Anji knew that there was still hope for his father's face to get better, and finally stopped crying. In his heart, his father was the most handsome man in the world. Uncle Wang, Uncle Li, and Uncle Lu could not compare to his father. If his father could not get better, his father would be surpassed by those three uncles.

That's not the worst part. He's his father's son, and no matter what his father becomes, he'll always be with him. But his mother is different. If his father becomes ugly, and those three uncles are so handsome, they might use their charm to trick his mother away. Then his father won't have a wife, and he won't have a mother either.

In the end, all they could do was hug their father and cry together.

Just thinking about it made Anji tremble with fear. In Yuan Doudou's opinion, Anji was acting this way because he was too heartbroken.

She was heartbroken and determined to help An Rong regain her appearance.

Perhaps exhausted from crying, Anji fell asleep in Yuan Doudou's arms. She carefully put Anji down, covered him with a blanket, and lovingly stroked his chubby face with her soft hands. The delicate touch, like downy fur, almost melted Yuan Doudou's heart.

She closed the door and went to the kitchen to find An Rong.

An Rong wore a bamboo hat, and from the side, he looked like a chivalrous knight-errant.

“You don’t need to wear a straw hat in your own shop, right?” Yuan Doudou said.

An Rong agreed. He would try not to go out. With Huang Rong helping to serve the dishes, he could just stay busy in the kitchen.

Yuan Doudou helped him take off his straw hat. When she saw the scars on his face again, her heart ached. She wasn't just thinking about herself; she wondered if she would be disgusted by his face in the future. She also thought about her mother-in-law, An Wangshi.

If the mother-in-law were alive, she would probably be heartbroken to see her beloved son like this.

In ancient times, people would not cut their hair from birth. They believed that hair and skin were given to them by their parents and should not be cut or damaged at will, otherwise it would be disrespectful to their parents. Only when a person saw through the vanities of the world and entered the pure land of Buddhism would they shave their head to become a monk or nun.

She thought that when An Rong was having surgery on his face, he must have thought of his parents, and he must have felt endless guilt.

"An Rong, I need to discuss something with you." She tried hard to control her emotions and not get too agitated.

"Go ahead," An Rong said calmly, peeling a white radish in his hand.

Yuan Doudou felt that he wasn't serious and that it might not be the right time to speak, so she hesitated and stopped herself from saying anything.

"DouDou, I can roughly guess what you want to say. Don't worry, I will actively cooperate to heal the injury on my face."

An Rong put down the radish, turned around and looked directly at Yuan Doudou, but then remembered that the injury on his face would frighten Doudou, so he quickly turned his face away so that she wouldn't see it.

This was beyond Yuan Doudou's expectations. Were they so in sync that An Rong could guess what she was thinking and what she was going to say before she even uttered a single word?

Perhaps when he saw Angie running away crying, he realized that his face wasn't just his own, but also that of his family. He could disregard his own feelings, but he also had to consider DouDou, Angie, and their unborn child.

When they grow up, they may be unwilling to go out with me, afraid that others will know they have an ugly father.

"DouDou, I'm sorry." His eyes had reddened at some point, and his voice sounded strange.

He acted impulsively, making the decision without consulting DouDou. When DouDou found out, she didn't complain at all. Her calm attitude made him feel like he was acting like a child.

Before acting impulsively, consider the consequences of your actions to reduce the possibility of regret.

He doesn't admit he regrets it, but he definitely did something wrong.

Yuan Doudou felt as if her throat was blocked with cotton, unable to speak. He really knew everything.

God knows, when she saw his bloodied face, she was filled with rage; clearly, anger outweighed heartache and surprise.

How could he do something so reckless? She thought An Rong was a mature and steady man, while she was sometimes more emotional and would act on personal feelings or be too impulsive; in short, she was driven by emotions.

But An Rong, in order to force Song Lin'an to let go, did not hesitate to harm his own body. Such actions undoubtedly pleased his enemies and hurt his loved ones. Did he really care about her and Anji?

Yuan Doudou was caught in a double bind of self-doubt and doubt about others; the physical torment was far less severe than the mental torment.

“It’s all in the past now, so don’t blame yourself. I know you were thinking of our family.”

These words are somewhat polite. Rather than resorting to insults and abuse, it's better to understand and forgive. If things really escalate or you hold a grudge and refuse to forgive the other person, you are punishing them while also torturing yourself.

She never imagined that one day she could be such a magnanimous wife.

Or perhaps, she didn't love An Rong enough; if she didn't love him, she could simply not care.

Yuan Doudou still doesn't understand this. She has no romantic experience, and if you count unrequited love, it's only been once. But no matter what, she still can't understand what love is, or more accurately, what true love is.

It's like a gamble, with many women betting their entire lives. From the initial joy of believing they have love, they later face numerous conflicts, indifference, neglect, and disregard, only to be repeatedly disappointed and realize that their initial decision was foolish. Only a fool would believe that love exists in life.

Love usually happens before marriage.

Yuan Doudou came to her senses. An Rong's feelings for her might not be romantic, but there was always a sense of kinship.

"DouDou, it's so good to have you." An Rong smiled, but the movement aggravated the wound on her face, causing her to quickly shut her mouth in pain.

Seeing that he was having trouble speaking, Yuan Doudou covered her mouth and laughed, not caring about his feelings.

She turned around, tears welling in her eyes.

When An Rong saw her smile, the weight on his heart finally lifted. It was the first time he had done something so foolish, and he had been on tenterhooks, fearing that Dou Dou would leave him in a fit of anger.

The next day, Zhang Liang came to the tavern for a drink and mentioned Princess Lin'an.

"Know-it-all, didn't you say that Princess Lin'an was getting married? Why hasn't anything happened yet?" Li Si from the next table gossiped.

Zhang Liang took a sip of wine, smacked his lips, and his eyebrows danced along with it.

"Don't even mention it. Strange things happen every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual. Just two days ago, the Song family was still making preparations for the wedding, and today it's been said that Princess Lin'an is not pregnant at all. It was a quack doctor who misdiagnosed her. It turns out she just has pregnancy symptoms caused by indigestion. As for that married man, I heard he died on the battlefield."

"Such outrageous things are happening. The Song family is really strange." Li Si believed in feng shui, and all the troubles the Song family had must be due to bad feng shui in the location where their house was built.

Yuan Doudou listened half-heartedly from the side, it seemed that the matter had been settled.