"Rusong." Feng Caie suddenly felt scared.
"I agree to your separation." Yang Rusong glanced at the two of them, "I can help you write the separation agreement. It's better to separate than to keep fighting every day." He looked at Yang Ruohuai, "Ruban is already lost, Ruyu's fate is still unknown, I can't let you ruin Ruohuai too."
Yang Baichuan held his head and squatted down, crying silently. If he were still a good man, he wouldn't stop a woman like Feng Caie from leaving. But now, his manhood had already failed, so he could only cling to his wife and children.
Feng Caie also lowered her head, saying nothing. She felt bitter too. If she had known it would come to this, she would have treated Xun Hui, not Dong Wenxiu's family, better in the past. If she hadn't opposed the main branch, her husband wouldn't have been hurt, their daughter might still be alive, and their second son might be fine. She hated the main branch, but simultaneously feared them from the bottom of her heart.
