You Rong remained unmoved. If Lin Qinghe wished to bite, she could continue. He wore thick clothes, so her biting wouldn't hurt him.
You Rong took Lin Qinghe back to Xinghua Village. Upon returning home, he dismounted and, with a grim expression, carried her inside.
Mother You was startled to see them return. Just as she was about to ask why they were back so early, You Rong, without a word, carried Lin Qinghe into their room and shut the door with a bang.
Mother You knocked worriedly from outside, "You Rong, Qinghe... why are you back? Why did you go straight into the room upon arrival? Have you two quarreled?"
You Rong, his face still dark, softened his voice, "Mother! We're fine. I have something to say to Qinghe. We'll come out after we're done."
Because Mother You was present, Lin Qinghe could only glare at him furiously.
Hearing this, Mother You couldn't say more. She offered a few cautionary words about not quarreling and then left.
As soon as Mother You was out of earshot, Lin Qinghe was the first to express her displeasure, struggling to break free from You Rong's grip on her wrist. "Let go! Let me go! What do you want? Let go..."
To her surprise, You Rong actually released her, causing Lin Qinghe to freeze for a moment.
You Rong, his face still grim, began to rummage through chests and cabinets without a word, throwing their usual clothes into disarray.
The room, which Lin Qinghe had meticulously tidied, was now a mess.
Lin Qinghe, who had been fuming, was bewildered by his actions. She frowned and demanded, "You Rong! What exactly are you doing?!"
You Rong remained silent, continuing his search with a dark expression, even overturning the bed and tossing the bedding onto the floor.
Where was the divorce agreement?
Where had she hidden the divorce agreement?
The You Rong of three months ago would never have imagined that he would now be filled with regret and dread over the divorce agreement he had so readily given away.
He would not let her leave him with the divorce agreement!
Lin Qinghe's patience ran out. She stepped forward and grabbed You Rong's arm, "You Rong! What are you doing?!"
The divorce agreement? Why couldn't she find it? Where had she hidden it?
You Rong's eyes were bloodshot, as if he were possessed. He had turned the entire room upside down, yet still couldn't find the divorce agreement. His frustration and his fear of Lin Qinghe leaving reached their peak.
When Lin Qinghe grabbed his arm, he didn't think, and with a shove, sent her falling unceremoniously onto the ground. She gasped in pain.
You Rong turned to see this, his heart tightening. He quickly walked over to help Lin Qinghe up. "Qinghe, are you alright? I didn't mean to just now, I..."
Lin Qinghe violently shook off You Rong's hand, her eyes welling up with tears and hurt. She glared at him and said, "Get lost! Don't touch me! You Rong... you scoundrel!"
You Rong's body stiffened, his face suddenly paling. The tears in Lin Qinghe's eyes pierced his heart.
You Rong clenched his fists, forcing himself to say, "It's useless to hide the divorce agreement. I will not divorce you! I won't let you leave. If you want to go with that man... you can forget about it!"
He would never let her go!
Even if she hated him, he couldn't let her go!
Lin Qinghe suddenly understood why You Rong had been rummaging through the room. She felt a mix of anger and amusement.
Lin Qinghe picked up a pillow from the floor and hit You Rong with it repeatedly, cursing him as she did. "You scoundrel! Didn't you force that divorce agreement on me in the first place?! And now you want it back? I... I never intended to divorce you, why would I hide a divorce agreement like a treasure? The first day you gave it to me, I lost it. I have no idea where it ended up..."
In ancient times, pillows were made of wood. Being hit with one naturally hurt, but You Rong didn't care at all. His pupils constricted, he tightly gripped Lin Qinghe's wrist, swallowed, and asked in disbelief, "You just said... you said... you said you never wanted to divorce me? Is that true?"
Lin Qinghe snorted and turned her head away, "I never said that!"
"No, you clearly just said it!" You Rong, anxious, cupped Lin Qinghe's cheeks, forcing her to face him. "Qinghe, you clearly said it just now, didn't you?"
Lin Qinghe, still angry, snorted again and refused to speak to You Rong.
You Rong knew she was angry. He said clumsily and anxiously, "Qinghe, I... I apologize. I was too anxious and said the wrong thing. Please don't be angry. Tell me, okay? Stop torturing me. You said you never wanted to divorce me, is that true? What we said at the small restaurant was just in anger, right?"
Lin Qinghe still refused to speak, she was still angry.
You Rong was anxious and didn't know what to do. He simply put the wooden pillow back into Lin Qinghe's hands. "If hitting me will make you feel better, then hit me. Truly... hit me. It was my fault..."
She had hit him in anger before, but now, asking Lin Qinghe to hit him with a pillow, he couldn't bear it.
She said resentfully, "You said I wasn't faithful, and you don't even let me say a few angry words about wanting a divorce!"
The moment she finished speaking, You Rong pulled her into a tight embrace, his grip so strong it hurt Lin Qinghe. It was as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.
You Rong buried his face in Lin Qinghe's neck and whispered, "I'm sorry. It's my fault. I was so afraid you'd divorce me and leave with someone else. I'm sorry..."
Lin Qinghe pushed You Rong away discontentedly, "Why don't you listen to my explanation! I did pawn those earrings, but I don't know how they ended up with Jiang Jingren. I never intended to get entangled with him. He came to find me today. I made it clear to him that I am married and told him not to come looking for me again!"
Hearing this, You Rong felt even more guilty. "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I saw him holding your hand, and I was so consumed by jealousy that I said those foolish words. Please don't be angry, okay? As long as you can forgive me, you can hit me or scold me..."
"You naturally know you were wrong! I haven't even accused you of attracting attention elsewhere, and you dare to say I'm unfaithful!"
Lin Qinghe thought of Xu Yiyi and poked You Rong's chest forcefully, her tone sour. "Do you know that Miss Xu came to the small restaurant again today? This time she brought money. She said a country bumpkin like me isn't good enough for you, and that I should take the money and divorce you amicably, so she could marry you! Miss Xu even embroidered a sachet herself as a token of her affection!"
You Rong frowned, "Where is the sachet?"
Hearing You Rong ask about the sachet, Lin Qinghe became furious. "Of course I threw it away! Why are you asking about the sachet? Do you really want to take the sachet and marry Miss Xu?"
"No, I wanted to return it and explain to Xu Yiyi clearly. I, You Rong, will only love one person in this life, and I will only have one wife, and that is Lin Qinghe!" You Rong gently caressed Lin Qinghe's cheek and softly comforted her, "But since you threw it away, then it's thrown away. I will still explain things to Xu Yiyi."
Lin Qinghe tilted her chin up slightly and snorted, giving a "that's more like it" expression. "You are not allowed to see her again. Tomorrow, I will write a letter for you and send it to the Xu residence to make her give up."
"Okay, I'll listen to you..." You Rong took Lin Qinghe's hand and kissed it, whispering, "Qinghe, can you say it again? That you love me now, please?"
Lin Qinghe pinched You Rong's cheek and said resentfully, "If I didn't like you, why would I be busy all day? Isn't it all for you and our home? I intend to spend a lifetime with you, growing old together. Do you understand?!"
You Rong gazed at Lin Qinghe, his deep, dark eyes overflowing with emotion. "I understand... And it's the same for me, with you!"
The system prompt sounded: "Progress increased by 30%, total progress is 86%."