Chapter 7 No Words

Got it! I see what you want now: Ye Fen is indifferent, detached, and simply watches the tension unfold while his face remains emotionless, and Ye Lin Er, his sister, is aware of the situation but remains a silent observer. Here's the revised chapter:

Chapter 3: The Shattered Silence

The air between them hung thick with tension, each breath a reminder of the battle being fought in silence. Ye Fen stood like a statue, his gaze flickering briefly from Xue Er to Roxue, but his face remained utterly unreadable, a blank mask that betrayed nothing. The storm raged around him, but he was just an observer, as if removed from the chaos entirely.

Xue Er's slap still lingered in the air, an unspoken declaration of dominance, yet her gaze remained cool and composed. She didn't even spare a glance for Ye Fen as she stepped forward, her eyes narrowing on Roxue, who was still reeling from the impact.

"We need to talk, Ye Fen," Xue Er said, her voice calm, almost too calm, as if every word was measured. She didn't look at him, but her words cut through the tension like a blade, the weight of her demand sinking into the quiet space between them.

Ye Fen's jaw tightened imperceptibly, but he remained silent. He made no move, offered no words of defense or explanation. He simply watched.

Roxue's face twisted in a mixture of shock and fury. She had barely recovered from the slap when Xue Er's words sank in, and it was clear she wasn't going to let this go so easily.

"No," Roxue hissed, her voice trembling with anger. "You can't just come here and—"

Xue Er raised a hand, her gesture freezing Roxue mid-sentence. It wasn't even a threatening movement, just a single, commanding lift of her fingers, and Roxue's words died in her throat.

"I said, stay out of this, Roxue," Xue Er replied, her voice low, edged with a dangerous calm. "This is between me and Ye Fen. Not you."

But Roxue wasn't one to back down. Her eyes blazed with defiance as she stepped forward, her posture rigid, her fists clenched at her sides. "You think you can just claim him, Xue Er? You think he's yours now?"

Ye Fen's gaze flickered to Roxue for a moment, but he didn't react, didn't speak. His face remained impassive, his mind distant, as if he were witnessing a scene that had nothing to do with him.

Xue Er's lips curled into a faint, almost cruel smile. "You don't get to decide that, Roxue. Not anymore."

Roxue, her face flushed with anger, reached for Xue Er, her hand shooting out as if she intended to strike her, but before she could, Xue Er caught her wrist in one swift movement, twisting it behind her back. The force of the maneuver was enough to make Roxue gasp in pain, her body stumbling slightly under the pressure.

Ye Fen didn't flinch, didn't move a muscle. He simply watched.

"Don't push me further, Roxue," Xue Er's voice was a whisper, but the venom in it was unmistakable. "You made your choice when you walked away. This is the consequence."

Roxue's breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her face contorted with both fury and disbelief. "You think I'll just accept this?" she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You think I'll just let you take everything from me?"

Xue Er's grip tightened on Roxue's wrist for just a moment, enough to remind her of who held control. But there was no satisfaction in Xue Er's eyes. There was only cold resolve.

"You've already lost him, Roxue." The words were final, dismissive. Xue Er released Roxue's wrist, letting her stumble back, but there was no remorse in her gaze. Only the quiet certainty of a woman who knew her place in this game, and her power in this moment.

Roxue's chest heaved as she took a step back, her eyes flashing with unrelenting fury. "This isn't over," she hissed, her voice shaky but still strong. "You'll regret this."

Xue Er didn't respond, her expression unreadable. She merely turned her gaze to Ye Fen, who had been silently observing the whole exchange. Her eyes were steady, demanding his attention.

"Ye Fen," Xue Er said again, her voice sharper this time, "We need to talk."

Ye Fen's gaze met hers briefly, but there was no emotion in his eyes—no guilt, no anger, not even the hint of regret. His face was unreadable, a mask of indifference. He simply stood there, motionless, as if he were watching a play, detached from everything unfolding around him.

Behind them, Ye Lin Er, who had been watching silently from a distance, knew exactly what had happened. She had been there when Roxue had come to confront them, and she had seen the storm brewing. She knew what was at stake, but just like her brother, she kept her distance. She stayed silent, observing with a cold detachment. There was no need to intervene. She had seen this play out before, and she understood better than anyone that the battle between Xue Er and Roxue was far from over.

Roxue's eyes flicked toward Ye Fen one last time, her gaze filled with desperation. "You can't let her control everything, Ye Fen. You're still my husband. Don't forget that."

But Ye Fen didn't respond. He didn't even acknowledge her words. His attention remained fixed on Xue Er, who was watching him with quiet anticipation, waiting for his decision.

Roxue's chest tightened with a mixture of disbelief and rage, but she didn't push him any further. With one final, furious glare, she turned and stormed off, her footsteps echoing in the heavy silence.

As Roxue's figure disappeared down the path, Xue Er turned back to Ye Fen, her expression unreadable, but her eyes narrowed slightly, as if waiting for something more from him.

Ye Fen stood there for a long moment, his gaze flicking briefly to his sister, who was still watching with quiet detachment, before turning back to face Xue Er.

He opened his mouth, but no words came. He had nothing to say. There was nothing to say.

In the end, it didn't matter what he said. It didn't matter what he did. The war between them had already begun.