"Careful, Mr. Su," I said in my sweetest voice, propping my elbows on the table. "If your temper gets any higher, your blood pressure might follow. You might collapse before even touching tonight's dinner. That would be such a tragedy."
"Are you cursing me!?"
I gasped, offended. "Cursing? I'm worried! You're my husband's father. If something happens to you, Aye would be heartbroken. I'm just doing my duty as a considerate daughter-in-law."
His face turned beet red.
"You—! Get out! Get out of my house right now! A mannerless, cheap girl like you has no place in the Su family! You are unfit to be my son's wife! How dare you speak to me like that! How dare you make him serve—"
"That's enough."
Su Ye interrupted coldly. He leaned back in his chair, eyes half-lidded and cold. "I'm serving my wife. Why does it bother you?"
"Because if you had married Yueran," Su Gaoli barked, "she would have—"
