The screening room
On the screen, Cristiano’s handsome yet haggard face appeared.
Du Ruoxin’s heart skipped a beat.
Big brother… what did he want to say to her… why was it so mysterious… he…
Angus patted Du Ruoxin’s shoulder, “You watch first.” Then he walked to the back rows and sat down.
Lanny also placed the hot drink and popcorn next to Du Ruoxin and went to sit at the entrance.
The lights around them dimmed, and in the vast screening room, only Cristiano’s enlarged handsome face was visible.
He sat on the sofa, legs spread apart, elbows resting on his thighs, leaning forward slightly, fingers clasped together at his lips. The man in the black shirt and black trousers exuded a slightly subdued, suppressed aura.
The room was extremely dark, with only the faint glow of a wall lamp in the distance casting a subtle light on Cristiano. The faint light, along with the diamond watch on his wrist, flashed and sparkled, exceptionally dazzling.
[What is Big Brother doing?]
Du Ruoxin stared at the screen, a little curious.
“Screech—”
The door opened.
A beam of strong light shone on Cristiano’s face, and Du Ruoxin finally saw clearly that he—was covered in blood.
Du Ruoxin instantly tensed up.
As the person who opened the door walked in with the light, the room became brightly lit.
“J, are you trying to die!”
“In that situation just now, were you going crazy, or did you want to die?”
“You inexplicably smashed a bottle on someone’s head, do you know you’ve ruined everything!”
As if the gunfire and hail of bullets from moments ago were still swirling in his mind, the man’s veins bulged with anger, his fury burning like a sky ablaze.
What the hell!
If he hadn’t reacted quickly just now, he and J would have been riddled with bullets!
“I’ll be damned—”
The man was about to curse loudly, but Cristiano closed his eyes and murmured, “He shouldn’t have slapped her.”
The man, filled with righteous indignation, cursed, “Are you sick!”
Crazy!
Wait, what did Cristiano just say?
The man paused, then looked at his blood-covered best friend with cold eyes, “What did you say? Who slapped whom—”
“Holy crap!”
The more he spoke, the angrier he got, and the man jumped up directly, “You’re going crazy because Jack slapped his sister?”
“Are you kidding me!”
“That’s someone else’s sister!”
“Whatever they want to do with her is their business, it’s none of yours!”
Just because of this, Cristiano ordered the near annihilation of the Jack family?
What a problem!
Definitely a serious problem!
“I—”
The man’s anger grew with every word. It was such a small matter, yet it almost cost him his life! It almost killed him in this damned place!
However, before he could continue his tirade, Cristiano suddenly opened his eyes, his red irises filled with a bloodthirsty coldness, “Women are meant to be cherished.”
The man spurted out a mouthful of saliva, almost choking to death on his own spit.
Cherished what nonsense!
His life was gone!
Wait, didn’t that sound a bit off?
The man suppressed his volatile temper, narrowed his eyes, and scrutinized Cristiano, his thoughts racing.
From the moment they met, he had noticed something was wrong with him, as if he had been abandoned by someone, with a look of a resentful wife.
Suddenly remembering something, the man said playfully, “Hey, did your little princess get wronged by someone?”
“Didn’t you say you would propose to her when she came of age?”
“I attended her coming-of-age ceremony a few days ago, and she was stunning. Absolutely breathtaking.”
“If I didn’t know she was your life, I would have wanted to pursue her.”
Cristiano looked at his friend’s teasing banter, his cold eyes dimmed, and he looked away, “I will not propose to her.”
The man stumbled, almost dropping his jaw—what? What was Cristiano saying? His protection of Du Ruoxin was almost to a pathological degree; anyone who dared to touch her would definitely not survive past midnight!
And now, he was saying he wouldn’t marry Du Ruoxin?
There must be a reason for such an unusual occurrence.
Quick, quick, quick, let’s gossip!
The man looked at Cristiano with great interest, “What happened? What did Du Ruoxin do to you?”