"Damn it! How can I let Du Ruoxin call Rong Jingyang? Won't it be exposed immediately?"
Ai Wei held Du Ruoxin, pleading, "Ruoxin, this is between the two of us. We can solve it ourselves. Please don't pressure Jingyang anymore."
Du Ruoxin said sternly, "Let go!"
This was a matter involving her, Rong Jingyang, and Ai Wei, primarily Rong Jingyang!
As long as he said a word, as long as he showed an attitude, her decision would be made.
Ai Wei held on tightly, refusing to let go. "No—" Tears fell as if on cue, and she begged, "Please, don't pressure Jingyang anymore."
"He has been exhausted and in pain for the past few days for the sake of both of us."
"He, who never drank, actually wanted to numb his troubles with alcohol."
"Do you know how painful it is for me to watch him drunk, lying on the sofa in a daze?"
Her tears flowed more fiercely, like a waterfall, covering Ai Wei's entire face.
Du Ruoxin: "—"
Wh-what did she mean?
Why couldn't she understand what Ai Wei was saying?
Du Ruoxin was bewildered by Ai Wei's tearful distress and her inexplicable words.
In the corridor, Ai Wei's intense emotional performance drew the attention of onlookers.
Some people whispered:
"Is this a catfight between the original wife and the mistress?"
"Damn, what's going on?"
"Are they going to fight?"
"Why aren't they fighting yet?"
"Which one is the original wife, and which one is the mistress?"
"It feels like they're going to compromise for that man... to share him."
The incessant chatter entered Ai Wei's mind.
She almost messed up her performance due to distraction.
No!
I need to find a quieter place!
Ai Wei pulled Du Ruoxin into an empty room nearby.
Meanwhile, Du Ruoxin's mind exploded at Ai Wei's words, "Don't pressure Rong Jingyang anymore," and "Rong Jingyang lying on the sofa in a daze."
How... how was she pressuring him?
He and Ai Wei... lying on the sofa together... did they... do anything else?
Make it clear.
Confused and led into a room, Du Ruoxin's thoughts froze. She stared blankly at Ai Wei, "Pressure him?"
"You guys..."
Ai Wei, with red eyes and tears streaming down her face, her expression filled with concern for the man, said, "Madam likes you, not me."
"No matter how hard I try, no matter how much Jingyang tries to improve my relationship with Madam, Madam still doesn't agree to me marrying into the Rong family."
"Jingyang is very filial. He doesn't want to upset his mother, so I have to be wronged."
"But I don't want to be wronged."
"I pressured him again and again, I pressured you again and again, I want you to divorce, I want him to marry me quickly."
"Because I pushed him too hard, he refused to get better."
"Did you know, Jingyang's leg injury wasn't actually that serious. It could have healed completely in three months."
"But to appease me, to gain my sympathy, he dragged it out until now."
"I..."
Ai Wei became more distressed as she spoke, finally breaking down into sobs, unable to stop her weeping.
Du Ruoxin's heart trembled violently: "—"
Wait, what did Ai Wei mean?
She said Rong Jingyang's leg... wasn't actually disabled... it was just a ruse to get Ai Wei to compromise... a stratagem of self-harm?
How could this trick... be so familiar?
Wasn't it precisely because she saw Rong Jingyang as disabled, felt guilty towards him, and felt she owed him, that she let go of past grievances and hatred, willingly stayed by his side, took care of him, and started over with him?
Now, Ai Wei was telling her—Rong Jingyang's disability was faked? To gain Ai Wei's sympathy?
Du Ruoxin felt as if she had been struck by a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
She couldn't accept it.
"You're... lying!"
Du Ruoxin's eyes widened in rage as she roared.