[ There was a beat where he just frowned at her, not processing, brows kind of furrowed. Then a flash of very real, intense anger in his chest, quickly followed by a wave of intense guilt. ]

I'm definitely not the most precious thing to him. Not here.

[ He corrected, a little bluntly. He wished he was. But he knew who held that position. ]

And I don't have any right to say what he can or can't do.

Why?

What's even the point of getting married here, anyway? For the Jiang name? Other than me, no one seems to care about yours at all.