is definitely the one who has given more in this relationship.
The male lead is cold and domineering. He hasn't fallen in love with the female lead yet; it's merely a possessiveness born from her being his "wife."
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Enough said. To all the lovely readers, let's look forward together to how the female lead will, step by step, make the male lead's heart bloom and become indispensable to him!