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

After Qi He finished getting angry and scolding Shang Jue, she quickly became immune to the topic of having children.

Even if I could have a baby, I wouldn't let this bastard have one.

Shen Qianqian glanced at Qi He, then at Shang Jue. Her clever little mind immediately made a judgment, and she decisively sided with the prettier Qi He. Hugging her leg, she said to Shang Jue in a childish voice, "Brother, if you talk like that, you won't be able to find a wife in the future."

Shang Jue looked down at her.

Shen Qianqian blinked her round eyes, looking utterly innocent, like a tiny little bundle.

But that's all on the outside; inside, she's just a little drama queen.

Just like that other great writer.

Qi He felt extremely relieved; this little girl was quite good at talking.

Very good, from today onwards everything you have is under my protection!

"Did you hear that?" She looked at Shang Jue triumphantly.

"I heard it," Shang Jue answered smoothly. "It doesn't matter that I heard it, what matters is that my wife heard it."

Qi He would usually call him "husband" or "wife" in private when they were joking around, but this was the first time she had done so in front of so many people.

Her ears turned slightly red, and she glared at him.

Shen Qianqian was too young to understand, but Shen Yu understood.

His expression as he looked at Shang Jue was immediately filled with admiration.

Brother-in-law, you're a living god!

Is there really anyone in the world who can put up with Qi He's personality?

Not only can they endure it, but they also find it enjoyable?

What else could this be but the reincarnation of a living bodhisattva?

Shen Yu bowed deeply to Shang Jue in his heart.

No wonder he's the one who made Mingheng's business a hundredfold; his demeanor is beyond the reach of ordinary people!

Upon seeing Qi He, Shen Qianqian completely forgot about Shen Yu.

Qi He had never played with such a tiny child before, but strangely enough, there was no distance between them at all.

While they were talking, Shang Jue stayed by their side, occasionally taking snacks from the table and handing them to Qi He.

Shen Qianqian was speaking animatedly when she glanced at Mo Jin, who was holding her mother's hand in the crowd, and her face immediately fell.

Qi He followed her gaze and saw a little girl of similar age, wearing a plain white jacket, who was pretty and delicate.

She recalled Shen Qianqian's words and couldn't suppress her gossipy nature.

Even children's gossip is still gossip.

Is there any rule in the world that forbids her from asking about children's affairs?

"Who is that, your rival?" Qi He asked in a low voice.

Shen Qianqian gritted her teeth: "She's the despicable woman who stole my fiancé!"

Qi He gasped, "How old are you? You already have a fiancé?"

Shen Qianqian nodded vigorously: "Yes! We're very close! We even tied the knot at the academy! Every day when I go to school, Meng Qian secretly brings me a piece of osmanthus cake!"

Qi He thought to herself, "Wow, a love story from kindergarten is this touching?"

"Ever since Mo Jin arrived, Meng Qian only plays with her and not me anymore! He even gave Mo Jin silk flowers! Waaah, Mo Jin is just my cook's daughter, what's so great about her that Meng Qian likes her so much!"

Qi He clicked her tongue in admiration. Just judging from the name alone, Shen Qianqian had already lost by three points.

The name Mo Jin sounds like the kind of heroine from a storybook.

"I'm going to make Mo Jin pay!" Shen Qianqian said angrily.

Qi He became interested: "How about we secretly call Mo Jin over and make her copy the Three Character Classic a hundred times as punishment?"

Shen Qianqian wasn't interested in this; she often copied the "Three Character Classic" and was already immune to such things.

With teary eyes, she looked at her and said, "Sister, help me! I want to become more beautiful and make Meng Qian regret not choosing me!"

Qi He enthusiastically accepted the script for the villainous supporting role, patting his chest and declaring, "Leave it to me."

Shang Jue glanced at her with a hint of helplessness.

Qi He immediately applied a dot of rouge to Shen Jiajia's forehead, removed her double buns and replaced them with a single braid, and then gathered her bangs up, making her look several years older.

Not bad!

This scene, witnessed by Shang Jue, inexplicably warmed his heart.

I always feel that life is peaceful and serene, and I really enjoy it.

Qi He was in high spirits and led Shen Qianqian to find the male protagonist in this love triangle—Meng Qian.

The little boy was wearing a brand-new brocade robe with a bright red auspicious knot around his neck, and he was staring at Shen Qianqian with a serious expression.

When the two met, they were extremely hostile towards each other.

Meng Qian said in a childish voice, but with a stern face, "Shen Qianqian, stop bothering me! I'm not playing with you anymore!"

What a heartless man.

Qi He squatted down to look him in the eye and said seriously, "Young Master Meng Qian, have you and Qianqian already bowed to heaven and earth?"

Shen Qianqian then noticed Qi He, staring at her blankly for a while: "Who are you?"

"I am Qianqian's older sister," Qi He said solemnly. "Now that you have married her, you cannot like other young women. That is against the rules."

Why?

"There's no reason why. A person can only marry one person in their lifetime." Meng Qian stared blankly at Qi He, then suddenly shouted, "Then I want a divorce from Shen Qianqian!"

Shen Qianqian almost burst into tears when she heard this.

Qi He added unhurriedly, "Even if you divorce Shen Qianqian, you can't be with Mo Jin for the next few years."

Shen Qianqian retorted, her neck stiff with determination: "I know! I've made up my mind, I'm going to marry you!"

Qi He almost couldn't hold back: "Who are you going to marry?"

Xiao Mengqian was completely captivated by Qi He's face. He clenched his little fists, his resolve hardening: "I want to marry you!"

"No way." Qi He suppressed a laugh.

"Why?" Tang Qize tilted his head.

"I'm already married. I'm a very loyal person; I only marry one person," Qi He said innocently.

"Then why don't you get a divorce too?"

"No way." This time it was Shang Jue who spoke.

He was already standing behind Qi He without anyone noticing.

Meng Qian was speechless. He looked up and sized Shang Jue up from head to toe—taller, more handsome, and seemingly richer than him.

What a powerful man, what a formidable opponent!

Was his budding love at first sight doomed to die before it even began?

No, he refuses to admit defeat!

Meng Qian retorted, unconvinced, "Sister, what's so great about him? He's so old, and old men age quickly! I'm younger than him, and I'll definitely grow taller than him in the future!"

Qi He was overjoyed. An old man?

Hahahaha—

That bastard Shang Jue has finally met his end?

She laughed so hard she almost rolled on the floor, despite Shang Jue's condemning gaze.

On the other side, Xiao Mengqian also looked at Qi He with expectant eyes.

The next moment, Qi He shook her head: "It still won't work."

Xiao Mengqian's eyes reddened. Was it because I wasn't rich enough?

He took out a small purse and stuffed it into Qi He's hand like a domineering CEO.

"I'll give you all my New Year's money!" Then, looking at Shang Jue arrogantly, she said seriously, "Tell me, how much money do you want before you divorce my sister?"

Shang Jue squatted down and gently pushed the purse back into Xiao Mengqian's hand. Under the boy's puzzled gaze, he said, "I will take care of my wife myself. You don't need to spend any money on her. Besides, I will not divorce her."

Shang Jue's tone became more serious.

Qi He was inexplicably moved, but then she thought about it and realized that he was saying such nice things, but he was still flirting with Qi Lanlan outside and would eventually take her life.

Just take what men say with a grain of salt.

Xiao Mengqian couldn't accept this fact and burst into tears.

Shen Qianqian, who was standing to the side, finally saw through the true nature of this scumbag who fell in love with every woman he met, and at this moment she was in cahoots with Qi He.

You think you're worthy of marrying Sister Qi He?

Qi He felt a little guilty for making the child cry. Since she didn't have anything to comfort the child, she grabbed an orange from the table, peeled it, and handed a segment to Xiao Mengqian.

Kids are so easy to please. Although it's a pity he didn't marry Qi He, he's still young and there will always be opportunities in the future.

Before Qi He and Shang Jue went upstairs, they could still hear Xiao Mengqian shouting confidently, "Sister, I will definitely come and marry you when I grow up! You wait for me!"

Shang Jue suddenly replied, "You can grow up faster, so you can make it to her wedding in six months. By the way, I'll be the groom."

Xiao Mengqian's tears, which she had just stopped, welled up again.

After returning Shen Qianqian to Shen Yu, the birthday banquet was almost over.

Qi He and Shang Jue bid farewell to the old lady and set off back to Qianjin Tower.

Inside the carriage, Qi He suddenly spoke up: "Shang Jue, you were really childish just now."

Arguing with a child is incredibly childish.

Shang Jue didn't deny it: "Yes."

Qi He was in a good mood: "Besides, I didn't say I wanted to have a wedding ceremony with you in six months."

Shang Jue went along with her, saying, "Mm."

Shunde Qihe was taken aback; this was not the way that dog would act.

Sure enough, the next moment Shang Jue reverted to his original form: "I won't do it with anyone else anyway."

Qi He pouted: "It's none of your business if I want to do it with someone else."

"That's none of my business." Shang Jue's voice was cold, with a hint of feigned pitifulness. "So I went to tell my grandmother that you were toying with my feelings."

Qi He choked on her breath. "Have you no shame? Who's making fun of whom?"

She really wanted to throw that storybook in his face.

She said irritably, "How old are you to still go and complain?"

"Because I'm naive."

Very well, the topic has been brought back to this by that bastard.

Qi He turned her face away expressionlessly, not wanting to pay him any attention.

Outside the carriage window, the light snow at midday had turned into a heavy, swirling snowfall.

Qi He breathed on the window, and the mist fogged up the glass windowpane.

In retaliation, she drew a stick figure with a stern face on the fog and added several bumps to his head to show that he had just been severely beaten.

Shang Jue turned to watch her paint, and just as she put down her brush, he suddenly leaned closer.

Qi He felt a warm sensation on her back; Shang Jue's aura, carrying a cool pine scent, instantly enveloped her.

too close.

Her heart suddenly started beating erratically.

The way Shang Jue leaned in was so close that he practically pulled her into his arms.

He reached out and added a small stick figure to the layer of white mist that was about to dissipate.

To highlight Qi He's beauty, he even drew a few shimmering lights on the stick figure's head, making it an exceptionally handsome stick figure.

Qi He was disturbed by the scorching atmosphere.

She would never admit it was because of Shang Jue; it must have been because the car was too stuffy and the weather was too cold that her heart was racing!

She calmed herself down for a moment, then casually raised her head and stared at the two stick figures on the car window, her expression freezing.

That shameless Shang Jue actually drew two stick figures kissing!

Qi He was so shocked that she couldn't come to her senses for a long time.

She couldn't believe that Shang Jue, who usually had a cold and aloof demeanor, harbored such wild thoughts.

That's so childish! Not only childish, but also incredibly lewd!

"What's wrong with you!" Qi He's heart, which had just calmed down, started racing again.

Shang Jue's expression remained unchanged: "Didn't you draw mine first?"

"Who drew you? Stop being so presumptuous!" Qi He denied it outright.

"Oh, then I didn't draw you either, why are you in such a hurry?" Shang Jue suddenly looked at her meaningfully, "Or do you think I drew both of us?"

Qi He instantly fell silent, like a quail whose neck had been choked.

You bastard, you're a repressed pervert, and you're shameless!

"If you continue to bully me like this, you'll soon lose me." Qi He couldn't think of any other way to defend herself, so she could only manage to utter this sentence.

As Shang Jue gazed at her vivid eyes and brows, that itch in his heart resurfaced.

"Qi He." He felt a bit stuffy in the car, and a sudden surge of irritation arose. "Think before you speak."

Qi He gave him a weak, pitiful, but still capable look.

"The premise of losing you is that I once had you." Shang Jue let out a soft breath. "The way you say it makes me feel like you're giving me some kind of hope."

The air inside the carriage was so thick it was almost suffocating. Qi He's ears were ringing, and the burning sensation made it almost impossible for her to hear anything outside.

In the confined space, it would be quite natural for something to happen between two adults who are engaged.

Qi He's heart pounded with alarm bells, and she quickly lifted the car curtain: "Stop the car!"

The carriage came to an abrupt stop. She flung open the door, and the wind and snow, carrying a chill, rushed in, dispelling the ambiguous atmosphere that filled the carriage.

Qi He's face cooled down a bit, and as she breathed in the crisp winter night air, her mind finally came back to normal.

She knew it! It must have been because the car was too stuffy that her heart was racing and her face was flushed.

Just get off the bus.

The sound of the carriage curtain being lifted came from behind again.

Qi He turned around, and Shang Jue had already followed her down from the carriage. The snow in the twelfth lunar month was heavy. He was wearing a black cloak, tall and slender, with a cool and aloof face, and walked towards her unhurriedly.

With each step he took closer, Qi He felt her heart beat faster.

She looked away and gazed up at the gloomy night sky.

It seems it's not entirely because the car was too stuffy...

She clenched her sleeves, and snowflakes landed on her eyelashes, turning into tiny water droplets.

Shang Jue stopped in front of her, said nothing, and simply raised his hand to brush away the thin layer of snow that had fallen on the top of her hair.

Qi He kept her head down, staring at the snowflakes clinging to the toes of his boots, without looking away.

On this snowy night, the thoughts in my mind about my impending death and my escape suddenly became blurry and distant.

She could hear her own heartbeat, one beat after another, clearly and distinctly.

Qi He cursed herself in her heart for being so useless, but in the end she did not back down.

The wind and snow fell softly, enveloping the two people in a silent white blanket, and neither of them spoke again.