Entering the room, the strong smell of blood in the air made Rong Jingyang's heart feel as if it had frozen.
Du Ruoxin, Du Ruoxin, he called her name repeatedly, but there was no response in the empty room.
Guided by instinct, Rong Jingyang, in his wheelchair, rushed straight to the bedroom.
Suddenly, the scene on the bed jolted his pupils wide open, his veins bulging with rage.
"Du Ruoxin!"
He wished he could rush to the bed and hold her.
But his legs were not convenient.
Rong Jingyang struggled several times, holding onto the armrests, but could not stand up.
"..."
She, completely naked, was covered only by a thin layer of red silk, her graceful body fully displayed.
What pained Rong Jingyang's eyes even more was the bloodstain on the bed.
It had stained her entire lower body.
"Du Ruoxin..."
He took off his clothes and covered her.
Suppressing the urge to kill, Rong Jingyang carefully held her in his arms.
[It's okay now, Du Ruoxin, I'm here.]
Rong Jingyang kissed the unconscious woman, his throat choked, unable to make a sound.
Wrapping the bedsheet around Du Ruoxin, Rong Jingyang carried her back to the top floor – his exclusive space.
Gently placing her in the bathtub, he repeatedly, with light and soft movements, like soothing a porcelain doll, cleaned her skin.
Her face was fine, and there were no signs of beating or abuse on her body.
However, her palms were scraped, and there were several bloodstains on her thighs.
Despite Rong Jingyang's careful and gentle movements, the wound on Du Ruoxin's thigh burst open again.
Blood, bright red blood, stained the entire bathtub, a chilling sight.
Rong Jingyang's heart gave a sharp tug. He reached out to lift her, dried her body, and dressed her.
Caroline also heard the alarm sound, a death-like summons, filled with dread and unease. More and more people around were screaming, running, and in disarray, but she was not afraid.
She had a premonition that "he" was behind this, that he was saving Ruoxin.
Caroline ran in the opposite direction of the crowd – towards the monitoring room. But before she could reach it, Qin Yunxi's call came through, "Go get Du Ruoxin's clothes, I'm sending someone to pick you up."
Sister Xin is found?
Caroline rejoiced, and just as she was about to ask a few questions, Qin Yunxi had already hung up.
Her heart sank, and her mood instantly plummeted.
Sister Xin—could it be—
With a heavy heart, Caroline took Du Ruoxin's clothes and went to the top floor.
Qin Yunxi told her to put the suitcase in the bedroom, then pulled her away.
"Sister Xin..."
She heard a sound from the bathroom. Could Sister Xin be taking a bath inside?
Qin Yunxi didn't give her a chance to speak, closed the door, her face terrifyingly grim.
Caroline knew something was wrong. She looked at Qin Yunxi, her lips parting and closing several times, but she didn't know what to say or what to ask.
Because his face already held all the answers.
The silent and eerie atmosphere was broken when the bedroom door opened, drawing both their gazes.
Caroline saw a man in a wheelchair walk out—was that Rong Jingyang? Sister Xin's husband?
No wonder.
Caroline had never met Rong Jingyang, but she knew that Rong Jingyang's legs had been broken by Cristiano.
"Has the person been caught?"
Rong Jingyang's eyes were bloodshot, and he asked menacingly.
Qin Yunxi tilted his head, his bones cracking as he twisted, "Let's go, Jingsheng won't let that scumbag escape."
Dare to bully Ruoxin?
Skinning that dog ten times over wouldn't be enough to vent his anger!
Qin Yunxi had ordered all his subordinates and the ship's security personnel to support Rong Jingshu.
Even if that scumbag turned into a mosquito, he would never let him fly away!
Rong Jingyang left, uttering, "Take care of Du Ruoxin," and disappeared behind the door with a tempestuous rage, accompanied by Qin Yunxi.