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

"Old Qin, you're back."

Zhang Zhiyue went over to greet him, and was about to say something more provocative when Cheng Xihe interrupted her.

Cheng Xihe raised an eyebrow and stated the facts in a cold voice: "Father, Aunt Zhang doesn't like me very much. She didn't prepare a room for me. Send me some money and I'll move out."

I won't get in your way at home.

"Nonsense!"

Qin Jian's smile vanished, and he snapped, "It's not like there aren't rooms for you at home! What kind of talk is it to move out!"

If this gets out, where will he put his face?

"Then, shall I live in the storage room?"

Cheng Xihe stared directly at Qin Jian, her beautiful light-colored eyes filled with aloofness.

"Bullshit! What do you mean, living in a storage room? Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhang Zhiyue, standing next to Qin Jian, looked hurt and aggrieved as she said to him, "Old Qin."

She just called out once and didn't say anything more.

Qin Jian looked at Cheng Xihe and began to accuse her: "Xihe, your mother, she..."

"Mr. Qin, my mother is dead."

Cheng Xihe smiled sarcastically.

"Let's not talk about that!"

Qin Jian quickly stopped her, pulling Zhang Zhiyue aside: "Xihe, your Aunt Zhang has been looking forward to your return, how could she not prepare a room for you!"

"Yes, Xihe."

Zhang Zhiyue chimed in, "Yes, Xihe, you really wronged your aunt."

Although you're not my biological child, you're Old Qin's child, and I've spoiled you like my own. I've already prepared your room.

Cheng Xihe remained silent.

This woman was indeed not as foolish and impulsive as she had seemed.

"Cheng Xihe, look how good your aunt is to you!" Qin Jian glared at Cheng Xihe.

This child has been away for too long and is not obedient at all.

Zhang Zhiyue held Qin Jian's arm and said softly, "Jian, don't blame Xihe. Maybe she doesn't like the room I prepared."

"It's all my fault; I didn't ask the child for their opinion carefully."

Zhang Zhiyue spoke in a teasy, teasy manner, and Qin Jian just happened to like it.

"dislike?"

Qin Jian glared at Cheng Xihe, "You're being picky just to come home? Do you really think you're a guest?"

He always protected Zhang Zhiyue in front of her.

"Didn't you tell me to come home? If you're so unwelcoming, why did you bring me back?" Cheng Xihe simply laid out the problem and stood aside with his arms crossed.

Qin Jian's temper flared up again: "Cheng Xihe, what do you think I...?"

"Oh!"

Zhang Zhiyue interrupted Qin Jian, affectionately taking his arm: "Ah Jian, don't be angry. Let's go, let's go see Xihe's room, and we can change it if we're not satisfied."

"You spoil these kids too much."

Qin Jian followed in Zhang Zhiyue's footsteps.

The latter turned around and gave Cheng Xihe a provocative smile: "Xihe, keep up."

Cheng Xihe scoffed and followed behind.

"Oh, right."

As Zhang Zhiyue walked, she suddenly remembered something. "Xihe, your old room was quite nice, but you never lived there, so I turned it into Susu's dance room."

You probably won't mind, will you?

"What does she mind?"

Before Cheng Xihe could speak, Qin Jian interrupted gruffly, "What in this house isn't mine? Who gives her the right to pick and choose?"

In a corner on the second floor, Zhang Zhiyue quickly walked up and opened the door.

The whole house is clean and tidy, and the lighting is also quite good.

Cheng Xihe's gaze fell on the several sets of clothes laid out on the bed.

"Isn't this good enough? What else do you want?" Qin Jian looked at Cheng Xihe.

Cheng Xihe remained silent.

So that's where they were waiting.

He suppressed her behind her back, but pretended to be a good person in front of Qin Jian.

Zhang Zhiyue quickly took Qin Jian's arm, "Ah Jian, these are all things I prepared for Xihe."

But I didn't expect that as soon as this child came back... sigh..."

"Cheng Xihe, look at you!"

Just as Qin Jian was about to get angry, Zhang Zhiyue stopped him and smiled gently: "It's alright, Jian, don't blame her."

"We are a family, and harmony is the most important thing."

Patting Qin Jian on the back, Zhang Zhiyue's gaze fell on Cheng Xihe, her expression suggestive:

"Xihe grew up outside and didn't receive a good education."

As parents, we definitely need to discipline you properly at home to prevent you from wrongly accusing others and causing trouble for our family when you attend important occasions in the future.

You little bitch, let's see what you do now!

"Cheng Xihe, look what you've done! You've only just come back and you've already caused so much trouble for the family!"

Qin Jian turned his attention to Cheng Xihe, and before she could speak, he rattled off a whole bunch of things:

"Your Aunt Zhang is so good to you, she prepared a spacious room for you, such a big walk-in closet, and all these beautiful clothes and dresses!"

Who can be as considerate as Aunt Zhang?

You, on the other hand, spew nothing but slander! Where did you learn to be such a habitual liar?

Qin Jian got angry with himself and started yelling at Cheng Xihe.

It was he who was careless.

I originally thought this kid could get into A University, and I could take him to high society circles to show off and make him look good.

They completely forgot that this child grew up in the countryside, was petty, and had a bad heart.

With that kind of behavior, it would have been better if he hadn't come back at all!

He's a disgrace!

With his arms crossed, Cheng Xihe leaned lazily against the doorframe: "Didn't you tell me to come back? I'm just like this."

"you!"

"So this is the room Auntie prepared for me. Why did the maid take my luggage to the storage room?"

Cheng Xihe tilted her head and suddenly smiled: "I thought this was a show of force that Auntie had arranged for me, but it turns out I misunderstood Auntie."

Zhang Zhiyue's expression changed slightly.

She then realized that Cheng Xihe's luggage was not with her.

"A maid? What maid would dare to do such a thing!"

Qin Jian's face darkened: "You just got home, and you already dare to sow discord between you and your aunt?"

"Who did this?"

"If you don't want to work for the Qin family anymore, then get out! There are plenty of other people who would like to!"

Zhang Zhiyue's face paled for a moment, but she quickly returned to normal:

"Old Qin, it seems some people are a bit clueless and haven't grasped the situation. We..."

"It's her."

Cheng Xihe interrupted Zhang Zhiyue and pointed to the maid who was trembling at the stairwell not far away.

"No, it wasn't me..."

The maid shook her head, but Cheng Xihe showed no mercy: "She took my luggage to the storage room."

"It's all her fault; she made me misunderstand Aunt Zhang."

Cheng Xihe's tone was mocking, and his gaze toward Zhang Zhiyue was calm yet full of sarcasm.

"Someone, let her collect her salary and get out!" Qin Jian made the decision as if he were being roasted over a fire.

"Thump!"

The maid suddenly knelt on the ground, looking at Qin Jian pleadingly: "Mr. Qin, no, please don't..."

Her eyes were big and bright, and she looked pitiful when she looked at Qin Jian.

Qin Jian paused, then turned his head and saw Zhang Zhiyue say sternly, "It's all your fault that I have a rift with Xihe."

"Butler! Take him out!" Although Qin Jian was reluctant, he still made the decision.

Upon hearing Qin Jian's words, the maid immediately stopped struggling and looked at Zhang Zhiyue with a deathly pale face:

"Madam, please, I didn't mean it, please help me!"

Zhang Zhiyue glared at her, but her gaze towards the maid was unfriendly, even though she was standing behind Qin Jian.

"Butler, take him away."

Qin Jian glanced at the maid's figure and then looked away.

The housekeeper arrived with two security guards.

The maid's pleas for mercy gradually faded into the distance...