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

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Qin Jian kept crying out in pain, but refused to reveal where Cheng Xihe's mother's belongings were.

This time, Cheng Xihe truly couldn't bear it anymore.

Her icy voice rang in Qin Jian's ears: "Don't give me that, Qin Jian, I have to take my mother's things away today."

I've kept my promise. If you can't, then you can go downstairs and keep my mom company.

Her icy voice was even more chilling than the coldest days of winter.

Butler Ye had already noticed that the two people were fighting again.

He quickly sent the servants away and stood watching from a distance, without any intention of helping.

Qin Jian, forced to speak, said, "Cheng Xihe, I'm warning you..."

"what!"

Every time he threatened her, Cheng Xihe would use a bit more force: "I can keep you at bay, let's see if you can afford to!"

Qin Jian turned his head and saw that Cheng Xihe's bloodshot eyes were full of ruthlessness, devoid of any affection.

The pain in his abdomen told him that the girl in front of him was no longer the little girl he could easily manipulate.

She could be easily discarded and sent away by him back then.

Now, not only can they not pose a threat, they might even be attacked.

"You don't have to tell me. I have plenty of time to waste with you. I'm willing to ruin your entire business."

Cheng Xihe wore a smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and it even looked somewhat eerie.

"Butler Ye, what's wrong?" Zhang Zhiyue saw Butler Ye standing far away and couldn't help but walk over and ask.

She's been having a good time these past couple of days. She just woke up and came downstairs, and even made plans to play mahjong with a few wives who were initially going to refuse her invitation.

She couldn't talk about Cheng Xihe's marriage to Yan Mingchuan, but she could show off her newly arrived jewelry.

Butler Ye bowed his head and said, "Madam, the master and the second young lady have a conflict inside, so it's not convenient for me to go in."

"Another conflict?" Zhang Zhiyue peeked out and saw that Qin Jian was pinned against the wall by Cheng Xihe and couldn't move.

She covered her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise, and exclaimed, "Oh my goodness, that was way too much! Old Qin doesn't seem to be able to take it."

"Should Madam go in and try to persuade her?" Butler Ye said in a low voice from the side.

Zhang Zhiyue's expression immediately changed. She straightened up and looked at Butler Ye: "What am I supposed to do in there? Get beaten up too?"

"Old Qin is really something, he had to get into a fight with her. I can't beat her, I just had a beauty treatment."

Zhang Zhiyue coughed lightly twice, glanced at Qin Jian again, frowned and looked away: "Never mind, I'll just pretend I didn't see it."

"If you hit Lao Qin, you can't hit me anymore." Zhang Zhiyue used to be vicious because she could bully anyone.

Unfortunately, she encountered a reckless and ruthless individual like Cheng Xihe, who would beat people up at will. She dared not provoke him; she valued her life.

Ordinary little girls can use the lack of attention from their fathers and the disparity of being outshone at home to attack, belittle, or even cause them to lose self-confidence.

Cheng Xihe is the smartest and most capable fighter in the family, so her petty tricks wouldn't be suitable for her.

Furthermore, she didn't care whether Qin Jian loved her or not, nor did she crave Qin Jian's attention, and she didn't need fatherly love or anything like that.

Having seen through this, Zhang Zhiyue decided to coexist peacefully with Cheng Xihe, and even returned her mother's belongings to her.

Straightening her clothes, Zhang Zhiyue said, "Alright, I've made plans to play cards with some ladies, so I'm heading out now. You don't need to cook for me at noon or in the evening."

"Yes, Madam, take care." Butler Ye bowed his head and saw Zhang Zhiyue off.

The two people inside had no idea that Zhang Zhiyue had passed by.

Cheng Xihe pressed down on Qin Jian and said sternly, "Did you hear what I said?"

"The things are in the attic. All your mother's things are there. Really, I'm not lying to you!" Qin Jian dared not play any more tricks.

If he keeps being stubborn, he'll really be courting death!

Qin Jian winced in pain: "Release, release me!"

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Cheng Xihe gave him a disdainful look.

Leaning against the wall, Qin Jian struggled to keep from falling, rubbing his wrists and avoiding eye contact with Cheng Xihe.

"If I find anything missing, I'll burn down not only you, Qin Jian, but the entire Qin family, including your company."

She delivered the threatening words with a smile.

Swallowing hard, Qin Jian looked at her somewhat embarrassedly: "Cheng Xihe, aren't you afraid of running out of money doing all this?"

"What am I afraid of? I'm already with Yan Mingchuan, aren't I? Even if you don't support me, Yan Mingchuan can."

Cheng Xihe gave a chilling smile: "Thanks to you, Father?"

She strode away from Qin Jian.

Passing by Butler Ye, Cheng Xihe said, "Butler Ye, would you mind helping me tidy up?"

"Yes, Miss."

The attic was covered in dust, clearly indicating it hadn't been cleaned in a long time.

Cheng Xihe's gaze fell on the floor.

Above was a string of fresh footprints, covered with a thin layer of dust.

It looks like it was recently stepped on.

Qin Jian went to great lengths to threaten her: "Are all of these my mother's things?"

"Yes, the valuable items are in the master's study," Butler Ye said in a low voice.

The attic was filled with books and items left behind by Cheng Xi and his mother, as well as a few pieces of clothing.

Qin Jian put all the other jewelry into a safe.

Cheng Xihe's expression was cold: "Pack everything in here and have it delivered to the warehouse I ordered."

"Yes, Miss."

After giving her instructions, Cheng Xihe went downstairs and bumped into Qin Jian, who was about to return to his study: "You've come at the right time. My mother's jewelry is with you, isn't it?"

Otherwise, Zhang Zhiyue wouldn't be wearing her mother's earrings.

Qin Jian hesitated and said, "You..."

"Don't try anything funny."

The four simple words interrupted Qin Jian's spellcasting.

Left with no other choice, Qin Jian gave all the jewelry, in a large wooden box, to Cheng Xihe: "That's all, that's all."

"If you still have any hidden away, you can die yourself." Cheng Xihe snorted coldly and left with the box in his arms.

Qin Jian jumped up and down in anger: "You!"

After getting angry, Qin Jian looked at Cheng Xihe's back with complicated emotions.

The sound of a car starting up came from downstairs.

Soon, the sound faded away, leaving behind a cloud of dust...