Qin Yunxi: "..."
Grace: "..."
The scene froze.
Not only was Qin Yunxi shocked and disgusted, but Grace was also stunned by her own childish and rude behavior.
She: "—"
Before she could regret it, Qin Yunxi spat in her face.
Grace became furious: "Ahhhhhh!"
The noise, comparable to a hundred-level destructive force, reverberated through the presidential suite. It was as if a cockroach, by sheer bad luck, had crawled under a pendulum five meters in diameter, and a monk suddenly struck the bell.
Buzz buzz buzz—
Qin Yunxi felt exactly like this, his eardrums almost bursting.
He straightened up with disdain, moving away from her.
Seeing the woman on the verge of tears in her breakdown, Qin Yunxi felt a pang of pity. Ahem, ahem!
He feigned anger, but his tone softened unconsciously, "I'm just returning the favor."
You were the one who was uncivilized and spat first, so how can you blame me for giving you a taste of your own medicine?
"Ahhhhhh—"
The noise still lingered in his ears, showing no signs of abating. It seemed Grace intended to scream until her throat burst.
"Stop screaming, stop screaming," Qin Yunxi conceded.
He took out a tissue to wipe her clean and released her.
The moment Grace was free, she ran into the bathroom as if being chased by a knife.
"Bang!"
The door slammed shut and was locked.
You damn scumbag! Disgusting! Dirtier than a cockroach in a latrine!
Itchy, itchy, itchy!
Grace turned on the faucet, took off her clothes, and only felt slightly better when the warm water washed away the disgusting smell.
But—
After washing off Qin Yunxi's smell, her clothes were also wet.
What would she wear?
She couldn't possibly go out naked.
The thought of the scumbag Qin Yunxi lurking outside made Grace freeze.
—
"Rong Jingyang, I will take care of you until you recover."
His injuries were caused by her, and his pain was caused by her elder brother.
If only…
Alas, there are no "if onlys" in this world.
Du Ruoxin felt guilty, so she didn't argue or retort when facing Rong Jingyang's bad temper and unpleasant attitude.
Blushing and with a racing heart, she helped him bathe and quickly wrapped him in a towel.
Mr. Rong: "—"
Du Ruoxin seemed not to see his erect state and quickly pushed him towards the bathroom cabinet, "Mr. Rong, hehehe, rinse your mouth."
After squeezing the toothpaste for him and handing it over, she acted as obsequiously as a sales consultant seeing a wealthy nouveau riche who only knew how to buy, buy, buy.
Rong Jingyang glanced at her, his expression stern as he took the toothbrush.
While he was brushing his teeth, she left, saying, "I'll go change," and quickly ran to the walk-in closet to take off her wet dress and put on—
Originally, she intended to wear Rong Jingyang's shirt as a temporary measure. After all, they were not divorced and were still married.
Wearing his clothes shouldn't be a big deal, right?
Du Ruoxin thought to herself, feeling self-righteous.
But looking at the sexy and revealing lace dress in the wardrobe, she thought: "—"
Which wild woman did Rong Jingyang prepare this for?!
Du Ruoxin felt the urge to burn the clothes again.
However, her anger instantly subsided when she saw clothes and pants, and a bra in her size.
Ahem, did Rong Jingyang buy them for her?
A blush crept across Du Ruoxin's face. Just as she was deciding which outfit to wear, she heard the sound of a wheelchair from the bathroom.
Rong Jingyang was coming out?
With no time to choose carefully, Du Ruoxin casually grabbed one of Rong Jingyang's shirts and put it on.
Fortunately, the shirt was long enough to cover her lower half.
Seeing the woman's flustered attempt to fasten the buttons with her back turned, Rong Jingyang pressed the pause button.
Du Ruoxin: ...What, you're not leaving? Do you want to peek?
For some reason, her face grew redder, her heart beat faster, and she felt inexplicably hot, especially under the loose shirt.
Quickly fastening all the buttons, Du Ruoxin, afraid of being exposed, bent over and retreated behind him.
"Mr. Rong, are you going to sleep?" she asked.
This time, the man didn't say anything harsh and softly replied, "Mm."
Du Ruoxin pushed him to the bedside and, with all her might, helped him onto the bed.
With great effort, she managed to get the man onto the bed. At the last moment, Du Ruoxin lost her balance and rolled onto him.
She landed on top of him.
His arms wrapped around her waist.
Due to the momentum, Du Ruoxin's mouth landed directly on the man's prominent Adam's apple.
Uh—
Du Ruoxin's body stiffened. She wanted to get up, but his grip on her waist was too strong; she couldn't break free.
"Rong Jingyang…" she murmured softly.
The man seemed not to hear the resistance in her tone and said deeply, "Sleep."
Du Ruoxin's nerves were tightly strung, caught in a struggle between whether to push him away and leave.
Ultimately, reluctance outweighed all other thoughts.
This year, Rong Jingyang, who had lost his legs, must have suffered greatly?
"Okay." I'm not leaving.
Never before had Du Ruoxin realized how much Rong Jingyang needed her.
At this moment, she couldn't bear to leave.
Having had a secret crush for four years and been married for three, Rong Jingyang had been a god-like figure for the past seven years. She admired and adored him.
He was flawless, which made her feel insignificant.
It felt like a one-sided crush, bitter and lonely.
But now, Rong Jingyang needed her, depended on her, and this feeling was surprisingly wonderful.
It was a beauty Du Ruoxin had never experienced.
Leaning gently on his shoulder, she compromised with herself and said, "Rong Jingyang, I haven't showered or brushed my teeth yet."
The man said nothing, and the grip on his hand did not loosen at all.
Du Ruoxin could only sigh inwardly, thinking that she would freshen up after he fell asleep.
But she waited and waited, and even when he fell asleep, he didn't let go.
That night, Du Ruoxin had a dream.
She dreamed that Rong Jingyang was permanently disabled and would always need her. And she, relying on this dependence, drove away Ivy.
From then on, all the women who appeared around Rong Jingyang had to be screened by her. Any beautiful, scheming woman with ulterior motives towards Rong Jingyang was utterly driven away by her.
Du Ruoxin became the only woman by Rong Jingyang's side.
Hahahaha—
Just as she was gloating and laughing triumphantly, a face suddenly appeared.
Cristiano!
"Ah!"
Du Ruoxin sat up abruptly, her mind filled with Cristiano's words, "Xin'er, you are mine, and you can only be mine in this life."
She was startled awake.
Cold sweat poured down her back, as if she were in an environment with temperatures below minus tens of degrees Celsius.
"What's wrong?"
The man's deep voice reached her ears.
Du Ruoxin turned her head to look—Rong Jingyang?
Not Cristiano?
Oh, right, her brother was currently in police custody, facing imprisonment.
Du Ruoxin quickly composed herself. The beautiful dream she had was completely forgotten after the scare.
"No," she rolled off the bed. "Are you getting up? What time is it?"
Rong Jingyang glanced at the clock on the wall and said coldly, "Three-ten."
Du Ruoxin: "In the morning?"
Then she could sleep a little longer.
Just as she was about to get back into bed, Rong Jingyang's icy voice pierced through the air, "In the afternoon."
Pfft—
She had slept for more than ten hours?
Why didn't anyone wake her?!
Du Ruoxin suddenly felt a pang of panic. Oh no, Big Brother!
She had forgotten about her brother!
No wonder she dreamed of her brother's terrifying face. Sob sob sob, Du Ruoxin wanted to cry.