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

Business Strategist began to examine himself.

In the past, when he was dealing with Qi He, he did indeed put on an act in order to conceal his true strength and build up his power. However, the surge of emotions he felt just now had far exceeded his expectations.

He could hardly remember what the second young lady of the Qi family looked like when they first met; all that remained was the later Qi He, who was cunning, concerned with her image, and spoiled.

Was he always like this?

"Shang Jue!" Qi He chased after him downstairs, slightly out of breath.

At this point, she regretted why she had worn those two thick layers of soles; running on them felt like walking on stilts.

She sincerely admired those model men in her past life who could walk on stilts all day long. Who came up with such a torturous thing?

Shang Jue turned around and saw that Qi He was still carrying a food box.

"Did you buy cakes?"

"I bought you birthday cakes," Qi He chuckled. "I also bought you a funeral shroud. No need to thank me."

Shang Jue's gaze fell on the food box, and for some reason, the bitterness in his heart suddenly dissipated.

Qi He stood still, only lifting the food box and shaking it.

Aren't you going to come and carry this for me?

"I'm tired from walking, I need to rest." Qi He bent over and rubbed her legs, giving Shang Jue a haughty look, clearly blaming him for walking too fast.

After an incense stick had burned, she sat on a stone bench in the garden by the street, comfortably propping her feet up on Shang Jue's knees, waiting for the scoundrel to massage her legs.

Sigh, days like these, when she can still command Shang Jue, are numbered; she must cherish them.

Qi He glanced at the water clock; it was already 7:45 PM.

She quickly opened the food box, and the aroma of cakes and pastries wafted out.

"It's too late, I have to make a wish quickly!" Qi He put her legs down, placed the custom-made pastries on her lap, and solemnly inserted two red candles with the number "eighteen" written on them.

"You have to make a wish on... a pastry?" Shang Jue asked, puzzled.

"Oh dear, we don't have any flint!" Qi He was too lazy to explain and hurriedly started setting things up. "I'll go borrow one."

She was about to get up when Shang Jue pulled her back: "Where are we going to borrow it?"

"In the garden?" Qi He asked in confusion. "When I came here earlier, I saw a lot of people standing over there in the woods."

Shang Jue looked at Qi He's blank expression and paused for a moment: "Do you know anything about the garden's history?"

"What's its origin?" Shang Jue said calmly, "It's a place where lovers meet."

Qi He was taken aback: "Lover?"

Shang Jue glanced at her: "Those people standing by the woods are waiting for someone. If someone takes a liking to her or him, they'll go up and ask for a light, which is tantamount to inviting him to spend the night with them. Are you sure you still want to ask?"

Qi He obediently sat down and shook her head like a rattle-drum: "I won't lend it."

That's scary...

"What should we do? How can we light a candle without fire?" Qi He looked at him silently. "Do you know how to start a fire by rubbing sticks together?"

Shang Jue seemed speechless at her wildly imaginative idea, and gave a slight twitch of his lips: "No, but I can use money."

A moment later, Shang Jue went to the corner shop and bought a flint and steel, and successfully lit the two red candles.

As the candlelight flickered, he suddenly felt a little dazed. Since he and his sister had fled to Jinling, no one had celebrated his birthday for two years.

Qi He's voice urged in my ear: "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and make a wish."

"I have no wish," Shang Jue said calmly.

How could there not be?

Qi He thought to herself, shouldn't it be something like "I want to build my own business", "I want to control all the business in Jinling", "I will fight my way back to the merchants and the Dragon King will return"?

Seeing that Shang Jue wouldn't make a wish, she spoke up before he could, "Then I'll make two wishes for you!"

As he spoke, he pushed aside Shang Jue, put his hands together, and said devoutly, "My first wish is that Qi He will become very wealthy, and my second wish is that Qi He will always be a beautiful woman."

Shang Jue added coolly, "Wasn't this a promise on my behalf?"

Qi He's ears burned, and she turned her face away, ignoring his words, urging, "Hurry up and blow out the candles!"

In the moment he lowered his head, Shang Jue made a wish in his heart.

Although he has never believed in these things.

"I only wish that my birthday next year will be the same as this year's."

The moment the candle went out, Qi He's almond-shaped eyes, reflecting the candlelight, unexpectedly looked into Shang Jue's eyes.

His heart skipped a beat, like the flickering candlelight.

After blowing out the candles, Miss Qi Er started making a fuss about leaving.

There were too many mosquitoes in the garden, and she felt like she had become a human blood bag, so she kept urging Shang Jue to go back quickly.

As soon as Shang Jue got up with the food box, Qi He remembered the distance from the garden to the carriage, so she sat firmly on the stone bench and refused to move.

Shang Jue looked at her calmly, while Qi He reservedly indicated that she would be unable to walk for the time being.

Unfortunately, her hints had no effect whatsoever; Shang Jue walked away without even glancing at her.

Qi He was abandoned on a stone bench in the garden!

You bastard, didn't she run that far just now to chase after him?

Otherwise, why would you bother feeding mosquitoes here?

Qi He was furious. She chased after him for a few steps and suddenly grabbed Shang Jue's belt, pulling him around.

Just then, the sound of a mother and daughter talking came from the roadside.

The mother, holding a white dog, said to her daughter, "My dear, when you take the dog out for a walk in the future, you must keep it on a leash, otherwise it will bite."

The little girl nodded vigorously, then noticed Qi He, who was tugging at Shang Jue's clothes, looking exactly like herself holding a dog leash. Innocently, she asked, "Is that older sister walking her dog too?"

Business Strategies: "..."

"Hahaha, yes, yes!"

......

Qi He returned to Qianjin Tower, took out the dark blue velvet box from the bedroom, and casually tossed it down the stone steps.

Shang Jue happened to be walking by and caught it right in the act.

"This is a birthday gift for you," Qi He said, her voice carrying a hint of feigned indifference.

Inside the box was a sapphire jade pendant. Shang Jue lowered his eyelashes and looked at it for a while, recalling the words he had heard at Qingweizhai today.

Before Lu Jingxing returned to China, Qi He seemed to have specially chosen a homecoming gift for him.

"Is this just for me?" he asked.

Qi He's heart skipped a beat at the question, and she rolled her eyes.

nonsense!

It cost me over two thousand taels of silver.

The thought of that sum of money stung her, but she glared at him warily, saying, "You're not unhappy about it, are you?"

They had a domineering attitude that said, "Try saying you don't like it."

Shang Jue looked at her without saying anything.

Qi He suddenly rushed down the stone steps, making a move to snatch the box back from his hands: "Give it back to me if you're not happy with it!"

She tiptoed to grab it, almost hanging on Shang Jue.

As soon as Shang Jue raised his hand, she missed and lost her balance, falling forward.

Shang Jue took half a step back and wrapped his right arm around her waist.

"Qi He, I need to remind you that today is my eighteenth birthday."

Shang Jue restrained her with one hand, but Qi He was still struggling against him, making his brow twitch.

Qi He completely missed the point of his words and glared at him, "What's wrong with my eighteenth birthday? I'm three years older than you. Don't you know what it means to respect elders and care for the young?"

Shang Jue raised an eyebrow: "Are you older?"

Qi He retorted confidently, "I'm telling you to love the young!"

Shang Jue tightened his grip slightly, causing Qi He to stumble forward and bump into his chest. She heard him add coolly, "Today I turn eighteen. In ordinary families, people this age would already have children."

Qi He was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was talking about, and her ears burned.

She never imagined that she would one day be teased by that wooden-faced Shang Jue!

Shang Jue's words buzzed in her ears like a bee, leaving her completely stunned.

Watching Qi He flee back to her bedroom as if struck by lightning, Shang Jue returned to his room, took out a letter and was about to write something when he suddenly remembered what he had heard at Qingweizhai earlier that day.

He put down his pen, lowered his eyes, and remained silent for a moment.

Qi He has been avoiding him ever since her birthday night.

He thought she was just throwing a tantrum, but today he learned that she was hiding a Lu Jingxing.

Childhood sweethearts, youthful affection, choosing a homecoming gift...

Each and every one of these things, falling into his ears, was like tiny thorns piercing his flesh, causing him great annoyance.

Shang Jue looked at the note he had just drafted, which read, "Will you still go to Qingweizhai the day after tomorrow?" After thinking for a moment, he crumpled it up and threw it away.

He spread out a new sheet of paper and wrote four words: "Are you free tomorrow?"

After writing it, I felt it wasn't right, so I crumpled it up again.

After a few times, a small stack of waste paper had accumulated next to the desk.

He simply put down his pen and stopped writing.

Anyway, that exquisite vase was still angry, so whatever he wrote was wrong.