In the afternoon, Rong Jingyang was absent; he and Ai Wei had left.
Du Ruoxin did not continue to stay at the venue. She went to a Huawei store and bought a mobile phone, decisively setting the muscular man as her wallpaper.
After browsing the streets for a while longer, night quietly descended.
Du Ruoxin was unwilling to return to the castle. She drove alone, her car moving forlornly on the road.
Several times, she wanted to call her mother-in-law, wanting to see her adorable daughter.
But she held back.
She feared that the moment the signal connected, she would be unable to control her tears.
She wasn't without ways to leave Rong Jingyang. Either she would sue for divorce, or she would simply disappear with their child to a place he could never find.
Suing for divorce was a complex and tedious process, and it wasn't guaranteed she would win.
Given Rong Jingyang's overbearing nature and his power that could shield the sky, she would likely never win a lawsuit in this lifetime.
As for disappearing with Dou Dou...
Du Ruoxin hadn't even considered it.
She and Rong Jingyang were not enemies. She was simply tired and hurt, and had decided to let go. How could she bring herself to reach such a desperate point with the man she loved to her very core?
Moreover, she couldn't deprive Dou Dou of his right to paternal love.
Wandering aimlessly until midnight, Du Ruoxin felt hungry. She went to a roadside stall and ate a plate of lobster, a portion of snails, and a serving of ribs. Only after she was full and satisfied did she find a hotel to check into.
Perhaps it was from eating too much, but she couldn't fall asleep.
She had to get up and digest her food.
As she was doing yoga, there was a commotion at the door.
Immediately, the door was opened, and a man reeking of alcohol walked in.
"Who!"
Du Ruoxin was startled and, by reflex, grabbed the ashtray on the table.
She had heard that some hotels had strange men breaking in at night, and she wondered if she had encountered a pervert.
Du Ruoxin hid behind the doorframe, her palms starting to sweat.
In the darkness, the man did not turn on the light and walked straight towards the bed.
"Thump," Rong Jingyang's tall and sturdy body collapsed onto the bed.
He felt around the large bed, and finding the woman absent, he sat up.
His gaze landed on the corner—Du Ruoxin, wearing a bathrobe, revealing a beautiful leg.
Rong Jingyang fell back down and said in a magnetic voice, "Du Ruoxin, come here and get me my slippers."
Du Ruoxin, who was hiding in the dark and afraid of being exposed, breathed a sigh of relief.
She put down the ashtray.
She stood at the edge of the bed, looking at the drunken man.
After a moment, as if it were ingrained in her bones from countless nights, Du Ruoxin brought hot water.
She took off his shoes and socks and washed his feet with a towel.
"Rong Jingyang, take off your clothes and sleep."
The man did not respond.
In the air, a heavy breathing could be heard.
Du Ruoxin thought he had fallen asleep. She climbed onto the bed, but the moment she got close to him, the man rolled over and pinned her firmly beneath him.
"Being so disobedient, do you want me to assign someone to follow you 24 hours a day?"
Rong Jingyang's alcohol-laden words blew onto the woman's face, carrying a domineering aura under the influence.
Du Ruoxin was mesmerized by the handsome face so close to hers. "Hmm?"
"Why didn't you return to the villa?" he questioned.
Du Ruoxin was speechless. Just as she was about to explain that they were having marital problems and needed space to cool down, Rong Jingyang kissed her lips.
"No." She refused to fall into his embrace without any limits.
Du Ruoxin placed her hands against his chest. "Rong Jingyang, let me go, okay?"
"I will fulfill your wish..."
He covered her hands, their fingers intertwined. "Let's have a child."
"Du Ruoxin, give me a son."
Before his words had even finished, he reached into her bathrobe and began to conquer.
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Europe
In an ancient castle with hundreds, even thousands, of years of history, a handsome, fair-skinned man in his thirties, dressed in casual wear, swung a golf club under the sun.
"Thwack—"
A hole-in-one.
The caddy respectfully handed him the second golf ball, but the man had lost interest.
He threw down the club and walked with a somber gait back to the shade of the umbrella.
A servant immediately handed him a drink and a towel, attending to him meticulously.
"Have you found Xin'er?"
At his words, everyone's faces turned pale with fright, and they fell to their knees with a thud.
"Useless!"
Just as the man was about to erupt in anger, a phone rang.
He exuded a chilling aura. Despite the sweltering heat, the servants and bodyguards felt an icy coldness around them, as if an ice blade hung over their heads, ready to sever their heads at any moment.
Their master was unpredictable, especially after "she" left.
The entire family was plunged into a purgatory of deep water and scorching fire...
For a time, bodies were carried out of the castle for cremation every day.
"Master, we've found Miss, but—"
On the other end of the signal, looking at the photos of forbidden pleasures being auctioned on the dark web, the subordinate had a premonition of the end of the world.
Miss was the master's darling, his treasured possession, and his absolute inverse scale.
She was actually being auctioned and played with by a group of people!
He could almost imagine the master's fury.
"What?" Rothschild gripped his phone, his eyes filled with darkness.
The subordinate, mustering his courage, reported, "Someone on the dark web is auctioning Miss. I've already ordered people to investigate."
The dark web?
Xin'er was being auctioned?
Cristiano J. Rothschild slammed his palm onto the table, hitting a glass.
"Crash—"
The shattered glass fragments pierced his flesh, and blood flowed freely, yet he seemed not to feel it.
His refined appearance instantly turned violent and bloodthirsty. "Find Xin'er!"
"I will make everyone who bullied her die!"