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Having been married for so long, Rao Jie naturally understood his intentions. With a sigh, she got up and took Wu Rong's hand, leading him toward the bathroom. It seemed that a good night's rest was out of the question. She would have to be proactive all night until Wu Rong was satisfied, which meant she could just lie around the next day.
Fortunately, this was the ultimate solution, and it seemed Wu Rong had calmed down a bit. However, the next day at school, when Long Yong encountered Wu Rong, he looked displeased as he held some documents and said, “Professor Wu, are you being childish on purpose to mess with me?”
Wu Rong raised an eyebrow and replied slowly, “If you’re dining with someone’s wife behind their back, you should be prepared for some payback.”
Long Yong was utterly speechless at Wu Rong's response. He wished he could find Rao Jie to vent his frustration on Wu Rong, but he figured Rao Jie had probably been tormented enough by Wu Rong's jealousy already, so he gave up on that idea.
At this point, Rao Jie managed to endure Wu Rong's behavior with her usual good temper. That was until Li Zhaofeng brought his wife to England. At that time, Li Zhaofeng's wife took the initiative to invite Rao Jie over since she knew Rao Jie had obtained her qualification certificate.
Madam Dong wanted Rao Jie to help make desserts for a charity sale, contributing to a good cause. Of course, the benefit for Rao Jie was that she could spend all day in a cake shop with Li Zhaofeng making desserts together; it would be the best kind of class.
Rao Jie's admiration and gratitude towards Li Zhaofeng were evident, but this display made Wu Rong feel uneasy and insistent on tagging along. What did a mathematician need to do in such a place?
Reluctantly, Rao Jie brought him along anyway. Throughout the day, Wu Rong's possessiveness was apparent, leaving Rao Jie speechless and even uncomfortable. Madam Dong would joke about it.
“Madam doesn’t mind at all; I don’t understand what you’re worried about,” Rao Jie remarked.
After a long and difficult day, Rao Jie finally snapped and had a full-blown argument with Wu Rong. In a fit of anger, she flew off to Romantic Country to find Wu Xin. Unfortunately, Wu Xin had returned home to look for Zhan Ruoyang.
Left alone in Wu Xin's apartment, Rao Jie waited by herself. Soon enough, Wu Rong chased after her and burst into the apartment that night. Just as he was about to scold Rao Jie for running off and leaving him behind, he saw her sleeping peacefully. Her phone lay beside her with their shared photos open in the album.
In that moment, Wu Rong's restless heart finally settled down.
Slowly walking over to Rao Jie, he gently whispered an apology in her ear. Unfortunately, Rao Jie was asleep and did not hear him. However, when she woke up and realized she was not in Wu Xin's room but in the hotel where they first stayed in Flower City, she understood who had 'kidnapped' her.
Looking at the man who had already been so open with her and was trying to pin her down, Rao Jie felt frustrated but found it hard to be angry in such an environment. It was truly exasperating.
"Wu Rong, I’m angry!" she exclaimed.
Wu Rong, who was focused on his work, responded with a nonchalant "Hmm, I'm apologizing in my own way!"
Rao Jie scoffed at his method, but hearing him say the word "apologize" did make her waver a bit.
"Do you realize your mistake? Will you dare to do this again?"
Wu Rong looked up and kissed Rao Jie softly, saying, "Yes, I know I was wrong, but..."
"I will dare!" he declared, and then began to apologize in his own way, not giving Rao Jie a chance to voice her arguments.
Rao Jie gave up; it seemed that Vinegar Spirit would never change. She sighed helplessly. Although she still felt some dissatisfaction inside, her body involuntarily responded to Wu Rong's passion. She knew that despite his jealousy, his love for her was unreserved. Gently pushing Wu Rong's shoulder, she tried to make him stop, but he showed no signs of doing so and instead became even more engrossed.
"Wu Rong, do you really know you were wrong?" Rao Jie gasped as she tried to find a sliver of rationality amidst the chaos.
Wu Rong lifted his head, a mischievous smile in his eyes as he whispered in her ear, "I know I was wrong, but I just can't help it. You're too amazing; I'm always worried someone will take you away."
Hearing this made Rao Jie’s heart soften; most of her anger dissipated. She gently caressed Wu Rong's cheek and said softly, "Silly boy, I’ve long been yours; no one can take me away."
Wu Rong's gaze turned tender as he held Rao Jie tightly, as if wanting to merge her into himself. The atmosphere between them gradually became warm and sweet. Rao Jie stopped resisting and allowed Wu Rong to express his apology in his own way.
However, deep down, Rao Jie knew that Wu Rong's jealousy would not simply vanish. She could only accept this fact with resignation; after all, it was also a manifestation of his love for her. She just hoped that Wu Rong could learn to trust her more instead of being constantly driven by jealousy.
The next morning, when Rao Jie woke up, she found that Wu Rong was no longer beside her. She got up and walked to the window, seeing Wu Rong on the balcony talking on the phone with a serious expression. She quietly approached and overheard him saying on the phone, "Yes, I understand; I will be careful."
After hanging up the phone, Wu Rong turned around and immediately broke into a gentle smile upon seeing Rao Jie. He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering, "Good morning, my Vinegar Spirit lady."
Rao Jie couldn't help but laugh as she lightly punched his chest. "You really are impossible."
Wu Rong lowered his head and kissed her forehead softly, saying gently, "As long as you're by my side, I'm completely satisfied."
Leaning against him, Rao Jie felt warmth fill her heart. She knew that although Wu Rong's jealousy sometimes left her feeling helpless, this love was her most precious treasure.
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