Father Ye, who had been standing by the dressing table, could hardly stand still any longer and quickly held his daughter to stop her from bowing her head again, his emotions running high.
"Ah Zhi, what are you doing? You're breaking your father's heart."
"Lingling, you're really something, the mansion doesn't lack an extra mouth to feed."
He gently rubbed his daughter's smooth forehead. Tsk tsk, it's all red now.
Ye Yuan had been married to the Ye Family for many years, and she had always been the one managing the household affairs. There were rarely any disputes since the Ye Family was shrewd and capable, coming from a merchant background. She managed things in an orderly manner, with the man handling the outside while the woman managed the inside, a saying that couldn't apply more appropriately to him.
This current conflict was among those rare disputes.
