If she doesn't agree to a divorce, does she intend to have her cake and eat it too? If that's the case, wouldn't she and Princess Lin'an both be equal wives? Or perhaps she would be a concubine while Princess Lin'an elevates her to the position of principal wife.

“Anrong, we are both adults. We should be more prudent in our dealings with others. Your refusal to agree to a divorce is, in my opinion, just childish. Please don’t make things difficult for each other.”

Perhaps she didn't express herself clearly enough; there were some things she felt were pointless to say aloud, and that everyone could understand them implicitly.

If An Rong remains obstinate, she will have no choice but to make her final statement.

"DouDou, I was wrong." An Rong's voice was already choked with sobs.

These days, he has shed all the tears he hadn't shed in the previous twenty-five years.

"Not everything can be resolved with just an 'I was wrong' statement." She doesn't consider herself an unreasonable person.

She had also considered that An Rong's affair with Ren Xing was for the purpose of detoxifying, and could not be considered a true betrayal, but this reason could not convince her at all.

Whenever she closes her eyes, images of their lovemaking appear in her mind—intense and passionate, sharing the joys and sorrows of their union.

They will do everything that a husband and wife do, and even more.

Then what am I?

If you were to continue living with someone who had just had a relationship with another person, how would you react?

Yuan Doudou was momentarily confused. Should she cruelly abandon him, or should she forgive and forgive him?

Soon, the idea of ​​divorce prevailed.

"DouDou, what do I have to do for you to forgive me this time?" An Rong was trying hard to suppress his emotions, his heart was broken and scarred.

Yixin believed that he had been cured of the poison, and that DouDou would be happy about it.

He was oversimplifying things. Perhaps he shouldn't have told the truth from the beginning. If DouDou hadn't known how to detoxify, she might not have had such a strong reaction.

Yuan Doudou sensed his helplessness. In fact, she also wanted to laugh it off and let the matter pass easily.

But reality is cruel. Even if she pretends to be magnanimous and forgives An Rong, she will still think about him often, especially when she is dreaming at midnight.

She will grow increasingly disgusted with An Rong, refusing any touch from him, and the two will eventually part ways.

“An Rong, to avoid wasting everyone’s time, I’ll be frank. No matter what you do, I will never rekindle our relationship.” After a pause, she looked up and stared directly at An Rong. “I haven’t forgotten you. In fact, I have already forgiven you. Don’t blame yourself too much. You can put the blame on me. I’m a germaphobe and can’t stand sharing a husband with someone else.”

An Rong's eyes were red and swollen, and two streams of hot tears rolled down her cheeks.

She's talking about forgiveness, but that's worse than not forgiving.

"You really won't give me a chance?" An Rong's eyes were vacant, looking utterly hopeless.

Yuan Doudou shook her head firmly, "After we finish the formalities, we'll go our separate ways. I'll go back to the village to farm, and you probably won't fight me for the inheritance, right?"

They didn't own much property—just a courtyard and five acres of farmland.

An Rong shook his head: "What's mine is yours, and that will never change."

"Anji is mine too."

An Rong nodded: "You gave birth to him and raised him, I have no right to take him away."

Yuan Doudou nodded in satisfaction, but felt incredibly jealous inside.

He was clearly a very good man, but now we have to go our separate ways. To say that I'm not sad at all would be complete self-deception.

"I'm full, you can eat slowly."

Just as Yuan Doudou was about to get up, An Rong picked her up by the waist and said, "Before the divorce, let me take good care of you."

Yuan Doudou remained silent. Since he had agreed to a divorce, she would accommodate him this once.

"Thank you for your trouble."

An Rong's face was very pale. He longed to return to that beautiful moonlit night when he and Dou Dou were in perfect harmony, enjoying a passionate and intimate moment.

After seeing that Dou Dou was lying down and resting, An Rong cleared away the dishes and left the room.

Knowing that they had a falling out, Lu Chaoyang specially asked Caiwei to prepare a clean room for An Rong to stay in.

"How is she?" Lu Chaoyang had just finished lunch and rushed over excitedly to find out.

An Rong sighed deeply: "It's impossible now."

“How could that be? Why don’t I go and try to persuade her?” Lu Chaoyang volunteered.

An Rong quickly pulled him back: "Chaoyang, don't disturb her."

"You're just too weak, and DouDou probably can't stand that." A real man should be bold and assertive; only then will women fall madly in love with him.

An Rong knew he was a coward, otherwise he wouldn't have been too afraid to confess his feelings. He clearly liked Dou Dou, but he couldn't say a word.

"Hey, how come there's so much left over from the Three Treasures of the Earth? And you won't let me eat it. Now look what's happened, we have to throw it away if we can't finish it. What a waste!" Lu Chaoyang complained, looking at the food in his bowl.

"Do you want some?"

Lu Chaoyang was naturally eager to eat it, and for lunch he asked the chef to make the same dish as An Rong, but the taste was very different from what An Rong made. He took one bite and spat it out.

He wanted to eat it, but pretended to be indifferent.

"Now you know to ask me if I want to eat, but I don't know who it was that stopped me from eating when I wanted to." Lu Chaoyang's tone was comical, completely out of place with his upright appearance.

An Rong wasn't stupid; of course, she could hear the reproach in his words. She quickly explained, "I was just worried that Dou Dou wouldn't have enough to eat. I didn't mean anything else. Don't misunderstand."

"What could I possibly misunderstand? You're just a doting husband."

Lu Chaoyang took the three delicacies from the tray without any hesitation and began to eat them heartily with the chopsticks in An Rong's hand.

"Even though it's cold, it's still delicious."

An Rong tried to stop her, saying that the stir-fried potatoes, eggplant, and green peppers in the ground were too oily and that eating them cold would upset her stomach.

"I want to eat it. I'll make it again tomorrow. It won't taste good if it gets cold."

Lu Chaoyang frowned upon hearing this, "You're so indecisive, just like a woman. No wonder Dou Dou is angry with you."

These words were another heavy blow to An Rong. Lu Chaoyang was right. He should have told Dou Dou the truth the day he returned, instead of waiting until now to tell her, which made it hard for Dou Dou to accept.

"I didn't mean it, don't take it to heart." Seeing that he looked increasingly dejected, Lu Chaoyang quickly changed his words.

He didn't think either side was at fault in this matter.

An Rong needed to live, and that incident was bound to happen; he couldn't think of any way to avoid it.

DouDou's temper tantrum was a normal reaction for a woman, but her reaction of seeking a divorce was something he hadn't expected.

He thought he should still try to persuade Dou Dou; it's okay to be angry, but don't keep dwelling on it.

An Rong wasn't an unreliable person; he was just too good-looking, which caught the eye of his tyrannical cousin. He was also somewhat kind, which led him to fall into her trap and be poisoned before he could even regain consciousness.

Clearly, An Rong was the first victim in this incident, while Dou Dou was merely implicated.

If she can adjust her mindset and treat it like An Rong was bitten by a dog, she won't feel so bad.