What were you doing before?
Ahaha, it's so late, hasn't everyone eaten dinner yet?
Du Ruoxin said as she walked, "Honey, have you had dinner? I'm so hungry, should we find a hotel to fill our stomachs first?"
Rong Jingyang didn't press for details. After all, there would be plenty of time for an interrogation tonight.
"Let's go," he said, extending his hand.
Du Ruoxin smiled knowingly, took his hand, and they held on tightly.
Rong Jingyang patted his leg, "Shall I carry you?"
Du Ruoxin: "No need, I can walk."
Cough, cough, cough. Although she enjoyed being doted on by Rong Jingyang and liked to show off their affection, at this moment, everyone was so disheveled and miserable. It was better not to.
To avoid public outrage!
Du Ruoxin insisted on walking.
Pushing Rong Jingyang, they walked towards the door. After only a few steps, Du Ruoxin turned back, "Brother, coming?"
Cristiano was surprised she would invite him.
In the past, he would never have refused.
But at this moment, Cristiano shook his head and said, "You go ahead, I still have things to do."
He didn't want to see his precious girl fawning over another man.
That would drive him mad.
"Come on," Du Ruoxin said coquettishly, "more people means more fun."
Cristiano smiled wickedly, "Is that so?" He then glanced at the man in the wheelchair, "He doesn't think so."
Du Ruoxin: "..."
The two men, who had just wanted to kill each other, now being asked to shake hands and make peace seemed difficult.
Alas!
Forget it!
It seemed the road to their genuine reconciliation was still long and arduous!
Du Ruoxin didn't force the issue, but unexpectedly, Rong Jingyang's indifferent tone broke the silence, "Let's go together."
"Since it was a misunderstanding, let it pass."
Pfft—
You say that so easily!
Our bodyguards almost died by your gun!
Cristiano's chest tightened. He had underestimated Rong Jingyang's shamelessness!
Moreover, he was certain that Rong Jingyang said this precisely to show off their affection in front of him, to infuriate him.
He wouldn't go!
"Heh—" he sneered, "Someone should really call the police and arrest you."
No!
Du Ruoxin shivered in fear, "Uh—"
"Um, Ying Hao, you stay at the hospital. Let me know when the person is out of surgery."
Fan Yinghao: "Yes, Madam."
Du Ruoxin: "Since Big Brother is busy, I'll invite you next time."
"ByeBye."
Then, pushing Rong Jingyang, she ran.
Ran.
Cristiano: "—"
Rong Jingyang was amused and annoyed, "Why are you running?"
Du Ruoxin: "If I don't run, will my brother call the police?"
Rong Jingyang: ...He wouldn't.
Cristiano wanted to kill him, but he would never do it in front of Du Ruoxin; that would only push her further away.
But Rong Jingyang didn't intend to enlighten her.
Lin Xuanyao quickly drove the car over.
They got into the back seat.
Du Ruoxin asked, "Xuanyao, do you have wet wipes in the car?"
Rong Jingyang's face was covered in bloodstains, and she found it unbearable to look at.
Lin Xuanyao handed her one.
"Thank you."
Du Ruoxin took out a wet wipe and then looked at Rong Jingyang, "Close your eyes, I'll wipe it clean for you."
Alas!
Grandfather also had a scar on his face. The father and son, one on each side, made a complete set.
Truly—
Du Ruoxin looked at the long bandage on her husband's face, her heart aching.
She wanted to scold him, asking why he was so impulsive.
But the words caught in her throat.
In her memory, Rong Jingyang was calm and self-possessed, inscrutable, always with an emperor's perspective, treating even the biggest matters as trivial.
Indifferent, cold-blooded, composed, and unflustered were his labels.
She had once longed to tear through that facade, to have him change for her just once.
Now that it had happened, Du Ruoxin couldn't be happy.
"Du Ruoxin."
Perhaps sensing her suppressed emotions, Rong Jingyang called out softly.
"Hmm?"
Du Ruoxin knelt on the seat, gently wiping the bloodstains from him.
"Were you doing it on purpose?"
He asked.
Du Ruoxin's heart pounded, but she steadied her voice and said with a straight face, "Doing what on purpose?"