"The majority wins. Your protest is void."
"Chief, what did you just say? We couldn't hear you."
"Alright, alright. Little sister-in-law, hurry to the banquet. Remember to cook for us tomorrow!"
The three of them burst into chortles, turned around, took their laptops, and left for the guestroom arm-in-arm with the other two.
The man pursed his lips tighter, his hands on her pressing down harder.
"Hurts…" she cooed. Is he trying to break my arm?
He looked at her begrudgingly as if to remind her that she could only cook for him and him alone.
Ye Erruo was bemused. "Only this time."
That did not seem to pacify him.
…
Patriarch Lin liked calligraphy, so most of the guests chose to present expensive and famous calligraphic works as gifts for his birthday that day.
