Why should one enjoy the fruits of their wife's labor while looking down on her at the same time?
Yue Ning didn't know how to deal with these emotions and could only continue brooding alone.
Dong Huiying quietly thought for a moment, then... "I'm not a saint. Perhaps... I still care too much about what others think of me, but it's also true that I've fallen into their trap."
She smiled faintly, "I always thought humans were sociable creatures that liked the hustle and bustle and enjoyed gathering. When people misunderstood me so many times because of my short stature, I felt stifled every time. This stuffiness is like being in the village and being treated as toxic as snakes and scorpions."
Then she stood up, came over to Yue Ning, and gently took his hand. "I promise you, from now on, I won't tire myself for those I don't want to accommodate. Would that make you a bit happier? Could you stop being angry?"
