At this moment, within the grand, opulent interior of the Ye Family's private manor in Ye Heavenly City, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense, heavy with unbridled malice and decades of built-up resentment.
Ye Liuman stood near the heavy mahogany desk, his face flushed with violent rage as he stared furiously at Yan Renhua, his chest heaving up and down.
He slammed his hand against the polished wood and roared, "Renhua, why did you do that?!"
Yan Renhua, who was sitting casually on an embroidered silk couch, smoothed down her luxurious sleeves and let out a cold, contemptuous snort. "Why did I do it? Are you going to hit me over a mere adopted child? That precious adopted son of yours spilled hot tea all over my favorite dress! It is entirely his own fault for being so clumsy and incompetent! And as his legally recognized adopted mother, isn't it only natural and fitting for me to discipline him for his utter lack of manners?"
