Rong Jingyang also drew his gun. Anyone who stood in his way was knocked down by the anesthetic from the gun, without exception.
He opened the door.
A bloody smell assailed his brain.
He didn't know if the smell of blood was brought in from outside or from inside the room.
Rong Jingyang, with a grim face, shouted, "Du Ruoxin!"
Beep, beep, beep—
The alarm kept blaring, like the cry of death, shaking her heart.
But Du Ruoxin didn't care.
She would rather die than be defiled by a disgusting man!
Realizing that Lin Hai had fled in a panic and had not violated her, Du Ruoxin breathed a sigh of relief.
But—
If today was her last day, she would die with regrets.
Dou Dou had not grown up yet…
Rong Jingyang had not fallen in love with her…
If she died, would Rong Jingyang marry Ai Wei?
Absolutely not!
Rong Jingyang, you can marry anyone, just not Ai Wei!
But if she was dead, could Rong Jingyang still hear her last words?
Heh—
Du Ruoxin gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Knowing her husband, after her death, Rong Jingyang would definitely marry Ai Wei, and then Dou Dou…
Even with her mother-in-law's protection, Du Ruoxin still didn't want her daughter to live a life of dependency and subservience like she did when she was young.
Before her consciousness completely faded, she used the last bit of her strength to say, "Brother, help me… take care of… Dou Dou…"
"You cannot… have…"
Improper thoughts about Dou Dou.
"Du Ruoxin!"
"Du Ruoxin!"
Before she lost consciousness, she seemed to hear Rong Jingyang's voice?
How could that be?
He was in E City, perhaps being intimate with Ai Wei, engrossed in their affection. How could he possibly be on the cruise ship?
Du Ruoxin, even in death, do you still harbor illusions about him?
"Xin'er!"
"Xin'er!"
Christino's frantic roar echoed in her mind, but this time, Du Ruoxin no longer responded.
Brother, goodbye.
In the next life, let's not be siblings.
If we weren't siblings, she could repay his lifelong debt of love.
"Screech—"
The brainwaves, like an electrocardiogram, straightened into a single line.
"Xin'er!"
Christino, driven by anxiety and rage, slammed his palm on the instrument, drawing blood.
But he felt no pain.
He just wanted to go faster, faster, faster!
Xin'er's brainwaves had stopped, she was asleep, she—
He was already going as fast as he could.
As fast as he could.
Xin'er, wait for me, I'll be there in about ten minutes.
Christino's roar startled Trevor and the pilot, causing them to flinch involuntarily. How terrifying!
Please, Miss, don't let anything happen to you!
The Master will go on a killing spree, he will go mad!
The two felt the rage and fury emanating from the abyss of death.
Especially Trevor, who knew too well the importance of Miss to the Master.
Cold sweat poured down his back like a blizzard. Trevor made call after call.
Finally, he got through.
Trevor trembled with excitement, "Miss has had an accident on your Rong family's cruise ship, quickly find someone to save her!"
Fan Yinghao: "…………"
Who is it, speaking such chilling words in the middle of the night.
Just as Fan Yinghao was about to say, "You've dialed the wrong number," and hang up, Trevor hurriedly explained, "I'm Trevor, Miss is in danger!"
Trevor?
Fan Yinghao knew he was the bodyguard Christino had assigned to Madam.
"Quick, contact Rong Jingyang!"
"If you're any later, Miss will lose her life!"
Damn it!
Fan Yinghao cursed inwardly, rolled over and sat up, then immediately dialed Rong Jingyang's number.
Trevor's urgency and panic, coupled with the fact that it concerned Madam's safety, left no room for Fan Yinghao to verify the truth.
Even if Trevor was lying to him, playing a trick on him.
Even if it was just a false alarm, and the Master got angry and scolded him, he would accept it.
Madam could not afford to make any mistakes!
"Ring, ring, ring—"
The signal kept ringing, but no one answered.
Fan Yinghao, not waiting for the call to hang up automatically, called Mu Li.
"Mu Li, where are you and the Master?"
"Madam is in danger!"
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