Why?
Why was it always like this?
In my past life, Mo Yuzhen's mother had said nearly the exact same words. And now this… this man was shouting like a middle-aged aunt who lost her chillies in the market.
Was there some kind of secret handbook the wealthy passed around in their homes? "Lines to Use When Meeting a Daughter-in-Law You Dislike: Chapter 1—'Picked up from the road' insults."
I took a slow breath and turned to look at Su Ye.
He was grinning. "Looks like the drama has begun…" he said, his eyes glowing with excitement like he was about to watch his favorite soap opera.
"Who's that man?" I asked flatly.
"Su Guoli," he answered casually. "My father."
I raised a brow. "Your father?"
He nodded, still grinning like a villain who had found his new toy. "Wife, be ready to perform. Your first battle starts now. Remember, act as shamelessly as you can."
I snorted. "No matter how shameless I act, I can never win against you."
