Xuelan stared at him, her pulse hammering against her throat. The silence between them had stretched thin, taut as a string about to snap. She lifted her chin, her lips curving into a brittle, defiant smile.
"Fine.." she said, her voice low but steady.
"I'm a bad person. So what? You married me, Wensian. You signed up for this. Deal with it."
The words came out like daggers, sharp, ugly, meant to wound before he could press further.
She wanted to end this interrogation, to take control of the conversation back. If he thought he could expose her insecurities and walk away unscathed, he was wrong.
But Jiu Wensian didn't flinch. He didn't even look offended. His expression remained maddeningly calm, as though she were a child throwing a tantrum at the dinner table.
He set his cup down with deliberate care, the porcelain clicking softly against the saucer.
