Xu Jing and Yuan Fei stood face to face, their bodies rigid with tension as the air crackled between them. It wasn't just a battle of words anymore—it was a war of principles, emotions, and unfinished business. Xu Jing could feel his anger rising as Yuan Fei's smirk deepened, a smugness that made Xu Jing want to punch him. But that wasn't the solution. Not now, when Ling Buyi needed him the most.
"You won't speak to her like that," Xu Jing said firmly, his voice cutting through the room like a sharp blade. "Not while I'm here."
Yuan Fei sneered at him, unfazed by Xu Jing's words. His lips curled into a twisted smile. "Won't speak to her like that?" he mocked. "Have you forgotten that she's *my* wife? I can talk to her however I want."
