What could she possibly negotiate with him?
Du Ruoxin was too close to Cristiano, not just in an ambiguous way, but teetering on the edge of danger.
She frowned, closing her eyes. "Just kill me."
What he wanted was her.
And what she couldn't give was herself.
Du Ruoxin couldn't find anything to trade with Cristiano.
"Sigh..."
Cristiano let out a soft sigh.
"I won't threaten you," he lowered his head, his kiss landing on her face. "Remember..."
—
Rong Jingyang's arm was twisted and broken, his roar like that of a furious beast.
"Bang—"
He punched a bodyguard away, his bloodshot eyes ferocious and terrifying.
Du Ruoxin, how dare you!
How dare you—
On the projector, the woman closed her eyes, and Cristiano kissed her passionately.
The screen froze at the moment of their kiss.
Then it went black.
Rong Jingyang's eyes were rapidly filling with blood, the vessels in his pupils glowing red, as if about to burst.
Du Ruoxin, you—
Pfft!
A mouthful of blood got stuck in his throat, and Rong Jingyang collapsed.
"Master!"
Mu Li and Lin Xuanyao rushed towards Rong Jingyang, but the bodyguards around them were vicious. They were clearly trained for death, and they gave the two no opportunity.
Biting down, they didn't yield an inch.
Mu Li and Lin Xuanyao, unable to help themselves, could only watch helplessly as Rong Jingyang was brutally beaten.
—
"Remember, don't run away again."
"Otherwise..."
Cristiano released Du Ruoxin and lay beside her. "I can't guarantee I'll remain a gentleman."
In fact, he could have been more forceful. But he didn't want to push her, didn't want to make her sad or cry.
So, he would take it slow.
Until he could pry open her heart, until she was willing to let go of worldly concerns and accept his love.
Du Ruoxin realized the crisis had passed and jumped off the bed with a whoosh, running away quickly. "I know."
She wouldn't run anymore.
To have loved passionately once in this lifetime was enough for her to savor for the rest of her days.
Even if Rong Jingyang had never loved her...
But in this grand feast of love, having given her all and felt no regrets, Du Ruoxin was content.
She ran out of the bedroom in one breath, her head buzzing, still shaken from the panic.
She just rushed forward.
Miranda, dressed in a suit, was as dashing as any man, her sharp short hair often leading to her being mistaken for a man.
For this reason, she never bothered to correct anyone.
Whether in her subconscious or in life, she often saw herself as a man.
Only when her period visited, on time or not, did Miranda have a brief moment of realization—she was still a woman.
Dressed in a suit, she walked towards the dining room, and a petite figure rushed towards her.
She exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Xin, where are you going?"
Du Ruoxin was stopped. "Ah? I—"
With a couple of chuckles, she looked at her friend. "Miranda, where are you going?"
Seeing Du Ruoxin's slight panic, Miranda's mood sank. She pointed towards the dining room and said, "To eat breakfast."
Du Ruoxin seemed to have returned to her senses. "Oh, me too."
"Let's go, let's go, I'm starving."
Miranda looked at the charming and delicate woman before her. For some reason, the scene from this morning when she woke up flashed through her mind.
Taking a large stride, she caught up with Du Ruoxin and whispered, "This morning I saw a car drive into the farm."
Du Ruoxin was a little distracted. "Mm, and then?"
Miranda asked tentatively, "Do you think, perhaps, it was your husband, Rong Jingyang, coming to find you?"
Sister Xin was so good, such a charming woman, she couldn't believe there was any man in this world who wouldn't be moved.