Did you want me to be patient and complain-free?
Go to hell!
Du Ruoxin was furious, "Rong Jingyang, don't push your luck!"
The man leaned back helplessly, "Then I won't sign."
Du Ruoxin: "!"
Where was your dignity, Rong Jingyang, where was it?!
Threatening her with not signing all the time.
The man seemed to ignore her glare, he brushed aside her hair and said, "Tell me your opinion?"
[I have nothing to say to you!]
Du Ruoxin's mind was blank. She really couldn't understand what Rong Jingyang was trying to do.
Divorce...
Postponed for a year?
Was there such a thing? What was he plotting?
Du Ruoxin stared at him warily, her lips moving, but no sound came out. She was afraid that if she spoke, she would fall into his trap.
"Not saying anything?" Rong Jingyang pushed her away coldly, "Then you have no opinion."
He wrote his demands on a blank page and then ordered, "Go get me a cup of coffee, extra strong."
Du Ruoxin put her hands on her hips and glared at him with a foul expression, "Drinking coffee in the middle of the night, do you want to stay up all night or die early?"
Rong Jingyang opened his laptop, and a cold gaze swept over her, "My life or death has nothing to do with you."
Du Ruoxin: "You—"
Fine, it had nothing to do with her, she was being a busybody!
Du Ruoxin stomped out with a clatter, as if she wanted to break through the floor. After a while, she returned with the black coffee.
"Bang!" She slammed it down on the table.
Then she turned to leave.
"Peel two pears."
The man's cold command came from behind.
"I won't!" She wouldn't serve him like a master.
Rong Jingyang's indifferent voice sounded again, "Violating orders, the deadline is postponed."
Du Ruoxin's footsteps faltered, and she froze on the spot. Like an emotionless robot, she stiffly turned her head, "What did you say?"
Rong Jingyang "kindly" explained, "Failure to fulfill wifely duties will result in a reset of the timer."
This was a scam!
Du Ruoxin immediately lost her composure, "Rong Jingyang, are you playing me?"
The man remained as cold as ever, "I asked if you had any opinions, and you didn't write them down yourself."
Du Ruoxin was provoked, "Who says I don't?"
If she were to say it all, one page wouldn't be enough.
Angrily walking up to Rong Jingyang, Du Ruoxin took out the agreement, picked up the pen, and said as she wrote, "The female party's requests for the male party are as follows:"
"One: Come home every night by ten o'clock. If you can't, you must report it, and the final decision rests with me."
"Two: Take Dou Dou every weekend and fulfill your fatherly responsibilities."
"Three: No coffee after 8 PM, and must be in bed by 11 PM."
"Four: No ignoring my calls or messages."
"Five: Give me a small surprise every day."
"Six: Spend an hour with me every day, whether it's for a walk, a movie, shopping, or just talking."
"Seven: No perfunctory behavior, no turning a blind eye or deaf ear to me."
"Eight: During the postponement period, no cheating, no intimate relationships with any other woman. Even standing within a meter counts as intimacy."
"Any violation will be considered a breach of contract by the male party, and the female party will also be absolved of her wifely obligations."
Du Ruoxin wrote a full page with a flourish, her pen moving like a shooting star.
However, looking at the dense handwriting, like a nagging wife's complaint, she was stunned.
This—
It didn't look like a divorce agreement, but more like a marital contract?
Du Ruoxin blinked in disbelief. Was this what Rong Jingyang meant?
Rong Jingyang's expression was cold. He hadn't expected Du Ruoxin to write so much, but after a slight frown, he said nothing and signed his name with the pen.
Then he put the agreement into the safe.
Du Ruoxin: "—"
Until the safe door closed, she still felt like she was dreaming.
She wanted to slap herself twice to confirm this wasn't a dream, or a prank.
Rong Jingyang, in his wheelchair, went to his laptop and opened his email, wanting to drink some coffee.
But as soon as he picked it up, he put it down again.
He took Du Ruoxin's hand and led her towards the door, "Sleep."
Feeling the man's burning warmth in his palm, Du Ruoxin knew this was not a dream.
Putting away her doubts and confusion, after helping Rong Jingyang wash up and wash his feet, she helped him into bed.
In the quiet and dark room, Du Ruoxin lay in Rong Jingyang's arms but had no sleepiness at all.
Thinking about everything that had happened tonight, the contract, and Rong Jingyang's strangeness, how could she sleep?
Doubt weighed on Du Ruoxin's chest like a mountain, making her feel uneasy.
Although she couldn't see any expression on the man's face in the dark room, she still looked up and gently called out, "Rong Jingyang."
"Hmm?" The man wasn't asleep either.
Du Ruoxin lowered her voice, "You don't want to divorce me, do you?"
"..."
This time, he was silent.
Du Ruoxin reached up and caressed his stern, resolute jaw, her voice as soft as flowing water, "But I don't want just one year."
"I want every year from now on."
"Rong Jingyang, I hope you will treat me well every day, just like in the contract, for the rest of our lives."
"..."
Heavy breathing sounded in Du Ruoxin's ear.
After a long while, the man pulled her hand away, patted her back, and said, "Sleep."
Du Ruoxin had no intention of sleeping.
Without hearing his answer, she didn't press further, just lay on his chest, her eyes wide open, staring into the darkness.
Suddenly, she sat up, her voice ice-cold, and questioned, "Rong Jingyang, are you going to dig up my mother's grave?!"
The man: "—"
He pulled her back into his arms and said, "I'll take you to pay respects tomorrow."
So, digging up her mother's grave was just a tactic to force her back?
Du Ruoxin's expression was complex.
Could such a thing be a joke?
If she said she wanted to dig up his ancestral grave, how would he feel?
Her heart felt like it was being crushed by a huge rock. Du Ruoxin said, "It was wrong of me to hide my past from you, I wasn't honest enough, but you shouldn't have threatened me with my mother's affairs."
"Rong Jingyang, you've gone too far!"
The more she spoke, the angrier she became, to the point where Du Ruoxin wanted to twist him, like twisting clothes, rotating 360 degrees.
The man didn't feel the tense atmosphere at all. He opened his eyes, his sharp black pupils fixed on her, "Alright then, tell me about your past?"
Uh—
How to explain?
Should she say her mother was a mistress due to fate? That she was illegitimate?
Or that her elder brother was a pervert, actually coveting his own sister?
Although her elder brother was indeed not right, she wouldn't allow anyone to insult him like that, including Rong Jingyang.
"Go to sleep." Du Ruoxin closed her eyes and said no more.
—
Early morning
Cristiano found Ivy without any pleasantries and asked, "What do you need me for?"
Ivy reapplied her makeup. Her delicate and elegant face no longer held the grievance of being abandoned. "Mr. Rothschild, our goals are aligned."
"You want Du Ruoxin, and I want Rong Jingyang."
"As long as we cooperate sincerely, we will definitely be able to break them up."
Besides this, Ivy couldn't think of any other reason for Cristiano to leave her his business card.
"Cooperate?" Cristiano looked at her wickedly, "What capital do you have?"
Ivy smiled charmingly, "Just because I saved Rong Jingyang's life, and because I understand him, I can hold his seven inches when necessary."