Suddenly, Olivia Miller squatted down.

"Eh, tofu pudding."

Henry Bolton looked down and saw this exquisitely carved young boy turn his head to look at him, grinning foolishly as he spoke—

"Brother, it's tofu pudding. Can I have a bowl?"

Henry Bolton was stunned for a moment, thinking: Where did the tofu pudding come from?

He followed Olivia Miller's fingertip, but all he saw was the back of Edward Cooper's head, completely confused.

"Shh." Olivia Miller put his finger to his lips and lowered his voice: "Don't tell anyone, Sister Ying'er doesn't let me eat outside."

"Ugh..."

Henry Bolton truly felt this idiot was too disgusting. He gritted his teeth again, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to swing down the big stone in his hand.

His gaze wandered back and forth. After a long while, he finally put down the stone, paced back and forth a couple of times, then suddenly grabbed Olivia Miller.

"Speak, what's going on here?"

"Cooking tofu pudding to eat," Olivia Miller said.

Henry Bolton said sternly, "Who cooked the tofu pudding?"

Olivia Miller looked a bit confused, like a helpless child.

"Speak, who cooked the tofu pudding?" Henry Bolton asked again.

Olivia Miller's mind raced. He opened his mouth, intending to say "I cooked the tofu pudding," but in the next moment, he forcibly swallowed the words.

The fierce-looking young man before him was not someone easily fooled. If he discovered that Olivia Miller could converse logically, he definitely wouldn't show mercy.

That Henry Bolton could kill the fat Edward Cooper in one blow and lift Olivia Miller with one hand—he was no frail scholar. As a fifteen-year-old boy, Olivia Miller knew he couldn't win in a fight, so he could only stare blankly ahead with a vacant look.

"Speak! Who cooked the tofu pudding?" Henry Bolton's expression grew even harsher, and he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Olivia Miller across the face.

The fair, tender face instantly turned red and bruised.

Olivia Miller quickly closed his eyes to prevent Henry Bolton from seeing the anger in them.

Hit me? Just you wait.

But, given the current situation, might as well cry.

Decided! I should cry.

The boy squeezed his eyes hard, but not a single tear came out.

Cry, hurry up and cry.

"I'm so miserable, abandoned since childhood, died young, and after death even transmigrated into an idiot's body—it's just too tragic, too tragic... Oh right, come to think of it, this courtyard is also my family's property. I'm really rich now."

Can't cry.

Olivia Miller cracked his eyes open a sliver to peek, only to see a sharp glint in Henry Bolton's eyes as he watched his expression with extreme vigilance.

It's over.

That stunning woman watched with interest for a while, then suddenly said, "You should leave quickly, before anyone else sees you."

"Then what about here?"

"If anyone asks, I'll say my husband was teasing the young master of the Wang family and was accidentally pushed onto this stone. How about that?"

Henry Bolton pondered for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he said, "Good."

He lifted his robe, bent down, and turned Edward Cooper over, placing the stone under the wound at the back of his head.

After finishing this, he suddenly turned to Olivia Miller with a fierce look and demanded, "Who did it?"

Olivia Miller still looked completely bewildered.

"Why tease an idiot?" she said, playing with a rouge box in her hand, her tone languid. "Don't worry, I won't let anyone know it was you."

Henry Bolton nodded, opened the courtyard door, glanced around, and quickly slipped out.

Olivia Miller let out a sigh of relief, glanced at the now open courtyard door, and considered sneaking away... Suddenly, with a "crack," he saw the woman pinch the rouge box with her delicate fingers and actually crushed it.

Wow! He immediately didn't dare move a muscle, acting as obediently as possible.

"Oh dear, it's broken." The woman smiled, tossing aside the fragments in her hand, as if she were very delicate.

She gracefully walked over and bolted the door, gently brushed her hair, then turned and looked deeply at Olivia Miller, suddenly smiling: "So Young Master Wang isn't an idiot after all."

Olivia Miller was startled. He looked up and saw the woman's eyes were as deep as a pool.

Meeting her gaze, he quickly lowered his head and said nothing.

Is this woman testing me?

Yes, she must be testing me. Just now, I acted so much like a fool—Olivia Miller encouraged himself inwardly.

"My name is Grace Taylor, Young Master Wang, you can call me Grace." She walked up gracefully, reached out and gently stroked Olivia Miller's face, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, and she said softly, "Does it hurt? Look at how that pretty face was hit, it really makes one's heart ache."

Her breath was fragrant.

Olivia Miller felt his heart pounding, but only one thought filled his mind—"I'm still just a kid."

"Young Master Wang, you can stop pretending. The moment you first looked at me when you came in, I knew you weren't an idiot," Grace Taylor said languidly. "When you looked at me, there was wariness in your eyes—how could an idiot have that? Are you afraid I'll eat you?"

Olivia Miller grinned "hehe" and gave a couple of foolish laughs, saying, "You won't give me tofu pudding to eat..."

Grace Taylor covered her mouth and laughed softly, her eyes curving into crescents.

"So, if I really went to get you a bowl of tofu pudding, would you dare eat it, Young Master Wang?"