Chapter 3 — Great Lady Fake Weakness

Bui Do replied: "There are tea stains on the floor, the tea cup is in your hand, the direction of Luong Chi's fall is wrong. You didn't push it." I stared at him for two seconds. This man has sharp eyes and nose. Bui Do said again: "But your movements of catching the tea cup are very fast." I immediately coughed: "In the past, my health was not good. I took medicine all year round and my hands trembled. I should practice that reflex."

“Practice holding a cup of tea?”

“Practice holding the medicine bowl.”

Bui Do looked at me silently. I gritted my teeth and continued: "When I was little, the medicine was so bitter, I didn't want to drink it, so I often dropped the medicine bowl. My mother immediately made me practice holding the bowl." Bui Do said: "In Uncle Minh's records, it clearly states that your mother died when you were three years old." Me: “…” Did you investigate this too? I hugged the glass of water and said sincerely: "So I must have remembered wrongly. Sick people have poor memory." Bui Do finally burst out laughing. He smiled and looked quite handsome, his eyebrows coldly relaxing, just like the surface of ice cracked with a bright crack.

“Minh Yeu.”

This is the first time you called my name.

"The Bui family isn't as scary as you think. You don't have to act in front of me."

I almost exclaimed: The Bui family is not scary, my father is scary. But I held back. It's just the first day of being a bride and I can't sell out my biological father. I bowed my head and mumbled: "I'm not acting." Bui Do nodded: "Then you can rest. I will have someone bring dinner." I looked up: "No need, I can go down to eat." Bui Do looked at me. I added: “My health is not good, but my stomach is fine.” He laughed again. “I see.” … At dinner, everyone from the Bui family was basically present. Mrs. Bui sat in the chair, Luong Chi was also there, I don't understand why she hasn't returned yet. Her eyes were red, as if she had just suffered a terrible injustice. I sat next to Bui Do, trying to maintain the “eating quietly” setting. First bite, half a tablespoon. Second bite, a grain of rice. By the third bite, I was so hungry that my soul left my body. That Scar was right, in the morning I only ate three dumplings and two bowls of porridge, and at noon I was busy getting married, consuming a lot of physical strength. If I keep eating like this, I'll probably become "weak". Bui Do seemed to notice and immediately pushed a plate of shrimp in front of me. “Eat it.” I whispered: "No need, I'm full." He glanced at my almost untouched bowl: “Are you sure?” I nodded. After that, my stomach growled very loudly. The sound isn't loud, but the dining room is too quiet. Everyone heard it. Mrs. Bui frowned: "Miss Minh, this is..." I closed my eyes. Just as he was about to explain, Bui Do spoke up: "Her health is not good, she can't be hungry for long." Having said that, he personally brought me a shrimp. Luong Chi's face immediately changed. I looked at the shrimp, then looked at Bui Do. His expression was very calm, like he was really afraid that I would faint from hunger. My heart is a bit complicated. This person looks cruel, but he doesn't seem like a bad person. So I decided to respect him. I ate that shrimp. Then eat a second one. Third child. Fourth child. By the time I reacted, half the shrimp dish had lost its color. The dining room was quiet to the point of being outrageous. Mrs. Bui's eyes turned from complicated to shocked. Luong Chi finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Isn't Miss Minh not in good health? Why does she eat so well..." Before she could finish her sentence, Bui Do spoke. leisurely interrupted: "Being able to eat is a blessing." I almost choked on the shrimp. This sentence came out of his mouth, sounding like he was backing a pig that was about to be taken away for a New Year offering. Luong Chi bit her lip: "Ah Du, I didn't mean that. I'm just afraid that Miss Minh, who just came to the Bui family, isn't used to it yet, and eating too much will harm her body." I immediately put down my chopsticks. “Miss Luong is right.” Bui Do glanced at me.