Mr. Yan, wake up! Your wife isn't a delicate little flower.

"stop!"

Cheng Xihe got home after dinner time.

She was stopped by Qin Jian as soon as she entered the door.

Qin Jian sat on the living room sofa, a trace of crimson on his fingertips, his expression unfriendly: "Where did you go?"

"Are you trying to control me?" Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow, walked to the stairs, and gripped the car keys tightly with her fingertips.

"What do you care?"

Qin gave a short, curt laugh, his expression darkening, his voice as cold as ice: "You're quite bold, acting like a lawless lawbreaker as soon as you arrive in City A!"

"It's been days! Have you even come home once? Do you even respect me as your father?!"

Qin Jian stubbed out the cigarette with his fingertips and threw it into the ashtray. He stood up, his face full of anger.

"ha?"

Cheng Xihe chuckled self-deprecatingly: "You didn't care about me for so many years back in our hometown, and now that I'm back here, you still care about me?"

"You!" Qin Jian couldn't finish Cheng Xihe's sentence, his face showing embarrassment and anger, and he seemed quite exasperated.

Ignoring his anger, Cheng Xihe continued, "I thought you gave me the black card so I could go out and have fun."

"With money, I can do whatever I want, right? Just going out for fun, what's wrong with that?"

"Playing around! Where exactly did you go to play around?" Qin Jian glared fiercely at Cheng Xihe.

Shrugging, Cheng Xihe said with a mocking expression, "What's it to you? Go to work."

"Oh, you're something else!"

Qin Jian was so angry at this blunt rebuttal that his face kept changing color and his chest was heaving violently.

Cheng Xihe didn't understand why he was angry: "You didn't care before, so don't be angry now because I'm disobedient."

I really don't understand what's there to be angry about.

"No!"

Qin Jian stared at Cheng Xihe, his emotions still unsettled, but his tone had already turned cold: "You can't continue to act so recklessly!"

The Cheng Xi in front of him was clean and refreshing, but he was really disobedient, and his expression and tone were provocative, which made him feel a little upset.

"Oh?"

Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow, leaning on the armrest beside him, and looked at Qin Jian with great interest.

She wanted to know what Qin Jian wanted to do.

"Xihe, back in Z City, it was one thing for your maternal grandmother to spoil you," Qin Jian mentioned Cheng Xihe's maternal grandmother, but saw her expression instantly change, "You..."

"Snapped!"

Cheng Xi slammed the car keys on the armrest, straightened up, and said coldly, "I advise you not to mention my grandmother in front of me. You don't deserve to."

"Let's not talk about that."

Meeting Cheng Xihe's murderous gaze, Qin Jian immediately backed down: "Come back to me. There are too many wealthy families in City A. I still need to take you out to meet people."

Starting today, you are not allowed to go anywhere from home. You must learn proper etiquette.

There's a banquet in a few days, and I want to take you there.

Cheng Xihe glanced at Qin Jian from head to toe. "You're not satisfied with just going, you have to drag me along too?"

I think Qin Ruosu would be very willing; she doesn't need to take me along.

"I have to take you with me!" A vein throbbed on Qin Jian's forehead.

All three heads of the Yan family graduated from University A. He brought his daughter with him so that he could establish a relationship with them.

Qin Ruosu's grades were poor, so pursuing a career in dance was useless.

Although Qin Shengxia was also from A University, her entrance exam scores were only at the bottom of the class. The main problem was that she was dull and didn't know how to take people out.

He originally planned to bring Qin Ruosu, but now that he has a better option, he will bring Cheng Xihe instead.

"Oh, what does that have to do with me?"

Cheng Xihe turned to leave.

"Cheng Xihe!"

Qin Jian strode over and reached out to grab Cheng Xihe's wrist.

Cheng Xihe easily dodged, his face darkening: "Just talk, don't lay a hand on me."

"I'm doing this simply to teach you how to be a decent human being!"

Qin Jian said decisively, "You're always so unserious. How can I take you out? You tell me!"

"Just don't bring it."

Cheng Xihe's resistance was very obvious.

Ignoring everything else, Qin Jian shoved the paper in his hand into Cheng Xihe's hand: "This is the class schedule your teacher arranged for you. Classes start tomorrow, understand?"

"ill!"

Cheng Xihe crumpled the paper in his hand into a ball and threw it at Qin Jian.

The crumpled paper grazed Qin Jian's wrist and fell to the ground.

"You're the one who most needs to take etiquette lessons."

Cheng Xihe's face was cold, his eyes distant and indifferent: "Ask yourself what you did after my mother died."

You want me to do something?

From what perspective are you demanding that I do things?

Qin Jian's face turned deathly pale, as if struck by lightning.

Ignoring his unpleasant expression, Cheng Xihe turned and went upstairs.

Qin Yebai, who had just pushed open the door to go downstairs, stood at the top of the stairs and met Cheng Xihe, who came out from around the corner of the stairs.

Upon meeting Cheng Xihe's gaze, Qin Yebai immediately screamed, "Don't hit me!"

He ran away without looking back, not daring to look at Cheng Xihe again.

"Bang!"

Back in his room, Cheng Xihe slammed the door shut, making sure the people downstairs could hear him.

Qin Jian stood at the top of the stairs for a while before picking up the crumpled paper from the ground and returning to the sofa.

"gentlemen."

Butler Ye appeared out of nowhere, standing beside the sofa with a formulaic smile on his face.

Qin Jian threw the crumpled paper into the trash can: "Old Ye, do you really think what I did was so unforgivable?"

Ye Mingde almost rolled his eyes inwardly, but remained calm on the surface: "It mainly depends on what Miss thinks."

She hates me terribly.

Qin Jian took out another cigarette, and Butler Ye quickly lit it for him.

"Father and son shouldn't hold grudges overnight. They'll be fine tomorrow. You were both a bit emotional today."

Butler Ye offered a word of comfort and placed a plate of fruit on the table.

Qin Jian frowned: "Perhaps, but Xihe is difficult to control, it's a bit of a headache."

"By the way, did you do what I asked you to do?" Qin Jian took a drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

Butler Ye nodded: "Sir, please rest assured, I have already told Miss about it."

I reckon that once Madam returns, the eldest young lady will tell her about this.

"When Zhiyue asks you something, you must tell her exactly what I told you to say, understand?" Qin Jian added worriedly.

Butler Ye stood calmly: "Of course."

"Okay, you can go now."

Qin Jian waved his hand, signaling Butler Ye to leave.

After everyone left, Qin Jian lay half-reclined on the sofa, comfortably smoking, his eyes becoming hazy.

Upstairs, Cheng Xihe returned to her room and quickly calmed down.

She realized that Qin Jian must have other motives for doing this, so she turned on the listening device hidden under the sofa downstairs.

Sure enough, they overheard Qin Jian and Uncle Ye's conversation.

The gist of it is that Uncle Ye said something to Qin Ruosu, wanting them to fight.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Cheng Xihe seemed to be deep in thought.

If what Qin Jian wanted to see was unrest in the family.

That's too outrageous.

has a problem!

After thinking for a moment, Cheng Xihe contacted Bai Ce.

Cheng Xihe: Go check which important person in City A is having a birthday party in a few days. Qin Jian wants to take me there.

Bai Ce: No need to check, next week is the birthday of the former chairman of the Yan Group.

I heard that they plan to choose a wife for Yan Mingchuan whose birth chart is compatible with his, two days before the birthday party, which is this Sunday.

Your dad probably wants to take you there.

Cheng Xihe: You're sick!

After understanding the situation, Cheng Xihe exited the chat window, feeling more confident.

Qin Jian, as expected, has ulterior motives...