The string of tears, like molten lava, flowed into his heart, burning his nerves.
Woman, don't cry, it hurts me.
But the words were stuck in his throat, like a thousand pounds of iron and stone, unable to be spoken or swallowed back.
Rong Jingyang held Du Ruoxin's hand and pulled her into his arms.
His kiss landed on the woman's swollen, tear-streaked eyes.
...
Kristino was not as fast as Rong Jingyang. In the blink of an eye, Rong Jingyang had already rushed to the bedside.
He: "—"
Seeing Xin'er's incessant tears, his heart ached fiercely.
From childhood to adulthood, he had protected her, cherished her, and doted on her, never willing to let her shed a single tear.
Even if Du Ruoxin merely pouted, he felt his life turn gray and would do anything to make her happy.
Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he would pluck them for her without hesitation.
However, she didn't want stars or the moon; she only wanted Rong Jingyang's attention.
Kristino sensed Du Ruoxin's thoughts, and his heart felt as if it were being crushed by the wheels of a carriage.
Watching her cry until she was almost breathless, watching her kiss Rong Jingyang passionately.
He—
Felt a burning pain in his chest.
But Kristino did not step forward to separate them. He simply withdrew from the room in silence.
He walked to the liquor cabinet and opened a bottle of the strongest Maotai.
Qin Yunxi had been warily following Kristino, afraid that he would lose control and cause trouble.
However, Kristino retreated from the room in dejection, like a jilted lover, drinking alone in a daze. What was going on?
"????"
Qin Yunxi stared at Kristino for a long time, unable to fathom what the world's financial magnate was thinking at that moment.
Wasn't he a pervert?
Didn't he like Du Ruoxin?
How could he watch the woman he loved kiss someone else and remain unmoved?
Should he be called terrifyingly submissive, or did he not like Du Ruoxin that much?
Shaking his head, Qin Yunxi sighed.
"Alas."
He had missed another good opportunity for a fight.
He walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of wine, and raised it to Kristino, "Keep you company?"
For some reason, he found this pervert somewhat likable at the moment.
Kristino ignored him, drinking alone, as if his world, apart from Du Ruoxin, was impenetrable.
He was like an "old man" standing at the peak, the most lonely and taciturn.
Grace also looked at Kristino with surprise.
How magical!
Kristino hadn't killed Rong Jingyang, and instead—
Had left alone?
This was not the man she knew!
For some reason, Caroline felt a chilling fear.
It was the trepidation of a child who had done wrong, awaiting the punch from a violent father.
...
The lingering, passionate kiss entwined their breaths.
His nostrils were filled with her tears, her breath, her scent.
Her mouth was filled with the man's domineering and fervent possession.
After a long, long time, only when she stopped crying, only when she was unable to breathe due to lack of oxygen, did Rong Jingyang release her.
"Huff, huff—"
Du Ruoxin, her heart pounding, collapsed limply against the man's firm chest. Leaning on him, listening to his equally powerful "thump-thump-thump" heartbeat, she felt so attached, so greedy, so moved.
"Rong Jingyang..." she murmured his name.
"Hmm?" the man's voice was hoarse.
"If..." Du Ruoxin looked up at him, her beautiful large eyes holding crystal-like tears, "If I'm not clean anymore, will you still want me?"
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