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

Qi He recovered from her cold the next day.

She was afraid that if Qi Zheng found out, he would make a big fuss and rush back to fuss over her, so she stayed in the house quietly all day without telling anyone, until she felt completely relaxed.

Although she was wealthy and had many mattresses on her bed, lying on that wooden bed all day was still quite tiring.

The next morning, Qi He got up very early, stretched, and felt refreshed.

On the table were white porridge and soy milk prepared by Shang Jue, as well as two golden-brown fried eggs.

Qi He picked out the one that looked the best and ate it slowly. Then she heard Shang Jue sitting opposite her say, "I'm going to the outskirts of the city today."

Outside the city?

Qi He swallowed the porridge in her mouth, thinking that what was bound to happen had finally happened.

One of the things the male protagonist absolutely cannot touch is his legendary, sickly younger sister.

"Going to see your sister?" Qi He asked.

Shang Jue lowered his eyelashes and reminded her, "That's what you promised. I can visit her once every six months."

Oh, I think so.

Anyway, it wasn't her who agreed; it was the original Qi He who said it.

She couldn't care how many times Shang Jue visited his sister each year; even if he lived outside the city and never came back, it was none of her business.

Shang Jue asked casually, "Are you free today?"

Qi He glanced at him, wondering if he wanted her to come along.

Her first thought was to refuse.

She wanted to go to the martial arts school to practice today; besides, she hadn't mastered high diving yet.

But she was still holding the porridge that Shang Jue had cooked in her hands. She felt obligated to accept his kindness, and the words of refusal lingered on her tongue before she swallowed them back.

Then she remembered that Shang Jue had taken care of her all day yesterday, so it was only right that she accompany him to see his sister... right?

After agreeing to go with her, Qi He felt inexplicably nervous.

She and Shang Jue were husband and wife in name only; this was the first time she had met his family.

In short, you shouldn't dress too casually.

Qi He spent half a day choosing clothes in front of her dressing table. She felt that the gold hairpin was too flashy, and that the crimson shawl was not dignified enough.

After much deliberation, she changed into a plain white cotton-padded jacket and skirt, with only a light purple sash tied around her waist and a plain silver bracelet on her wrist.

She looked less radiant and flamboyant than usual, and more gentle and domestic.

Now there's nothing to criticize, right?

Qi He turned around in front of the bronze mirror. Hmm, composed yet gentle, dignified yet graceful. This look deserves a perfect score of 100.

After she finished tidying up, she ignored the slight flicker in Shang Jue's eyes when he saw her come out.

Once on the carriage, he suddenly realized that Shang Yue's eyes had long since gone blind.

So why did she spend most of the day carefully decorating herself at home?

"Am I an idiot???"

Qi He was depressed all the way home because her efforts had been in vain.

Only after the carriage came to a stop in front of a secluded courtyard on the outskirts of the city did she alight and suddenly speak, "Is it really appropriate for me to visit your sister empty-handed?"

Shang Jue closed the car door, glanced at her, and gave her a questioning look.

Qi He muttered to herself, "How about I buy some snacks and fruit?"

There's not much milk or eight-treasure porridge for sale here, and the original owner had no experience in these areas.

But she always felt that going empty-handed might not be appropriate, while giving jewelry seemed too frivolous.

Just then, the carriage passed by a pastry shop, and Qi He got off without saying a word and bought two boxes of shortbread and some candied fruit.

It was strangely heavy to carry, so she silently stopped and refused to move.

Shang Jue noticed the resentful look in Miss Qi's eyes, and for some reason, he sighed inwardly and, as if struck by a sudden inspiration, took the box of pastries from her hand.

Ha, you bastard, you're smart to know your place.

Qi He rubbed her wrist, muttering curses under her breath.

Shang Jue discovered that Qi He seemed like a completely different person in the past six months.

Compared to her former foolish and vicious appearance, she now wears her heart on her sleeve, and the vibrant beauty in her eyes is impossible to ignore.

The courtyard in the suburbs is small, with several gardenias planted in the corner, blooming beautifully.

Every day, a doctor would come to examine Shang Yue's pulse at set times, and the courtyard was always filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

At the entrance of the courtyard, Qi He couldn't help but straighten her hair and clothes again, a gesture she had repeated at least three times since getting out of the car.

"It's already very beautiful." Shang Jue's voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Qi He paused in her tidying of her hair. Shang Jue, carrying the pastry box, said calmly, "It looks very nice; there's no need to fix it anymore."

Anyway, Shang Yue can't see it anymore.

Qi He: "..."

I thought that bastard hadn't noticed she changed her clothes today, but it turns out he did.

She thought Shang Jue had gone blind too.

"Really?" she asked, still somewhat doubtful.

"Hmm." Shang Jue didn't look at her, but stared straight ahead, speaking expressionlessly, "Is such beauty even possible in this world? Could she be a fairy from the moon palace descended to earth?"

Qi He: "..."

You bastard, I know you're quick to learn, but you don't have to keep that cold face and spout these sarcastic remarks.

It sounds terrifying.

Shang Yue's bedroom was in the east room of the main house.

As soon as the door opened, a young maidservant, who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, saw that it was Shang Jue and quickly bowed, blushing, saying, "Young Master has arrived."

Then he noticed Qi He behind Shang Jue and was momentarily stunned.

Qi He had never visited Shang Yue before, and the little maid didn't recognize her, but that didn't stop her from being dazzled by Qi He's beautiful face.

This was the first time she had ever felt that if someone was too good-looking, it could really make anyone who saw them dizzy.

She stood there stunned for several moments until Shang Jue pushed the door open and went in. Only then did she come to her senses, blushing and bowing her head as she retreated.

Qi He was already used to this situation.

In her past life, whether she was in school or at work, she was often stared at.

Back then, her parents were very strict, and early romance was not allowed. Her father watched her dating like she was a thief, and in the end, she never even held a man's hand before she was transported into this book and became someone else's... wife.

I wonder how the old couple is doing...

Qi He took a deep breath and followed Shang Jue into the house.

Although she knew Shang Yue couldn't see, she still moved closer to Shang Jue's side, creating the impression that "yes, I'm very close to your brother."

Hearing the noise, Shang Yue sat on the couch and turned her head to the side: "Brother is here?"

Her features were somewhat similar to Shang Jue's, but her temperament was completely different; she was gentle and quiet, like a still pond.

Although she had been ill for more than half a year and her complexion was somewhat pale, her delicate features were still undeniable.

Shang Jue responded.

Shang Yue paused, then asked, "Did you bring people with you today, brother?"

"Hello," Qi He said quickly, in an extremely gentle and polite tone, "I am Qi He."

Shang Yue's expression immediately brightened; her dull eyes curved into two crescent moons, and a shy joy appeared on her face: "Hello, sister-in-law."

Row.

Sister-in-law is sister-in-law.

Endure it!

Qi He forced a flawless smile and asked softly with concern, "Are you feeling any better?"

Shang Yue seemed to like her very much, and turned her face toward the voice: "I'm much better, sister-in-law, don't worry. I haven't had a chance to thank you in person yet. If you hadn't promised to pay for my medicine, I'm afraid I would be gone by now. My brother said you were busy and didn't have time to come see me. Will coming today interfere with your business?"

Qi He was taken aback and looked at Shang Jue.

Shang Jue's expression was indifferent as he looked down at the medical records left by the doctor.

The male protagonist didn't tell his sister about the grievances he suffered in the Qi family.

Yes, when you're out and about, you only report good news and not bad.

Even now, Shang Yue probably still considers the Qi family to be her and her brother's benefactors.

A sense of guilt and remorse welled up in Qi He's heart.

"No, I won't." She sat on the edge of the tatami mat, trying her best to agree. "How could you possibly neglect important matters?"

She has no real job; she's just an ordinary, rich, and idle bum.

At most, they just have too much money.

She gave the siblings time to talk, and the considerate sister-in-law casually responded with a few words before slipping away to sit at the table.

She glanced at the box of pastries she had brought back, then volunteered to find a knife in the drawer, washed a pear, and planned to show her virtue by peeling a pear for Shang Yue.

She struggled with the knife for a long time, finally managing to cut a fist-sized pear into an egg-sized one.

Looking at the finished product in her hand, Qi He fell silent.

Why is the skin of this pear so thick?

Why is this knife so dull?

It's definitely not because she's clumsy!

She didn't even cut her own hand.

As Shang Jue was asking Shang Yue about her recent diet and daily life, someone suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

He turned his head and saw Qi He handing him a... pear core.

Business Strategies: "..."

"Just throw the pear core outside after you've finished eating it."

I am really not your servant...

Qi He frowned and said unhappily, "These are the pears I peeled."

Business Strategies: "..."

"This is... a pear?"

Qi He retorted, "It's because the pear's skin is too thick!"

As she spoke, her face flushed red, and she became furious with embarrassment, "Eat it or don't, it's not like it's for you!"

Shang Jue sighed softly, placed the pear core on the plate, and then took another fresh pear, peeling it in no time.

The fruit peel landed neatly in thin circles on the edge of the plate.

He then cut the pear flesh into small pieces, arranged them on a plate, stuck them with bamboo skewers, and handed them to Qi He.

Qi He: "..."

Shang Jue's voice was icy: "Just say so next time if you want to eat something; there's no need to waste food."

Who ruined the stuff?

She worked very hard at peeling it!

You bastard!

Ungrateful!

Very well, you've successfully annoyed me!

Qi He was furious and stubbornly refused to eat the pear he had peeled: "I won't eat it!"