Fu Yanshen was enraged by Mu Chenxi's indifference, abruptly rising to his feet.
He looked down at Mu Chenxi.
One was sitting, the other standing.
Visually, it gave the impression that Fu Yanshen was looking down on her from above. Even if he didn't show any sign of such sentiment, it still suffocated Mu Chenxi, as if she were being oppressed.
It had always been like this between them.
He was high above, while she was lowly as dust.
She wouldn't feel it when he doted on her, but once there was friction, this feeling became painfully apparent.
Mu Chenxi, emotionally unstable on the ottoman, any little thing could be magnified without limit, deepening her anguish.
"You can withhold forgiveness now, but don't go doing anything foolish, like running off to find a job and joking around with your own and the child's wellbeing."
He could give her a bit more time, to think things through.
Mu Chenxi remained silent, not responding.