Half an hour later.
Fu Yanye stood in the corridor with Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian habitually placed her hands behind her back, meekly staring at her feet.
Fu Yanye glanced at her for a while before asking, irritated, "Do I not even deserve a name in your heart?"
"I just don't want others to misunderstand!"
Zhuo Jian explained, her head lowered.
"Misunderstand what?"
Fu Yanye pressed further.
Only then did Zhuo Jian raise her eyes to glance at him, then turned her face away and continued, "Misunderstand that my relationship with you is special."
"Special? Since when is a marital relationship considered special?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian found him rather aggressive and glanced at him again, "Is it such a big deal that it angers you?"
"What angers me? As a husband, am I not supposed to be upset that you are covering things up about us?"
Fu Yanye stepped closer, his hands gripping her shoulders tightly.
