Transmigrated into the body of the vicious first wife of a fallen prime minister

After Qi He finished eating the drunken crab that Shang Jue had peeled, she turned her back on him and removed Hu Ying from the "don't associate with" list. She then wrote a whole page of letters listing all of Shang Jue's faults.

Those who speak of business principles don't know what's good for them; they take kindness for granted.

Couldn't she have sincerely invited him to a meal?

He pushed her off a cliff in her dream last night, and she didn't even hold it against him. But he turned around and slandered her character!

Simply unbearable!

I, Qi He, have clearly changed, okay? I'm now a pure and beautiful lotus flower!

The entire page of reply was sent out, and Hu Ying's reply arrived quickly, very brief—

"Did he peel it?"

"Peel it."

"Have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

Qianjinlou is not far from the Hu family's residence; a servant can deliver it in a few steps.

This is a lucrative job; just running a few steps or delivering a message can earn you a reward equivalent to several months' salary.

Qi He, in particular, doesn't hesitate to give generous tips.

Soon after receiving Qi He's response, Hu Ying's replies came raining down like a barrage of bullets—

"Can't you be a little nicer to someone like me who's just been cheated on by a heartless man?"

"What kind of new way of humiliating people is this? Why do couples have to come to me, an outsider, to talk about their quarrels?"

"Alright, I know you and your partner are doing great. Is there anything else?"

Qi He: "???"

After the next reply was sent, there was no further news from Hu Ying.

After a while, the maid ran back and said, "Second Miss, my mistress said she won't accept any more of your letters from now on, and that you should just shut up."

Outrageous!

It's outrageous!

I treat you like a sister, but you find me annoying?

Qi He crumpled the letter, becoming even angrier.

She was clearly going to scold Shang Jue, so where did Hu Ying see the affection in his words?

Just thinking about Hu Ying's words gave Qi He goosebumps.

Thinking about Hu Ying's taste in men, I also thought about that scumbag Qi Cheng.

Qi He confirmed it; Hu Ying must have a problem with her eyesight.

Only blind people would think this is a display of affection!

That despicable blind woman dared to impersonate my best friend!

After she finished eating, she noticed that Shang Jue was still busy at the table.

Because of a thunderstorm, all the gardens of Qianjinlou were destroyed. The servants have been cleaning up for the past two days, and no one has come to clean up after the two of them finished eating.

In other words, Qi He didn't care, but if it were the original owner, she would have lost her temper at this point.

Shang Jue looked at the mess on the table, said nothing, rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up the dishes, his slender back casting a long shadow in the candlelight.

From Qi He's perspective, Shang Jue, as the male lead, is indeed quite handsome.

He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His eyelashes were straight and thick, his nose was high and straight, and his skin was porcelain white. His temperament was somewhere between a boy and a man.

I wonder what it will look like when it's fully grown up?

In Qi He's eyes, he's just a handsome young man trying to appear mature.

To be honest, I feel quite guilty.

Looking at his hands, Qi He inexplicably recalled the way he had peeled the crab earlier, and a sense of guilt welled up in her heart.

Oh dear, even though he was the one who wanted to peel the crab... it's not really right to eat the crab that someone else peeled and then make them clean up the table.

Just as he was struggling with this decision, Shang Jue received a message from someone in the shop and went down to the corridor.

This action conveniently gave Qi He a way out. Her guilt overcame her reason, and she decided to condescend to clean up those plates herself.

Ah, he's beholden to those who feed him.

It's just cleaning up the dishes, it's not a difficult task.

"Tell him that if the autumn harvest yields less than 25%, then Manager Chen can go to the accounting office to collect his monthly wages and leave. The shop doesn't keep idle people."

Shang Jue's voice came from under the corridor, calm yet cold.

The person on the other end replied, "Yes."

Just as I was about to say something more, a series of cracking sounds suddenly came from inside the room, and bowls and plates fell to the ground and shattered everywhere.

Shang Jue, who was standing in the corridor, paused for a beat.

After a moment's hesitation, the person on the other end asked, "Manager, are you... alright?"

"It's nothing."

"I heard something like that from you—"

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

Shang Jue abruptly interrupted him, stood there for a moment, took a deep breath, and turned to walk into the hall.

The table was a mess, with four or five bowls and plates broken into pieces.

Meanwhile, the culprit had somehow teleported back to the couch, staring intently at a picture book, pretending nothing had happened.

Qi He adhered to the principle that "if I don't speak, you'll be the one who's embarrassed," and remained motionless with a straight face.

Shang Jue asked, "Did you clear the dishes?"

Qi He's back stiffened for a moment, then she slowly turned around to look at him, her gaze clear yet tinged with a hint of guilt.

The two stared at each other for a few moments before Qi He struck first, raising her chin with a defiant yet self-righteous tone: "What's it to you?"

Shang Jue's gaze fell on the tragically mangled dishes on the floor, and he said calmly, "Do you think I can't clean this up?"

Qi He: "..."

"Isn't this a good thing?" she argued. "At least we don't have to wash the dishes!"

Shang Jue looked at her coldly.

For some reason, Qi He recalled the dream from last night in which he was pushed off a cliff, and his cold gaze at that moment, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

She was clearly trying to help; she didn't break the bowl on purpose, it was an accident.

Before she transmigrated, she was also an only child in her family, spoiled and pampered, and had always had a bad temper.

Even when I was working, I never compromised my principles.

What gives you the right to think of me like that?

I'm angry!

"Is it so great that you can clean the dishes?" She turned around, her back to Shang Jue, her tone already tinged with arrogance. "I've never cleaned them before, and I even cut my hand."

Although it was only a tiny scratch, Qi He was still very annoyed. After saying that, she walked upstairs in a sullen mood.

What right did he have to glare at her?

She didn't even hold a grudge about killing him in my dream last night. When I helped him clean up, he glared at me. Did she deliberately break the bowl?

You bastard!

As soon as she got back inside, Qi He laid out paper and ground ink, dragged Hu Ying back from the "don't associate with" list, and wrote a long list of things.

Hu Ying's reply was quick, but it was full of flattery and ingratiation. The gist of it was, "How could the Second Miss bear this grievance?" "It's all the bowl's fault." "That scoundrel Shang Jue doesn't know what's good for him."

Qi He was annoyed at the moment and didn't notice the words "Second Miss" and "Princess" in Hu Ying's letter.

When she wrote "her hand is cut", Hu Ying replied with an extremely long letter, scolding Shang Jue from head to toe, and saying, "How could Your Highness's precious hand be cut? Ten doctors should be called to wait on you."

Qi He finally caught her breath.

I had just put down my pen when I looked up and saw Shang Jue standing at the door with ointment in his hand.

"When did you arrive?" Qi He asked with a blank expression, but her fingers unconsciously curled up as she picked at her sleeve.

"Since the princess has condescended to personally clear the dishes for me, I should kneel down and be eternally grateful."

Damn, they're here pretty early!

That bastard didn't say a word, did he see everything?

Qi He remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was seething with rage, wishing she could jump off the second floor and die on the spot rather than face this epic embarrassment.

"Oh." Her ears were already bright red, but she tried to remain calm while cursing him a hundred times in her heart.

Does this dog walk without making a sound?

Is there anything more humiliating than being caught talking badly about someone behind their back?

I want to die...

"What are you doing here?" She was still angry. Even if you are the male lead, it doesn't matter. It's not like she's the one abusing him. Why should she put up with his temper?

The business mantra: "I'm here to apply the medicine to you with gratitude."

Very well, you bastard, she'll remember that.

"The wound has healed." Qi He wanted to send him away so she could have some peace and quiet.

Unexpectedly, Shang Jue suddenly squatted down, startling Qi He so much that she almost jumped off the couch.

Seriously? This bastard is actually going to kneel down and beg for forgiveness just to make sarcastic remarks about her?

No, it's really not that bad.

The next second, Qi He suddenly realized that her ankle was being held by a hand with distinct knuckles.

She had a cold constitution, and her feet were cold, but Shang Jue's palms were burning hot, so hot that the insteps of her feet were stretched straight.

Qi He then noticed a rather large cut on the back of her foot, which was bleeding.

I was so angry that I didn't even feel the pain.

Qi He was not used to having her ankle held, especially by the male lead.

What if he gets angry and breaks her ankle?

She still remembered the original owner's fate in the original story when her Achilles tendon was severed.

She quite liked her feet; they were clean and delicate, with full, crescent-shaped insteps and neat, rounded toenails that were white with a hint of pink.

"I can do it myself, don't touch me!" Qi He hastily tore off a handkerchief to wipe the blood clean, squeezed out some ointment and applied it evenly to the back of her foot. "Hiss—"

very painful.

Shang Jue released his hand, and a smooth, slippery sensation remained in his palm, as if he had touched a piece of fine ice silk.

The instep of her foot, coated with medicine, glistened damply. Qi He crossed her legs, with the medicated foot protruding into the air.

Shang Jue looked away.

Qi He dawdled over applying the ointment for a long time, only to find that Shang Jue was still not gone.

Was he doing it on purpose?

The embarrassing scene from just now resurfaced in my mind, and even the air felt suffocating.

Okay, you're not going to say anything, huh?

Anyway, she won't say anything, and as long as she doesn't say anything, she won't be the one who's embarrassed.

But after a short while, she couldn't hold it in any longer.

That bastard is incredibly patient; is he perhaps a reincarnated tortoise?

"What are you standing there for? Stay here and massage my legs?" Qi He snapped, annoyed. "Get out!"

To everyone's surprise, Shang Jue's gaze did indeed linger on her calf for a moment.

Qi He was startled by this.

The next second, he took the ointment, turned around, and left.

About seven or eight days later, Qi He was constantly looking for excuses to avoid Shang Jue.

She reread the original story and realized that she had been too complacent lately because of her lavish lifestyle.

Just because the male lead is currently focused on the business of the shop and doesn't have time to settle accounts with her doesn't mean she can let her guard down.

It should be noted that business acumen is best known for its ability to conceal one's abilities and bide one's time, and to play dumb to outmaneuver others.

There's only a little over a year left before the male protagonist pushes her into the snake pit, and she hasn't even learned how to do high diving yet!

Qi He, oh Qi He, you can't go any further down this path.

So once the injury on the back of her foot healed, she went back to the martial arts school.

I saw Shang Jue again half a month later.

When she returned home, she found a plate of sweet and sour fish fillets on the table in the living room, emitting a sweet aroma.

Qi He still harbored resentment about what happened that day. For the past two weeks, in order to demonstrate her unyielding integrity, she hadn't even touched a single dish of food prepared by Shang Jue.

He exudes an arrogant and domineering aura from head to toe, as if to say, "I'm so angry, I can't be appeased at all."

Wow, it smells so good!

"Qi He." Shang Jue suddenly called out to her.

Qi He turned around with an air of nobility and aloofness, glancing down at him condescendingly.

"A new chef has arrived at Qingfeng Restaurant, shall we go?"

"I'm not going!"

Haha, is this how you treat someone to a meal?

Did you think you could get rid of her with just one meal?

She's not that easy to talk to!

Shang Jue looked at her calmly, without saying a word.

Qi He snorted coldly and turned to walk upstairs.

The boy's cold, deep voice came from behind again: "Then, may I, with gratitude, invite you to come?"