Kristino: "..."
He was almost amused to anger by the woman, but he couldn't bear to have her restrained and forcibly disinfected.
Helplessly, he put down the disinfectant and picked up the anesthetic. "Be good, okay? I'll give you the anesthetic first."
Okay, okay, okay~~~
Du Ruoxin really wanted to nod, but she remembered that she hadn't used protection when she was with Rong Jingyang last night.
What if she got pregnant?
Although it was a safe period, sperm could survive for several days in a woman's body. What if Rong Jingyang was just that powerful and hit the mark with one shot?
"No!" Du Ruoxin refused the anesthetic. "I won't have it!"
Kristino: "—"
This won't do, that won't do... his girl...
No way.
He lowered his voice and coaxed, "Xin'er, the wound on your arm must be treated."
Du Ruoxin was in so much pain that she lost her reason and was utterly unreasonable. "I, I..."
Her eyes, streaming with tears, were like a lost elf in the human world, unable to find its way home, so helpless, so pitiful.
At this moment, she was fiercely impacting Kristino, as if he could pluck out his heart and give it to her if only she would let him disinfect it.
"Be obedient, okay?" he coaxed repeatedly. "I'll be gentle, I won't hurt you."
Du Ruoxin pursed her lips tightly: "—"
Kristino continued to persuade, "Your hand is swollen quite frighteningly. If it gets infected, the scar will be very unsightly."
"And your foot..."
Du Ruoxin weakly interrupted, "I want Rong Jingyang."
Kristino's heart skipped a beat—what did she say?
Du Ruoxin repeated, "I want to call Rong Jingyang." She reached out, "Give me my phone."
Her bag had sunk to the bottom of the river with the car.
Kristino's breath caught in his throat. The surroundings seemed to fall into a deathly silence.
He—
He rushed to find her, ready to give her his heart, and she was only thinking of Rong Jingyang?
Then what about him?
What was he?
At this moment, Kristino heard his heart being torn to shreds.
Seeing her older brother's stiff expression, Du Ruoxin said again, "Brother, give me your phone!"
Kristino's thoughts froze. He smacked his lips a few times, and it took a long time for him to find his voice. "Give it to you... okay..."
"You need to disinfect it."
Even though he was a million times unwilling, he couldn't bear to see her cry or to have her hopes dashed.
Du Ruoxin nodded with red eyes, "Mhm."
Kristino's hand felt as if it was filled with lead as he laboriously fumbled his phone over to Du Ruoxin.
Du Ruoxin pressed the video call button.
"Beep, beep, beep—"
New Delhi, Six-Star Hotel
After asking Qin Yunxi to contact Maruti Group, Rong Jingyang had several hours of video conferences.
He closed his laptop. The sky had already turned dark.
What time is it?
He raised his wrist to check the time. It was almost eight o'clock.
So late?
He stood up and called out to the living room, "Du Ruoxin."
There was no response in the empty presidential suite. Rong Jingyang frowned slightly.
Where did she go if she wasn't back by this time?
He took out his phone—there were no missed calls or WeChat messages from her.
Rong Jingyang dialed her number.
The signal rang twice, and then the call was automatically disconnected.
Disconnected?!
Rong Jingyang's face darkened. He opened the door and said grimly, "Where did Madam go?"
Lin Xuanyao: "Madam is test-driving a new energy vehicle from the Rothschild family and hasn't returned yet."
What?
Rong Jingyang's already dark expression grew even darker—what kind of car takes four to five hours to test drive?
Just then, his phone vibrated and rang.
Rong Jingyang picked it up. It was Kristino?
He—calling him—video calling?
Is he crazy!
Without thinking further, Rong Jingyang hung up the call.