C20 Milk You Are Really Ruthless!

At that moment, Yuvyuv was teasing none other than the Second Concubine's youngest daughter, Yulin. She looked just like her mother; when they stood together, no one could mistake them. Despite being raised in comfort in the Ye family, Yulin had a sallow complexion, small eyes, a tiny nose, and a face dotted with pimples. Ah, the invincibility of youth.

Yuvyuv grinned mischievously, her smile growing more unrestrained by the second.

"Yuvyuv, you little brat! My mom was right; your dead mother was a vixen, and you're just a little vixen. You two are nothing but trouble for the Ye family..." Yulin was completely provoked, losing all reason.

Yuvyuv narrowed her eyes, a cold glint flashing. Before she could react, her father, Mingyuan, stepped forward and slapped Yulin, who was about to hurl more insults.

The slap landed with a sharp "smack," turning Yulin's face to the side, tears streaming from the sting.

She stared wide-eyed, feeling utterly wronged. "Dad, why did you hit me? Yuvyuv started it. She hurt my mom, and you did nothing. But when I say something, you get upset. You're so unfair!"

With that, she burst into tears.

"Sir, Yulin is still a child. She doesn't understand and didn't mean to insult her late aunt," the Second Concubine quickly interjected, pulling her daughter into a protective embrace, her words carrying a hidden meaning.

Yuvyuv sneered, watching the mother-daughter duo put on their act. Her voice was icy, "Oh, Second Concubine, why does what you say rub me the wrong way? Are you suggesting that just because my mom is gone, your daughter can insult her as she pleases?"

Turning to her father, whose anger hadn't yet subsided, Yuvyuv added fuel to the fire, "Dad, look at this. We're at home now, but imagine how my sister and I get treated when you're not around!"

Ye Mingyuan heard the commotion, and his anger intensified.

"You little troublemaker, twisting the truth! It's clearly you causing the trouble, showing no respect for your elders, even insulting your stepmother. You're completely out of control!" The old lady slammed the table in fury.

Yuvyuv raised an eyebrow, her face feigning surprise as she looked at the old lady. "Grandma, are you losing it?"

"What? You dare call me senile?" The old lady's chest heaved with anger as she grabbed a cup of steaming tea and hurled it in Yuvyuv's direction.

Yuvyuv deftly sidestepped the flying cup, dodging it with the ease of someone well-practiced in avoiding such attacks—thanks to the old lady's frequent outbursts.

Watching from the side, Ye Mingyuan felt a pang in his heart, realizing his beloved daughter often suffered at home. Frustrated, he finally spoke up, something he rarely did, "Mom, you shouldn't be so harsh with her. If that cup had hit her, it could have been serious."

"What? You're speaking to me like this for her sake?" The old lady's eyes widened in anger. "Mingyuan, are you deaf? Didn't you hear her call me senile? Even if I punished her severely today, no one in town would say I was wrong."

"This girl is disloyal, disrespectful, and a disgrace to our family," she declared, condemning Yuvyuv with a single sentence.

"Mom, she's just a bit blunt and mischievous. Your words are too harsh," Ye Mingyuan tried to soften his earlier defiance, hoping to appease the old lady, but her harsh words about his daughter stung.

Ye Mingyuan's neck veins stood out in anger. Erya was his lifeline, and no one could touch her—not even his own parents. Messing with his daughter was like messing with half of his soul.

Standing behind her father, Yuvyuv felt a warmth in her heart. She suddenly tugged at her dad's sleeve, her bright little face appearing before everyone.

With a mischievous smile, she looked toward the old lady and said, "Grandma, you're not just forgetful; you're downright mean to curse my dad. He's your own son, yet you curse him? Grandma, that's pretty harsh!"

The room fell silent, everyone in the Ye family too stunned to breathe.

"You, you, you little brat! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll have someone sew your mouth shut," Old Madam Ye fumed, her thick lips turning pale with rage.