"Her regard is false, Grandpa," Huaijin retorted, folding her arms. "She is like the villainess of the story Daddy read me, a Trojan Horse, and I will not allow her near our apartment, our kitchen, or my father's life. If you force her on Daddy, I will personally ensure she receives zero hugs and only the bitterest, darkest sludge for her tea every morning for the rest of her life."
The threat was delivered with such chilling, unwavering conviction that it sent a shiver down the Chairman's spine.
It wasn't the threat of a six-year-old; it was the promise of a vengeful, determined adversary.
Grandpa Chi leaned back in his chair, utterly defeated and profoundly disturbed. He had thought he could use Huaijin as a simple lever, but he had just encountered a small, unmovable, fiercely protective mountain of opposition.
'Why?' The question echoed in his mind. 'Why does she dislike her so much? What did Xu Meilin do to earn such raw, visceral hatred from a little girl?'
