Mr Gong, Your Wife Has Made The Headlines Again

Get angry then.

I'll piss you off to death.

Ming Ge felt a surge of pleasure.

After all, she had always been playing the role of a spoiled and willful heiress, so she could do whatever she pleased.

However, compared with the endless noisy and hysterical arguments from her past life, the superiority was clear when Yin Yilan looked at her with an accommodating and tender gaze, making Ming Ge decide that this time around, she would maintain her poise and elegance while—stripping Yin Yilan of a layer of skin!

Ming Ge curled her red lips into a smile, her words velvet-covered needles, pricking at the ears of her stepmother as she continued, "Secondly, I, as the legitimate child, detest stepmothers and stepchildren because you three, mother and children, moved out of the home I had lived in for over a decade and had a cold war with my father that lasted five years. This is an undeniable fact."

She flashed a smile without warmth at Yin Yilan, saying, "So, for the psychological and physical harm you have caused me at such a young age, I think it would be good for Aunt Yin to continue to have a guilty conscience."

"After all, this would highlight the tender, kindhearted, virtuous, and gentle persona of Aunt Yin, the little stepmother."

The elegant and composed mocking was complete.

At the end, Ming Ge even asked Yin Yilan, with an appearance of pure innocence, as if seeking her approval, "Don't you think so, Aunt Yin?"

"..."

Yin Yilan drew her lashes together, her graceful brows and eyes remaining composed.

She did not speak.

She appeared gentle, demure, and tolerant.

In contrast, the young girl whose beauty shone like a rose, with a bright and captivating aura, was rather too vivid and aggressive.

But as for Ming Zhiyuan, the male head of the household, his eyes were full of guilt as he looked at his daughter, not sparing a single glance at his restrained and gentle wife.

Especially when Ming Ge brought up 'you three, mother and children, moved out of the home I had lived in for over a decade,' the sense of guilt on Ming Zhiyuan's face seemed almost ready to spill over.

He felt sorry for his daughter and had no intention whatsoever of taking his wife's side, his current wife that is.

Yin Ruowei's brow twitched, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth and whisper, "My mom is still an elder after all. Ming Ge, aren't you being a bit too much?"

"Weiwei, shut your mouth," Yin Yilan said softly, interrupting Yin Ruowei, her stance as submissive as could be, "Xiaoge, you are right."

"Mom——"

Yin Ruowei looked at her mom in disbelief.

Yin Yilan did not look at her, her soft gaze sweeping over Ming Zhiyuan's guilty face, then turning darker for an instant, before moving to Ming Ge, where she offered a gentle smile and said, "You must be tired after being outside, Xiaoge. What would you like to eat? I'll have the kitchen prepare it for you."

She assumed the posture of the lady of the house.

As if she were the outsider.

In the past, Ming Ge would certainly have flipped out, not stopping until the heavens turned upside down.

Now, however, she simply clung to her father tenderly, turned her face away from Yin Yilan completely ignoring her, and gave him a bright and coy smile, "Dad, it's been so long since I've had the dishes you make, I want to eat crystal pork knuckle, sweet and sour spareribs, and also..."

Her words once more stirred Ming Zhiyuan's heartache.

Being the doting father that he was, of course, he hurriedly agreed, "Alright, Dad will cook for you today, you can have anything you want."

Yin Yilan's breathing became noticeably heavier.

In the five years since she married into the Ming Family, when had Ming Zhiyuan ever cooked a meal specifically for her?

Ming Ge cheerfully listed a series of dishes, then authoritatively added, "The dishes that Dad makes especially for me can only be eaten by me alone."

As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at her stepmother.

Want to eat?

Not for you!

After a pause, Ming Ge pretended to show a pained expression of reluctant giving, "At the very most, I'll share a tiny bit with Ming Xiaoci, and the rest is all mine!"

Ming Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, somewhat surprised.

However, he quickly showed a big smile on his face and agreed without any hesitation, "Okay, we'll only give a little to him, and the rest is all for my darling Nannan!"