Xi Zirui struggles against his bindings, making the armchair shake with the strength of his thrashing. "If you know about me and him, why didn't you just divorce me? What's the point of all this?"
Su Xueyi tips Xi Zirui back on the armchair and leans over him, keeping him trapped between his body and an uncomfortable tumble to the floor. "And why would I do that? When I worked so hard to get you?"
He sets the armchair straight with the loud clang of the wooden feet dragging on the vitroceramic tiles. "Do you even remember how insufferable you were back in high school?"
Xi Zirui rolls his eyes. This guy needs a therapist specialized on childhood trauma. "I don't recall."
"Of course you wouldn't." He steps away to light another cigarette. Xi Zirui can't help finding the way he shields the flame from a nonexistent wind extremely grating. "But I suppose I should thank you, who knows if I would have gotten to where I am today if it wasn't for you?"
