Shen Yi was unmoved by Shen Xian's counterquestion. He calmly smoothed the teacup Shen Xian had placed on the low cabinet, filled it with tea, and poured another for himself before he slowly began to speak.
"This isn't a discussion, Shen Xian."
His tone was forceful, so forceful that it left no room for others to retort, question, or strike back.
In the face of the powerful aura emanating from Shen Yi, anyone else might have been compelled to bow their heads in agreement.
But Shen Xian wouldn't. She glanced at the freshly poured teacup before lifting her eyes. Her pupils, clearly defined in black and white, were as calm as before; she stared back at him stubbornly.
"What if I insist on being with Gu Chen? What if I refuse to leave him?"
Looking at her younger uncle, she thought about how in the past, the same uncle who adored her would have agreed to anything she was determined to do or wanted, no matter what.