Chapter 1 — Great Lady Fake Weakness

Before taking me to the wedding car, my father stuffed a book in my hand titled "Survival Handbook for Rich Married Women". The cover of the book is bright pink, and on it is a drawing of a small girl crying and crying. I turned the first page. Article 1: Speaks little, cries a lot, and faints every time something happens. I stared at that line for half a day, raised my head and asked my father: "Did I have to faint?" My father was wearing an expensive suit, his eyebrows furrowed as if the house was about to be inspected tonight. He nodded painfully: "Daughter, these past few years our family has struggled to emerge from the underground world. This intermarriage is related to the group's whitewashing business. The Bui family likes gentle and obedient girls. You absolutely should not let people know that when you were 16 years old, you went alone to beat up the thirteen gangs of Port Nam." I asked: “What if they bully me?” My father replied: "Hold on." I asked again: "To what extent?" My father thought for a moment: "Just be patient until no murder happens." I'm reassured. I know this limit very well. When the float arrived in front of the Bui family's gate, there was already a line of people waiting. The Bui family does business honestly, has clean roots, and has an orderly family style. Even the bodyguards look like they just graduated from business school. On the contrary, the two dowry bodyguards I brought with me, one with a scar across his face (That Scar), one with a tattoo of a Buddha's head on his neck (A Phat), looked as if they had come to save money for the wedding. I quickly told them to take off their sunglasses. That Scar didn't understand: "Eldest lady, this is very disrespectful." I lowered my voice: "We're not taking the majestic route today." Ah Phat immediately understood and said with a serious face: "Follow the path of assassination?" I stepped straight on his leather shoe. He was in so much pain that tears came to his eyes. Just as Bui's butler came out, seeing this scene, he tearfully said: "Miss Minh looks so gentle and gentle, even the servants were moved to tears." Me: “…” That's okay. The first impression seems to hold. Today the Bui family is crowded, but my fiance Bui Do is not home. I heard that the company had an emergency. Only his mother sat in the chair waiting for me to serve tea. Mrs. Bui maintains her beauty very well, but her eyes seem to be "checking the goods". She looked at me from head to toe, her eyes stopping on my wrist. Today I deliberately wore a string of small pearls to cover the old scar on my wrist bone. That scar is from when I chased and beat someone and jumped from the third floor. My father said that the upper class don't like such things. They like girls with white skin, thin bodies, soft personalities, no opinions, and it's best to only eat a few bites when eating rice. Because today, this morning I only dared to eat three dumplings and two bowls of porridge, already extremely restrained. Mrs. Bui put down her teacup and said bluntly: "Miss Minh has entered the Bui family's door, and in the future there are some rules to learn. The Bui family is not like the messy places outside, no matter what you do, you have to save face." I nodded: "I understand." Mrs. Bui seemed a bit more satisfied: "It's good to understand. I heard that your health has not been good until now?" In the resume my father made up, I was sick from a young age, Many illnesses, walking three steps and panting for five times, the wind blowing a little too strong will require hospitalization. I lowered my eyelashes, "Yes, my health has always been bad." The woman in a white dress standing next to Mrs. Bui suddenly burst out laughing. Her name is Luong Chi, Bui Do's childhood friend. Today she had the reputation of coming to help with guests, but in fact, from the moment I walked in, she had already peeled my skin eight times with her eyes. She walked over holding a cup of tea, her voice as gentle as if she wanted to squeeze out water: "Miss Minh is so fragile, you have to take good care of it in the future. It's just that the Bui family has a lot of work to do, and A Du is busy, I'm afraid we won't have much time to comfort you." I thought to myself, this sentence clears the way well. Page 3 of the handbook reads: When faced with provocation, you must lower your eyes, show self-pity, and make men feel sorry. Even though that man wasn't here, it didn't stop me from practicing first. So I lowered my eyes. Luong Chi probably thought I was scared, his smile became even deeper. She walked in front of me, the teacup in her hand suddenly tilted, the hot tea splashed straight towards my dress. My father's face flashed in my mind. Don't hit people. Do not curse people. Do not threaten death. The next second, I reached out and grabbed that cup of tea. The tea wobbled around the rim of the cup, not splashing out a single drop. The whole room was silent. Luong Chi's hand was still floating in mid-air, the smile on his face stiffened. I was also stiff. Stop it. Due to muscle memory. To save the situation, I quickly coughed and weakly said: "It's too hot." Mrs. Bui stared at the teacup lying motionless in my hand as if it were stuck in mid-air, her expression changed slightly: "Aren't you in good health?" I was silent for a moment.

“It's really not good.”

I tried to put the teacup back on the table, lowering my voice: "Mainly the spleen is not good." That Scar stood behind me and added in a whisper: "Our eldest lady can only eat about a kilo and a half in one meal." I turned my head to look at him. He immediately closed his mouth. But it's late. Mrs. Bui's expression became extremely complicated. Luong Chi bit his lip, seemingly still not willing, suddenly took a step back, weakly falling to the ground.

“Miss Minh, why did you push me?”

It's here. My spirit was shaken. I know how to solve this question. Page 7 of the handbook: When being slandered, don't explain. The right eye socket turns red and hesitates, wanting to say it again. I immediately bowed my head, trying to calm my emotions. Unfortunately, the education I received as a child was a bit different. If others slander me, they usually won't live to hear my explanation. So I plotted the whole time, only choking out one sentence: "Are you sure you want to say that?" The room became even quieter. Luong Chi's face turned pale. She probably didn't understand why, just when I glanced at her, she felt like she was being targeted by something scary. I quickly averted my eyes. Impossible. Eyes must also close. At this moment, footsteps were heard outside the door. Someone lowered their voice and said: "General Bui is back." I raised my head and saw a man coming in from outside. He wore a black vest, his eyes were cold, his figure was tall, like a sword that had not yet been drawn from its sheath. Unfortunately, I've seen this type of knife a lot and don't usually use it as well The pile of knives is in my warehouse. He's probably my marriage partner, Bui Do. After entering the door, his eyes first glanced at Luong Chi sitting on the ground, then looked at the cup of tea next to my hand. Finally, he looked over at me. I immediately remembered my father's advice. Must be weak. Must be harmless. Must be like a small white flower that cannot stand the wind and rain. So I took a deep breath, grabbed the corner of the table, and slowly fell to the side.