"Brother..."
Calm down, be rational, don't do anything scandalous, otherwise, otherwise...
Du Ruo Xin was contemplating whether to threaten him with death.
But seeing that he wasn't heading towards the bedroom, she could only follow him, cautiously, from three meters away.
"Take it."
He tossed his unbuttoned shirt at her.
Du Ruo Xin had no desire to take it; she wished she could throw it into a septic tank, a chicken coop, a duck pond, or a doghouse.
But that was only in her thoughts.
There was no way around it, she couldn't afford to offend him.
"Catch." His belt was flung over as well.
Du Ruo Xin: "..."
Damn it!
Would Cristino take off his pants in front of her?!
She—
She would erupt in flames!
Du Ruo Xin was gathering her emotions. If he dared to unzip, no matter what, she'd curse him out first!
Fortunately, he didn't undress further. They entered the boxing gym, one after the other.
The boxing gym?
Did he want to box?
Du Ruo Xin scanned the surroundings, feeling a bit bewildered.
Cristino stopped walking. He turned around and cast a wicked glance at her, "Not turning away, you want to watch?"
What?
Seeing him reach for his zipper, Du Ruo Xin was so startled she immediately turned her back.
Who...
If only she could find a woman to date, get married, have children, and enjoy family warmth...
"If I win, I'll give you a reward," Cristino said.
Can I refuse?
Who knew what the reward would be?
But Du Ruo Xin knew she couldn't refuse her brother's request, so she grinned, "I want to choose my own gift."
Cristino nodded, responding with an "Mm," then added, "Watch carefully."
She: "Yes."
On the boxing ring, as the referee's whistle blew, Cristino engaged in a brutal fight with the professional boxer.
Du Ruo Xin had no interest in watching her brother box. She didn't care who took more hits or who was beaten more severely.
His childish display of muscles, pecs, and masculine hormones didn't move her.
Except for Rong Jing Yang...
Go away, go away, why was she thinking of Rong Jing Yang again?
Du Ruo Xin smacked her own forehead. Her mood was utterly terrible.
Helplessness and despair weighed heavily on her heart, making it hard to breathe.
"Crack—"
On the stage, Cristino twisted one of the boxer's arms, "Ah—"
The excruciating howl of pain jolted Du Ruo Xin back to reality. Her pupils trembled, her eyes widened, "Cristino!"
He was supposed to be boxing, why did he twist someone's arm off?
It was too cruel!
However, Cristino seemed not to hear her cries, like an enraged, out-of-control lion, he twisted the boxer's leg.
Du Ruo Xin screamed, "No!"
Don't vent your anger on innocent people, don't let me see you go mad.
Du Ruo Xin's pores stood on end, and she couldn't help but tremble.
Cristino still didn't stop. He landed punch after punch on the defenseless boxer, with such ferocity it seemed he intended to kill him.
"Ugh—"
Du Ruo Xin couldn't bear to watch any longer. She dropped the shirt, covered her mouth, and fled.
Hiding in the restroom, she shakily locked the door and then leaned over the bathroom cabinet, retching.
What to do, what to do? Her brother was becoming more and more perverted, his possessiveness over her growing stronger.
His asking her to watch him box just now was undoubtedly a warning: if she tried to escape again, everyone around her would die.
Her best friend, her mother-in-law and father-in-law, everyone in the Rong family who had been kind to her, and Dou Dou...
Du Ruo Xin collapsed onto the floor and slapped herself twice more.
If she had known her presence would drive her brother to such extremes, she would rather have not knocked on their door that night.
She would rather... have gone to the orphanage...
"Knock knock—"
Cristino's voice, like a demon from hell, came from outside the door, "Xin'er, open the door."
I won't open it!
Du Ruo Xin roared at the door like a Tibetan Mastiff, "Roar!"
She was so angry she couldn't even speak properly.
Cristino: "..."
Had he frightened her just now?
But if she didn't listen, how could he make her stay by his side without using some methods?
"If you don't open the door, shall I break it down?"
The threat was effective. Du Ruo Xin immediately opened the door, like a provoked hedgehog, "Cristino, are you trying to drive me to my death!"
How could that be?
He loved her too much to harm her.
Cristino gently pulled her into his arms and whispered in her ear, "I won't hurt you, never."
But you will hurt the people around me!
I'm scared!
Du Ruo Xin's pent-up anxiety and fear erupted, "I'd rather you kill me, I'd rather I had never appeared before you."
"Cristino, you are a devil!"
If one day, he dared to harm Dou Dou, she would kill him.
Without hesitation!
"Devil?" He repeated her words, his voice cold and devoid of emotion, "Xin'er, whether I am a devil or a human depends on your attitude."
Du Ruo Xin's liver, heart, lungs, and kidneys trembled with anger, "What does that have to do with me!" She pushed him away, her fingertip poking his chest, "You all only know how to bully me!"
"Threatening me at every turn!"
"Fighting and killing at every turn!"
"I hate you all!"
"Ah!"
Du Ruo Xin screamed in despair, pushing him out of the restroom with all her might, and ran to the bed alone, wrapping herself tightly in the quilt.
Cristino: "..."
Looking at the woman curled up on the bed, he furrowed his brow. After a moment of silence, he said, "Don't be angry anymore. I'll accompany you to pick up Dou Dou tomorrow morning."
Get lost!
I'm not going!
"I promise, I'll treat you both well."
I don't need it!
Just don't show up!
Du Ruo Xin kept her head buried under the covers until she heard the door close. Only then did she slowly pull away the quilt.
Sigh...
Life is meaningless.
Could life get any more melodramatic?
@#￥%……amp;amp;*！
Du Ruo Xin wanted to curse, but her good upbringing prevented her from yelling like a shrew.
Even if she stomped her feet in anger, even if her hair stood on end, wishing she could shake the floorboards apart.
Ah!
Let it be!
Du Ruo Xin stomped out of the room and found Cristino, "Give me your phone."
She hadn't brought her phone; it was at the villa.
"Mm?" Although Cristino was puzzled, he handed her his phone, "Xin'er..."
Du Ruo Xin snatched the phone and ran off again.
He: "?"
Du Ruo Xin returned to the room, locked the bedroom door, then swapped in her phone card from three years ago and turned it on.