Douluo Dalu:Divorcing Ning Rongrong–Why Did She Refuse to Consummate?

"You say you haven't wronged me."

"But you care about others even more than you care about me."

"For over a year of marriage, you've refused to consummate our union."

"I could wait, I was willing to be understanding, but you... your chastity wasn't preserved for me."

"We are married, yet you fail to fulfill your duties as a wife."

"Ning Rongrong, do you even acknowledge me as your husband?"

"Am I Chen Feng so worthless? Deserving of your contempt?"

The last sentence, he practically roared out.

Ning Rongrong burned with shame.

She wanted to explain, but no words would come.

Truthfully, Chen Feng was right.

Having married, she should have naturally distanced herself from other men.

Yet she had been willful, never considering Chen Feng's feelings.

She never imagined Chen Feng harbored so much anguish.

Or perhaps, she had never truly cared about him at all.

"Enough. No more words. Let's divorce."

"We grew up together, knew each other for over a decade. Let's part amicably."

With that, Chen Feng turned to leave.

"No..."

Ning Rongrong lunged forward, desperately clutching his sleeve. Tears cascaded down her peerlessly beautiful face in an unstoppable flow.

Those glistening tears carried not just anguish, but bitter remorse.

Though the distance made the words unclear, the commotion still caught the attention of Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo.

"Rongrong, what's going on? Did Chen Feng bully you? Don't be afraid—tell Grandpa Sword. I'll teach him a lesson!"

Seeing Ning Rongrong's tear-streaked face, Sword Douluo instinctively assumed she had been wronged by Chen Feng.

Ning Rongrong stood still, letting her tears flow unchecked.

Grandpa Sword, what a kind soul. A surge of warmth filled Ning Rongrong's heart, born of Sword Douluo's years of care and protection.

Ning Rongrong had practically been raised under Sword Douluo's watch. Her spoiled, mischievous demeanor since childhood was largely molded by him and Bone Douluo.

Now, staring at her own tears, Ning Rongrong's heart swelled with guilt.

She had committed such a disgraceful act—she couldn't face Chen Feng, let alone Grandpa Sword.

"I didn't harm her. Sect Master Ning, Grandpa… Since you're here, there's something I need to tell you both."

"What is it?"

A sense of foreboding suddenly gripped Ning Fengzhi.

"My fate with Rongrong has run its course. We intend to divorce."

As soon as Chen Feng uttered these words, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were stunned.

In their eyes, these two had been childhood sweethearts with a deep bond since infancy.

Though Rongrong was spoiled into willfulness, didn't everyone know it was out of love for her?

Divorce? How could it come to this?

"Feng, did you two quarrel? All couples argue. Just talk it out."

Sword Douluo still hoped to mediate.

"Grandpa... it's not what you think."

"Don't say it!"

Ning Rongrong's voice trembled with tears as she shouted urgently.

Clearly, she couldn't bear to let her father and Grandpa Sword learn of such a scandal.

"You dare commit such acts, yet fear exposure? Shameless woman!"

"I…"

[Ding—Detected Ning Rongrong's shame + fear emotions. Emotional points +300.]

Chen Feng then recounted the incident in full detail.

"Rongrong, how could you do such a thing?"

Ning Fengzhi's face darkened with bitter disappointment, his tone seething.

He sighed deeply, regretting how his focus on sect affairs had allowed Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo to indulge Ning Rongrog's whims.

Now, it had led to this disgrace.

How would the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect ever show its face again?

Ning Fengzhi's emotions churned—a mix of fury and despair.

The more he dwelled, the angrier he grew. Driven by rage, he nearly lost control, swinging a slap toward Ning Rongrong—a motion halted only when Sword Douluo pulled him back.

"Father, how cruel of you! You actually hit me for an outsider!"

Ning Rongrong stood frozen in place, her hands trembling slightly.

She never imagined she would nearly be struck by her own father.

In all her memories, this had never happened before.

"Ungrateful girl! How dare you talk back!"

"Chen Feng is not an outsider. He's your Sword Grandpa's grandson."

Ning Fengzhi stood with tightly knitted brows.

"I will talk back! If you're so capable, hit me again then!"

"Chen Feng is an outsider. Do you think I don't understand? You just want to use him to bind Sword Grandpa firmly to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"What's his level? Barely twenty! While your precious daughter has reached twenty-six!"

"Chen Feng is nothing but trash!"

Finally, Ning Rongrong's emotions exploded completely, her voice nearly a roar.

At this moment, she had completely broken down, resorting to self-destructive defiance.

"Rongrong, stop talking!"

Sword Douluo wanted to stop Ning Rongrong from continuing. Others might not know the truth about Chen Feng's circumstances, but he did.

He was terrified that if Ning Rongrong kept speaking, their relationship would reach a point of no return.

After all, deep down, Sword Douluo still hoped his grandson Chen Feng and Ning Rongrong could be together.

This was his deepest wish as an elder.

Yet Ning Rongrong's words pierced this hope like a sharp sword.

"Grandpa Sword, I admit you've been kind to me, and I know Chen Feng has treated me well too. But our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's successive sect masters, lacking combat prowess, have always needed to partner with powerful spouses. How could a waste like Chen Feng ever deserve to be my husband?"

"Shut your mouth!"

Ning Fengzhi roared angrily. Though he had initially harbored similar thoughts, years of companionship had bonded him to Sword Douluo's family. Despite Chen Feng's weakness, Ning Fengzhi had never truly considered arranging another marriage for Ning Rongrong.

"Ning Rongrong, there's no need for this domineering act. You simply think a waste like me is unworthy of heaven's favored daughter. To be blunt, aside from your beauty, there's nothing else about you this young master values!"

"I'm still young. What makes you think I can't rise again?"

"Miss Rongrong, out of respect for the Sect Master, Chen Feng offers you this wisdom: Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west - the world turns. Never belittle the poor youth!"

Chen Feng's icy declaration made Ning Rongrong's delicate frame tremble slightly.

Gnashing her teeth at the smirking youth, the pampered Ning Rongrong - who had never been lectured by a peer like this - felt dizzy with rage, her still-childish voice turning shrill:

"What right do you have to lecture me? You're nothing but trash now!"

"Fine! I, Ning Rongrong, will wait for the day you surpass me again. I'll agree to divorce, but three years from now I'll be here waiting. Show me what heights you can reach... if you dare!"

"If your spirit power exceeds mine by then, I'll be your slave for life - completely at your mercy!"

[Ding, detected Ning Rongrong's intense emotional fluctuations. Emotional Value +500]

Heh, Ning Rongrong... Ning Rongrong, you're too arrogant.

Chen Feng originally wanted to say: 'I don't need three years—I've already surpassed you now.'

Moreover, if nothing unexpected happens, Ning Rongrong will never surpass him in spirit power for the rest of her life.

Of course, there absolutely won't be any 'accidents'.

Even Tang San has higher spirit power than Ning Rongrong. How could Chen Feng, of all people, lose to that trash?

However, with Ning Fengzhi and his grandfather present, he needed to save face for them.

If the dignified heir of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect were not only divorced but also became someone else's maid, what dignity would the sect have left?

Even his grandfather—who treated the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect as his home—would suffer tremendous humiliation.

"Fine. Three years later, we'll settle this grudge."

With those words, Chen Feng turned and left without a trace of lingering attachment.