Does My Father Even Like You?

Here we go again!

Every time Mrs. Hu tags along, she can't help but brag to my mom about how great the Second Lady treats her.

It always stings my mom to hear it.

Who wouldn't mind hearing their own daughter cozy up to another woman?

Grace's eyes flickered, but she said nothing. Instead, she smoothly handed the bowl of porridge to Mrs. Hu and said, "You're right, Mrs. Hu. I've never served anyone before and I'm afraid I'll mess it up. Why don't you do it?"

Aunt Crystal frowned, just about to speak, but Grace shot her a secret look.

Aunt Crystal paused, then kept quiet.

Mrs. Hu took the porridge, smiling as she carried it over to my mom. As she walked, she kept talking: "Madam, you look so much better now! It must be the Centennial Snow Ginseng the Second Lady sent—ah!"

Mrs. Hu cried out in alarm and suddenly stumbled, sending the scalding porridge straight toward my mom.

Bang!

Minister Zhuo, sitting across the table, reached out and smacked the bowl away. With a loud crash, it shattered on the floor, splattering porridge everywhere.

As for Mrs. Hu, there was no way Minister Zhuo would let her clumsy, awkward self crash down on his fragile, sickly Lena.

Minister Zhuo was a seventh-level Spirit Practitioner—when he moved in a hurry, he couldn't help but be a bit heavy-handed.

So Mrs. Hu was the one who suffered for it.

She stumbled backward, retreating seven or eight steps before finally landing hard on the floor. Her head even banged against the edge of a cabinet, swelling up painfully.

Of course, she knew exactly what kind of temper the Prime Minister had.

His wife was his Achilles' heel.

Touch his wife, and you might as well say goodbye to your life.

So now, her problem wasn't just the bump on her head—it was whether she could keep her head at all...

She hurriedly knelt on the floor, trembling as she begged, "Prime Minister, please spare me! I... I just..."

What just happened to her?

Did she step on her own skirt or something?

"Guards, drag her out and beat her to death!" Minister Zhuo roared.

At that moment, Grace suddenly spaced out.

She almost imagined Evan Xiao grabbing her by the neck, his cold, merciless look as he threatened to have her beaten to death.

Honestly, she was pretty scared. But at the same time, his presence surrounded her, his big hand gripping her neck, and her heart couldn't help but flutter...

Suddenly... she really missed him.

She missed his scent, his voice, his arms, his kisses...

"Minghan!" Her mother called out to her father, snapping Grace out of her daydream. "Mrs. Hu is getting old, her legs aren't what they used to be. Why not spare her life?"

Minister Zhuo shot Mrs. Hu a look of disgust, then included Grace in his glare. He said sternly, "You're already fifteen, and serving your mother porridge shouldn't tire you out. Yet you handed it off to someone so clumsy!"

"Father, it was my fault!" Grace admitted, looking remorseful. "Please punish me, Father and Mother!"

Seeing her sincere apology, Minister Zhuo’s expression softened a bit. "Enough! From now on, don’t bring her to Jade Hall again!"

"Yes!" Grace replied, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

Then she turned angrily to Mrs. Hu and scolded her, "Mrs. Hu, last time you insisted on coming even though I told you not to, and you fell into the lake! This time, you insisted on coming again and almost hurt my mother! When you’re old, you should act your age and stop competing with the young maids for attention! Or do you think my father would actually take a liking to you?"

Pfft! Both her mother and Aunt Crystal couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Minister Zhuo glared at Grace, but even his lips twitched.