The sun shone brightly on a summer day, its rays filtering through the glass and onto the tabletop.
She, Du Ruoxin, sat alone on the sofa, seemingly isolated and without support. Across from her, her husband, Rong Jingyang, held another woman's hand.
"Ruoxin, Jingyang and I are truly in love. Please, grant us your blessing."
"I don't want to fight you for the title of Mrs. Rong. I only wish to be by Jingyang's side, even if it means being nameless and without status."
"Please, grant us your blessing."
The woman wept, her tears flowing profusely, her appearance pitiful. This moved the man deeply, making him wish he could give her his very heart.
Du Ruoxin coldly watched Ai Wei, who was sobbing uncontrollably. Her acting was superb, completely embodying the essence of Aunt Qiong Yao.
She was clearly the mistress who destroyed a marriage, the one who forced the lawful wife into unspeakable suffering. Yet, with her tearful plea of "I will die without love," she managed to win the audience's sympathy, pity, and support.
They even wished for "the original wife to die quickly" and "for the true love of the male and female leads to be realized."
What utter nonsense about love!
What a ridiculous Qiong Yao drama!
If you want love, then divorce first, clean yourselves up, and then love.
At that time, no matter how passionate, how perverted, or how inseparable your love was, she wouldn't complain!
Du Ruoxin coldly observed the woman's disgusting and affected performance, then turned her gaze to the man who had remained silent.
"Rong Jingyang, tell me, you can't let go of Ai Wei, can you?"
"Tell me, you love Ai Wei, don't you?"
"You married me because your mother likes me, because I am suitable to be the young madam of the Rong family, right?"
These three questions caused the man to frown.
Rong Jingyang looked at her with cold indifference, his tone laced with heartless chill. "Du Ruoxin, don't be unreasonable."
"The status of the Rong family's young madam will forever belong to you. Isn't that enough?"
Not enough!
Damn it!
She didn't want an empty title!
She wanted his care, his exclusivity, his love.
[Rong Jingyang...]
Ah—
Her heart ached!
The pain, like being crushed by a roller or churned by a drill, pierced Du Ruoxin's brain, causing her excruciating agony, nearly making her faint.
No!
Du Ruoxin, you must hold on! You cannot let Ai Wei off the hook so easily! You cannot let this pair of scoundrels off the hook!
You—
"Mrs. Rong?"
"Mrs. Rong?"
A middle-aged woman, seeing Du Ruoxin's pale face and trembling body, shook her vigorously.
"Ah—" Du Ruoxin suddenly raised her hand to cover her chest.
It hurt so much.
The suffocating pain made her stagger two steps. If she hadn't been supported, she would have fallen.
"Mrs. Rong, are you alright?" the middle-aged woman asked with concern.
Du Ruoxin habitually shook her head. Who was she?
Just now...
Had she hallucinated just standing in the hall?
Du Ruoxin felt disoriented, unable to distinguish whether the images in her mind were reality or if what she saw before her was.
The middle-aged woman pulled her towards the elevator. "You're here just in time. The event is about to start. Come, come, come."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
Like a puppet, she was led into the conference room by the middle-aged woman. Only then did Du Ruoxin regain her senses.
The heart-wrenching scene she had just witnessed was a hallucination conjured by her own mind.
Heh—
In broad daylight, she was having a nightmare?
Before she had even met Rong Jingyang and Ai Wei, before facing that humiliation, she had scared herself to death?
She couldn't be so cowardly!
Du Ruoxin curled her fingernails and fiercely pinched her thigh. "Hiss—"
The pain kept her clear-headed.
Looking at the middle-aged woman, Du Ruoxin asked, "Where is Rong Jingyang?"