"Where's the divorce agreement? I'll get it!"
As she spoke, Du Ruoxin wanted to get up.
Rong Jingyang, however, kept her pinned down, saying, "Don't rush."
He raised his hand to grab the first-aid kit.
Du Ruoxin seized the opportunity to break free and leaped several meters away. They were getting divorced, how could she not be in a hurry?
"Hurry up, where's the agreement?!"
Rong Jingyang paused, his hand holding the first-aid kit. He looked up, his dark pupils fixing on her with a hint of coldness. "Come here."
Du Ruoxin refused to go over. Instead, she turned and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets, searching for the agreement.
Rong Jingyang's casually spoken words instantly froze her in place.
"If you're disobedient, I won't sign."
Du Ruoxin: "—"
They had agreed to sign, how could he go back on his word? Rong Jingyang, did he think this was a child's game, being so untrustworthy!
Du Ruoxin's eyelids twitched.
Helplessly, she walked closer to him.
Rong Jingyang pulled her onto his lap, then opened the first-aid kit, taking out iodine and cotton swabs to disinfect and clean her wound.
The man's movements were gentle and careful, as if afraid of hurting her.
Du Ruoxin's nose suddenly felt sore.
What was this?
The last bit of tenderness?
She didn't need it! Rong Jingyang, you don't need to pretend with me anymore, you don't need to maintain the persona of a good husband and father in front of your mother.
Du Ruoxin wanted to pull her hand back, but for some reason, her arm felt as if it were filled with lead, unable to move an inch.
She—
Was clinging to his tenderness.
But this tenderness was, after all, just a fleeting moment.
Du Ruoxin sniffled, biting her lower lip, refusing to let herself utter any words of regret.
Rong Jingyang finished treating her wound. Fortunately, it wasn't serious, just a minor abrasion of the epidermis.
But seeing the blood seeping from her fair skin, his heart was ultimately touched.
"Don't shower tonight," he said.
Then he looked up and saw her biting her lower lip so hard it was almost bleeding.
Rong Jingyang's dark pupils narrowed slightly.
He gripped the back of her neck, lowered his head, and kissed her.
Du Ruoxin turned her head to avoid him, her chest feeling as if a huge rock were pressing down. "Rong Jingyang, we're talking about divorce."
Who said you couldn't kiss during a divorce?
The man held her chin, preventing her from dodging.
The kiss landed on her lips again.
The passionate kiss was filled with invasion, possession, and all the desire a man had for a woman.
Du Ruoxin's entire body stiffened, her mind buzzing, losing the ability to think. Her body felt confined, like a piece of wood, at his mercy.
Her heart ached—
Let her indulge one last time.
One last time to feel Rong Jingyang's kiss, one last time to linger on his dominance.
After a long while, until they could barely breathe, Rong Jingyang released Du Ruoxin.
He led her to the desk.
Du Ruoxin leaned limply into Rong Jingyang's embrace, breathing heavily.
At this moment, her head was buzzing, completely out of sorts, as if the man had drained all her strength.
Rong Jingyang took a contract from the drawer. The cover clearly read "Divorce Agreement."
He placed it on the table and said, "Take a look?"
Du Ruoxin: "..."
The man's seamless transition from affectionate to unfeeling was too abrupt, too strange. She found it difficult to process.
It was like a broken Wi-Fi signal, freezing whenever crucial information was about to be conveyed.
Du Ruoxin was utterly bewildered.
Rong Jingyang turned her face towards the divorce agreement and said coldly, "Look!"
As Du Ruoxin's gaze fell upon it, four words that pierced her heart appeared before her eyes—it was real, Rong Jingyang truly wanted to divorce her.
Like a puppet on strings, she opened the first page.
Male Party: Rong Jingyang ID: ****
Female Party: Du Ruoxin ID: ****
Both parties agree to divorce. The female party shall gain custody of their daughter, Rong Xiyue, and receive the male party's assets: 100 million RMB. All other assets, such as company shares, group shares, real estate, and all other marital joint assets, shall be automatically relinquished by the female party.
The male party relinquishes custody of their daughter, Rong Xiyue.
Signatures:
Date: April 15, 2023
Du Ruoxin had expected Rong Jingyang to write a lot of agreement content and hadn't intended to read it, planning to sign directly.
However, with just two short sentences, she couldn't help but read it.
As she scanned through it, her heart suddenly clenched.
Ai Wei was right; Rong Jingyang was unwilling to give her Rong family shares, and this was why he had been reluctant to sign the divorce.
He wanted to dismiss her with a mere hundred million?
It wasn't even enough for the pocket money her own father gave her!
It was only then that Du Ruoxin suddenly understood. To prevent her from demanding an exorbitant amount, like 30% of Rong Corporation's shares, Rong Jingyang had kissed her until she was dizzy. His intention was to trap her, to make her lose her senses and sign the document in a daze.
Scratch, scratch, scratch—
Du Ruoxin, holding back a surge of emotion, angrily and decisively signed her name.
It didn't matter, she didn't covet the Rong family's assets anyway. No matter how he schemed...
They would go their separate ways from now on!
"Slap!"
Du Ruoxin slammed the pen heavily onto the table.
"There's one more page," Rong Jingyang "kindly" reminded her.
Du Ruoxin was furious, feeling as if she could spew fire. Without even looking at what the page contained, she quickly signed her name.
"Done!" She handed the pen to Rong Jingyang. "Your turn to sign!"
"Tomorrow, we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau and get our divorce certificates!"
Rong Jingyang unhurriedly took the pen, picked up the agreement, and said in a cold tone, "Madam, did you look at the date on the agreement?"
Du Ruoxin: ...She hadn't noticed that.
Rong Jingyang pointed to the date column.
Du Ruoxin's eyes widened abruptly, and she stammered, "Wh-why, is it delayed by a year?"
It was currently 2022, but Rong Jingyang had written 2023.
Rong Jingyang's expression was icy, and his tone was even colder. "I need time to transfer assets."
Pfft—
Du Ruoxin felt a pang in her heart and almost couldn't recover.
[Rong Jingyang, I don't care about your assets!]
Du Ruoxin wanted to call him petty, but her lips moved, and she ultimately didn't say it.
Rong Jingyang was worried that his elder brother wouldn't let things go?
Fine, a year it is.
Du Ruoxin gritted her back teeth. "Okay!"
Rong Jingyang flipped to the third blank page, then placed the agreement and pen on the table. "Now, let's talk about what we should do during this year."
Du Ruoxin looked utterly bewildered: "..."
What else could a divorcing couple do?
Wasn't it simply—you go your way, I'll go mine; pretend not to see each other if we meet, and never interact again for the rest of our lives?
"Do you want to speak first, or should I?" the man asked again.
Du Ruoxin was even more bewildered: "..."
"I'll speak," Rong Jingyang said, his cold tone uttering the most shameless words in the world:
"Before we get the divorce certificate, you are still my wife, Rong Jingyang's wife. You must fulfill your duties as my wife, such as taking care of my daily life and satisfying my various needs."
"Also, be filial to my parents and maintain the reputation of the Rong family."
Du Ruoxin's face elongated, as if to say—Rong Jingyang, could you be any more shameless? I have to be your free nanny for another year?