“Oh my, Zeke!” Melissa’s heart broke as she watched. She screamed, “Oil isn’t free, you know!”
However, Zuko stared at her blankly, his face devoid of expression.
“Quickly!” She slapped his back. “Pour the oil from the pan into the bowl…”
Zuko, as if in a daze, held the pan in one hand and the bowl in the other, unsure of what to do.
“Oh gosh! Get out!” Melissa snatched the bowl and pan away. “If this continues, I might lose my kitchen…”
Like a puppet, Zuko was chased out of the kitchen by Melissa.
Her words echoed in his head.
He suddenly said, “Auntie, did you mean what you said?”
Melissa widened her eyes. “What did I say?”
“Replace our fake marriage certificate with a real one…”
“Go, go, go!” Although anger still lingered on Melissa’s face, there was a smile at the corner of her lips. “But pay me
back for the olive oil first!”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMelissa closed the kitchen door, ushering Zuko out.
Stunned, Zuko walked to the corridor.
He looked up at the blue sky. It was sunny, and the fragrance of summer filled the air.
At that moment, he burst into laughter, unable to stop giggling.
Zuko regretted not getting a real marriage certificate from the start. Why hadn’t he done it? Now he had more
work to do.
‘Hmm… Maybe it’s for the best.’
Back then, he and Lina were practically strangers. Marrying a stranger felt strange.
After a year and a half of getting to know each other, Zuko would blend in better with the family. Everything would
happen naturally by then…
‘A year and a half…
‘Ha, the duration my mother-in-law gave makes sense!’
Zuko started whistling, a rare sight, with a bright smile on his face.
His phone rang multiple times, but he didn’t notice it. Eventually, he felt a vibration in his pocket.
Toph’s concerned voice came from the other side when he picked up. “Did you get into trouble, bro? It took you so
long to answer!”
“No,” Zuko replied flatly.
There was no trouble—he was quite happy.
“Oh,” Toph responded shortly. “I’ve done what you asked me to do. The incident is creating a buzz on the Internet.
Violet’s reputation is hard to salvage now.”
“Hmm, good.”
“I heard Jacob still has more dirt on Violet,” Toph said with a smile. “Should we expose it and make it go viral?”
“That small matter won’t go viral,” Zuko said in a deep voice. “Besides, we can’t reveal everything at once. We
need to take it slow. How can we have leverage if we expose everything now?”
“Hmm, you’re right.” Toph sincerely praised his brother, “You’re cunning, bro. I see traces of our father and
grandfather in you!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Is that a compliment?” asked Zuko.
Toph laughed and hung up quickly.
…
The incident of Violet plagiarizing Xyla’s work from 20 years ago continued to stir up the Internet.
Under the pressure of public opinion, the members of the exhibition organizing committee apologized. They
disqualified Violet and added her to the blacklist. Plagiarizing candidates were no longer given the opportunity to
participate.
The university descended into chaos as well. The once arrogant and boastful Grist princess now found herself at the
center of the storm.
Violet was criticized no matter where she went.
“Isn’t that the Grist princess who plagiarized someone else’s work?”
“That’s right. Of all artists, she plagiarized Madam Irwin of Southeast Aciatic! Although her pieces have small
circulation, they’re priceless!”
“I guess Violet is too ignorant to know that!”
“What does the nouveau riche know? Hahaha! I heard the Irwins of Southeast Aciatic have contacted their attorney
to file a transnational lawsuit!”