Rong Jingyang returned after changing his clothes and saw Ai Wei, who was meek and polite, constantly apologizing to Du Ruoxin. Du Ruoxin, however, not only refused to accept the apology but became more aggressive and relentless in her scolding.
The dignified young mistress of the Rong family, his wife…
When had she become so unreasonable, so unforgiving?
“Shrew?” Du Ruoxin was hurt by her husband’s words. If Ai Wei hadn’t bullied their daughter, would she have become hysterical and angry?
As soon as Ai Wei saw Rong Jingyang approaching, she became even more pitiable. “It’s okay, it’s okay, A Jing, don’t be angry with Ruoxin.”
“It’s all my fault, I didn’t take good care of Dou Dou.”
“Ruoxin was just anxious, and her words were a bit unpleasant, but I won’t mind.”
Upon hearing this, Rong Jingyang’s gaze towards Du Ruoxin became even more unfriendly.
Du Ruoxin: …What the hell!
So it was all her fault? She was unreasonable, she was petty?
Rong Jingyang, Dou Dou is your own daughter!
“Take the lady away!” Rong Jingyang glanced at Du Ruoxin with a look of disdain and ordered Lin Xuanyao.
Lin Xuanyao walked towards Du Ruoxin, only to see her tightly hugging her daughter and shouting ferociously, “I’m not going!”
“Rong Jingyang, I’m not going anywhere today, I’m sticking with you.”
“Wherever you go, I go. Don’t think you can shake me and Dou Dou off.”
Rong Jingyang’s eyelids twitched. This woman!
Did he still not have a way to deal with her?
Rong Jingyang snatched his daughter and, with a grip like iron, dragged Du Ruoxin out.
“Ah—!”
“Let go, Rong Jingyang, let go of me!”
Was he going to throw her out of the mall like trash again?
“Wuwuwu—!”
“Mommy, Mommy, I want Mommy—!”
Du Ruoxin’s screams mixed with Rong Doudou’s helpless and frightened cries, resembling an epic domestic violence scene.
“Stop it!”
Feng Linwan, who had been watching the show, walked out in a rage.
She hadn’t left after separating from Du Ruoxin. Thinking it was lunchtime, she and her husband entered this popular barbecue restaurant.
When Feng Linwan went to the restroom, she accidentally overheard her daughter-in-law arguing with another woman.
She never knew that Ruoxin had such a fierce and assertive side, scolding the other woman to the point of being unable to retort.
She was just watching with great interest when her own son arrived, and the situation reversed 180 degrees.
Damn it!
Feng Linwan cursed inwardly, how could she have given birth to such a scumbag son?
“Rong Jingyang, you damn well let go!” Feng Linwan rushed to her son, snatched her granddaughter, and returned her to Ruoxin.
Du Ruoxin hugged her daughter, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
Feng Linwan saw this and felt pain in her heart. “Ruoxin, don’t be afraid, Mommy will back you up.”
Du Ruoxin was so angry she couldn’t speak, she could only hold her daughter and comfort her frightened little heart.
Feng Linwan glared at her son. “I’ll settle with you later!”
Then, with an aura of a meter eighty, she approached Ai Wei, who was looking bewildered, shocked, and scared.
The moment Ai Wei saw Feng Linwan, she wilted completely.
It wasn’t for any other reason than knowing that Rong Jingyang was a filial son, and even if Feng Linwan slapped her in public, Rong Jingyang wouldn’t stand up for her.
She had been afraid of this woman since childhood.
“Is this dress bought by my son?” Feng Linwan lifted Ai Wei’s sleeve. Although her words were gentle, they made Ai Wei shiver involuntarily.
Yes?
No?
Ai Wei avoided Feng Linwan’s gaze, unsure how to answer.
But soon, she recovered from her fear and immediately put on a flawless, beautiful smile. “Auntie, hello, no matter what—”
Just then, a maid walked over with a bag. “Madam, the clothes are bought.”
Feng Linwan flung Ai Wei’s hand away, her cold eyes like sharp blades. “Are you taking it off yourself? Or should I find someone to strip you?”
After hearing Ai Wei say that the dress was a gift from Rong Jingyang for her 18th birthday, Feng Linwan had already asked the maid to buy a new one from the women’s clothing store on the first floor.
Ai Wei: …
She looked at Rong Jingyang fearfully, but Rong Jingyang frowned and didn’t look at her.
“Not choosing?” Feng Linwan’s voice grew colder.
She turned her head.
The maid, receiving the signal, dragged Ai Wei towards the restroom like Granny Rong.
“No, I—”
“A Jing! A Jing!”
“This is my dress, I don’t want—”
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to her.
No matter how pitifully or helplessly she cried, in the barbecue restaurant, everyone held their breath, not daring to exhale.
Although the customers dining there didn’t understand what was happening, it didn’t stop the vast majority of people from using their screenwriter-like imaginations to conjure up exciting plots.
The most common speculation was: the mother-in-law helping the daughter-in-law tear apart the son’s mistress.
Mother-in-law is awesome!
It wasn’t until Ai Wei was dragged away and out of sight that Rong Jingyang turned to his mother. “Mommy…”
Feng Linwan gave her son no pleasantries. “Shut up!”
Rong Jingyang: —
A few minutes later, Ai Wei, who had changed into a new set of clothes and had red eyes from crying, came out with the maid carrying the 18th birthday gift dress.
Feng Linwan looked at Ai Wei, who was heartbroken and silently shedding tears, and coldly commanded, “Cut it up!”
In front of Ai Wei, in front of Rong Jingyang, in front of Du Ruoxin.
This was how she insulted people!
“Yes.” The maid didn’t dare to delay, took the scissors handed over by the barbecue restaurant owner, and quickly cut the dress into pieces.
Du Ruoxin finally managed to calm her daughter. Looking at the fabric falling like snowflakes, she remembered how her own clothes had been cut up by Rong Jingyang.
She lowered her head, hiding the sadness in her eyes.
“Pap pap pap—”
The onlookers, especially the women, spontaneously erupted into thunderous applause.
“Well done!”
“Nicely cut!”
“Auntie, do you have any other sons? Are you still looking for a daughter-in-law?”
Feng Linwan: …
She smiled politely at the young girl who asked the question and said, “I’m sorry, both my sons are married.”
To prevent the topic from going astray, she linked arms with Du Ruoxin, turned, and said to her son with a cold face, “Come home with me!”
Let’s see how she would deal with this rascal!
Don’t think that just because he’s grown up, this old lady can’t control him anymore!