"Hmm?" the man stared at her, puzzled.
Du Ruoxin mumbled, "You rarely hold her, rarely kiss her, rarely take her out."
"You're even disgusted when Doudou interacts with you sometimes."
The details, seen by her, were like seeds planted in her heart, taking root and growing with the wind.
Sometimes, remembering them felt like needle tips, suffocating her.
Rong Jingyang's pupils contracted slightly, his gaze on Du Ruoxin filled with dominance. After a pause, he said indifferently, "You're overthinking it."
Du Ruoxin: "…………"
That was it?
No other explanation?
She had been waiting for him to confess or say something nice, but instead!
Rong, aren't you being too perfunctory!
Du Ruoxin's eyelids twitched, looking as if she was about to explode. Rong Jingyang seemed to read her micro-expressions and added, "Don't overthink things all day, Du Ruoxin, you should keep busy."
He then squeezed her face forcefully.
Du Ruoxin felt a pang of heartache. "Ahhh, Rong Jingyang, what are you doing?"
Her face was all swollen!
How could she show her face to anyone!
Rong Jingyang then cupped her chin. "Still overthinking?"
"Ouch!" Du Ruoxin bit his finger, but her strength was too much, and she couldn't get a good bite. "Rong Jingyang, let go of me!"
The man continued, stiffly, "Still overthinking?"
Du Ruoxin wore a bitter expression and could only shake her head. "No, no."
Oh dear, this was coercion and enticement, no, forced confession!
She was not convinced!
Rong Jingyang released her hand, and Du Ruoxin immediately grabbed her wrist and bit it hard!
Mr. Rong: "——"
Isn't that childish?
After biting enough, Du Ruoxin scurried back to her seat, fastened her seatbelt, and said, "Didn't you have something to discuss with me? Go ahead."
Rong Jingyang stared at his hand, which bore a row of teeth marks, and shook his head helplessly. "The new energy project, do you have confidence?"
Du Ruoxin turned her head away proudly. "Depends on my mood."
Rong Jingyang: "……"
Du Ruoxin waited for a second, two seconds, three seconds, perhaps a minute or two, but heard no response from the man. She turned back and said fiercely, "If my mood is good, I'll help you. If my mood is bad, I'll drag you down!"
Rong Jingyang gazed at her with his dark eyes, and suddenly, a curve appeared at the corner of his lips, reaching his eyes.
It was as if he was indulging her little temper.
Du Ruoxin's face immediately flushed. "I... I..."
She stammered, unable to say anything coherent. She chided, "Rong Jingyang, what are you laughing at!"
The man, with an inexplicable American confidence, stated with certainty, "You will help me."
Du Ruoxin glared at him. "Why are you so sure!"
Rong Jingyang took her hand and enclosed it in his palm. "Because—you are my wife, Rong Jingyang's wife. When husband and wife are united, they can break gold."
Du Ruoxin's face turned even redder from his words. Hey, was this the first affectionate thing Rong Jingyang had said to her?
She felt a little dizzy.
And a little deaf.
"What did you say?" Du Ruoxin repeated.
Rong Jingyang tightened his grip, still looking at her with a slight smile. "Du Ruoxin, you are my wife."
Mmm...
Du Ruoxin's smiling face bloomed like a flower. She silently counted, 1, 2, 3... 6. "Remove the first six words and call me again."
Rong Jingyang had never called her "wife" so intimately before. In the past, it was always Madam Rong, Mrs. Rong...
It felt so distant.
This kind of playful banter like lovers, holding his hand and throwing a little tantrum, was also a first for Du Ruoxin.
But this was the marital life she had always dreamed of.