Born with Divine Power

My name was Melinda Summers. As the meaning of my name suggested, my appearance looked like a sweet, tender, and beautiful woman. I practically possessed all the qualities a man would desire in an ideal girlfriend.

I'd been doing image management for many years and gone through the strict training on how to become an eligible wife.

My parents had been laying the foundation for me to marry a fine young man in the future by teaching me to become a gentle, kind, and sweet young lady since I was young.

They often educated me on how a well-mannered young lady should behave. "As a young lady, you must be submissive and gentle because only then can you please your husband's family and marry a fine young man.

"We will disown you and have another obedient child if you ever behave like one of those disobedient children out there."

They would reprimand me whenever they saw that I'd gotten into a fight, "Melinda! Who allowed you to fight with others? Tell me, is this even the manner a decent young lady should have?"

They would also lecture me if they noticed me wearing non-ladylike outfits. "As a proper young lady, you should wear skirts and dresses! Pants are simply unacceptable! Do you think you can be like your brother? He is a son and the mainstay of our family."

I had mastered speaking in a voice that didn't exceed 40 decibels according to their wishes, regardless of the situation. I only ever owned dresses and skirts, which signified femininity, in my closet.

Once I grew up, I followed their advice and applied to a normal school specializing in training educators. Then, I became a teacher as soon as I graduated. Afterward, I went on a blind date with Oliver Kingsley, the man of my parents' choice.

Since I was young, beautiful, naive, and completely lacked experience with romantic relationships, Oliver adored me very much when he first met me. Thus, we completed our engagement ceremony within two months.

After getting engaged, I strictly followed my parents' guidance and tried my best to express my virtuousness, knowledge, sensibility, and any other qualities that would make me an eligible daughter-in-law in front of all members of the Kingsleys.

Sure enough, Oliver became more satisfied with me, and the entire Kingsleys also fancied the idea of me marrying into the family.

We held a grand wedding under our parents' arrangements a year later.

Today was the first day that I officially married into the Kingsleys and became Oliver's wife. I got up on time at 7.00 AM and showed up in the dining hall to prepare breakfast. Logically speaking, the housemaid should be the one making breakfast.

Therefore, I was surprised to discover that my mother-in-law, Charlotte Kingsley, was busy in the kitchen.

When she saw me, she snorted in derision, "Remember to get up early to make breakfast next time."

Although I felt disgruntled, I still raised the corner of my mouth and flashed her my typical sweet smile while nodding in agreement.

At the dining table, my father-in-law, Alexander Kingsley, picked a piece of an extremely delectable oven-baked sea bass and put it into his mouth.

However, he frowned as soon as he savored it. Then, he started rummaging through the dish with his fork.

It wasn't until he found an unnoticeable yellow slice in the dish that his originally gentle-looking face abruptly turned gloomy. After that, he furiously threw the fork at Charlotte's face.

"Why is it so hard for you to make a decent meal? I have told you plenty of times that I don't want to see even a trace of ginger in the dish! Even if the recipe requires it, you still have to take it out! Are you deaf or dead? Did you not understand my instructions?"

As he spoke, he suddenly slapped Charlotte's cheek. The slap sounded so sharp and crisp that it sounded like he must have slapped her with 100% of his strength.

Yet, things didn't end with the slap. Soon, Alexander rolled up his sleeves and kicked Charlotte, who had been sitting, to the ground.

I was so frightened by this unexpected situation that I sprung up from my seat and instinctively wanted to help the trembling Charlotte up from the ground.

I had just made a move when Oliver, who was sitting beside me, violently grabbed the hem of my dress. "Sit down. Dad is just disciplining Mom. It's fine."