Yan Jingting saw she was getting worked up and sighed, "I'm not even angry, yet you're the one who's getting heated first."
He gently soothed her back as he comforted her.
Zhiyi, exhausted from struggling, had tense cheeks and glared at him with eyes ablaze, "What right do you have to be angry?"
"I'm wholeheartedly thinking about helping you, yet you treat me as a tool for use, to be discarded once I've served my purpose."
Feeling that she had stopped struggling, Yan Jingting loosened his hold a bit and spoke, "As if things are that simple."
Zhiyi said, "We are in a contract marriage to begin with."
Yan Jingting's face visibly soured.
Zhiyi noticed this change.
She couldn't help but mutter to herself.
Which of her words had struck a nerve with Yan Jingting?
Contract marriage?
Possibly, it could be the man's pride at play, not wanting to be reminded by his wife repeatedly of the contractual nature of their marriage throughout the year.
So, was it her wounding his pride?
