Rong Jingyang: "—"
Staring at the woman's actions, a dark line flickered across his forehead.
Du Ruoxin, however, looked at Rong Jingyang with a grin, her eyes almost squinting shut. "Oh my, my hand slipped, it really did slip~~~"
She believed that Rong Jingyang wouldn't dare to settle the score with her in front of the Rong family elders, as well as his parents.
Du Ruoxin smiled as she tucked the phone back into the man's trouser pocket.
Mr. Rong: "————"
Facing the woman's shameless and unreasonable behavior, he truly wanted to crush her.
So, he did just that.
With his hands sticky with glutinous rice, he firmly pinched Du Ruoxin's nose. "You're asking for it!"
Du Ruoxin dodged backward. Rong Jingyang's hands were indeed slippery, and she easily broke free. She deliberately feigned a pout, "Oh dear, Mr. Rong, your hands are dirty!"
Rong Jingyang glanced at the woman escaping and shot her a sharp gaze—come here if you dare.
Du Ruoxin found the man's fierce expression somewhat endearing at the moment, inexplicably cute. "I'm not coming over. Do you think I'm stupid?"
Feng Linwan had her period today. The next day, she wasn't feeling well, and Rong Jianchen forbade her from sitting for too long or exerting herself.
Unable to wrap zongzi, she very willingly took on the role of photographer.
Taking photos, documenting every touching and moving moment in life, had been her passion since having their three children.
The growth diaries of Rong Jingyang, Rong Jingyu, and Long Xijin alone filled an entire building.
Now, Rong Doudou had been added to the collection.
Anyway, the Rong family's estate was vast; the entire mountain belonged to her.
Rong Jianchen indulged and doted on his wife without any limits. As long as it was something his wife liked, he would absolutely support it.
Thus, Feng Linwan's passion for photography had become uncontrollable over the years.
As she was taking photos, she suddenly heard her son and daughter-in-law seemingly having a "disagreement." She quickly walked over. "What's wrong?"
As soon as Rong Jingyang saw his mother, his expression changed as rapidly as a Sichuan Opera face-changing performance. He grinned slightly. "Nothing, Du Ruoxin's nose is itchy."
Uh—
Du Ruoxin and Feng Linwan both choked.
Couldn't you find a better excuse? Is it right to fool people so casually?
Du Ruoxin's eye twitched, and she quickly chimed in, "Yes, Mr. Rong's nose is also itchy."
As she spoke, she also smeared her glutinous rice-covered hand on the man's face.
Feng Linwan: "..."
The mother's eyes widened, but seeing her son's face smeared, she dared not get angry.
Hahahaha—
Please forgive her, it wasn't that her son wasn't her own, but she simply couldn't help but laugh!
Rong Jingyang had always been a mature, composed, and expressionless little old man since he was young, lacking the cuteness and innocence expected of a child. Heaven knew how much she wanted to shed the shell her son wore.
However, her child was grown and had his own thoughts; she had no control over him.
Now, finally, a woman was taming him, allowing him to have a taste of earthly human connection!
Feng Linwan wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate!
"Hahahaha..." Unable to contain her laughter, she wisely withdrew. "You two continue, you two continue."
If you're still itchy—
The bedroom is in the back!
Just keep the noise down a little!
Du Ruoxin was infected by her mother-in-law's laughter. Looking at her husband's face, which was her masterpiece—Rong the calico cat—she couldn't help but laugh until her stomach ached.
As soon as his mother left, Rong Jingyang's expression immediately turned stern again.
"Du Ruoxin!"
"Look at what you've done!"
"Hurry up and come here to wipe my face!"