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

Qi He doesn't remember when she fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already bright outside the window.

After that fight, she was exhausted from crying, her eyes were swollen and painful, and her head felt heavy in waves.

My whole body felt weak and limp; I didn't even have the strength to lift my hand.

The room was empty and so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

She was only lucid for a moment before her eyes closed heavily again.

She couldn't tell whether she had fallen asleep or fainted.

When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in the backyard of the clinic.

A number of people gathered around the couch, including Qi Zheng, the old lady, and the second uncle.

The moment she opened her eyes, the old lady's eyes welled up with tears: "Xiao He, are you still feeling unwell?"

Qi He mumbled sleepily, "Grandmother, how did I get here?"

"You have a high fever, a really high fever." The old lady stroked her face affectionately. "It scared your grandmother to death."

Even the old lady came to the clinic, and only then did Qi He begin to wonder just how high her fever really was.

Qi Zheng sat down beside her, his voice heavy: "You've been unconscious for two days."

After hearing this, Qi He couldn't help but admire himself for not having been burned to death.

"The doctor said that you fainted because of your emotional fluctuations and the stress you experienced."

Qi He nodded silently, but her eyes involuntarily swept around.

I did not see the business formula.

What was he doing at that moment?

Two days have passed, has the divorce papers been drafted yet?

A flood of thoughts rushed to her mind, weighing heavily on her heart.

Qi Zheng's gaze darkened as he saw her looking around.

Shang Jue was temporarily kept at the old house; rather than being kept there, it was more like being kept under surveillance.

Before Qi Zheng could investigate the "blood sample matching" matter mentioned by Qi He, Shang Jue had already been relieved of all his duties at Juxian, and other people were temporarily taking over the management.

Suddenly someone strode in and whispered a few words in Qi Zheng's ear.

Qi Zheng's expression changed slightly, and he stood up, saying, "I'll be right back."

He rarely showed such a discomposure in front of Qi He.

A sense of unease rose in Qi He's heart.

This unease came true three days later.

Qi He had just left the clinic when she received a letter from Hu Ying delivered in a great hurry: "What's going on between you and Shang Jue? There are rumors outside that you're getting a divorce? You didn't even tell me about something this big! Do you know how heartbroken I am!"

Qi He didn't know how to talk to her, so she just gave a perfunctory reply.

Hu Ying immediately replied with a message: "What happened? Why do you want a divorce all of a sudden? Did your partner upset you?"

Qi He looked listless and uninterested.

This happened a little later than expected.

Her outburst at the New Year's banquet should have been the talk of the town throughout Nanjing that very night.

The news only came out today, most likely because Qi Zheng suppressed the information.

After all, Shang Jue married her for her blood, and if this shameful thing got out, it would be bad for the Qi family's reputation.

"It's just like what's being said outside." As Qi He replied, she casually set aside the several invitations that had been delivered to the clinic.

She ignored all those insincere greetings; their concern was fake, their real intention was to see her make a fool of herself.

She also didn't want to see any more words or phrases related to business strategies.

Hu Ying's reply was even more urgent than before: "He's actually willing to divorce you? No way! If even he divorces you, I'll never believe in any perfect couple again!"

Qi He was speechless for a long time after hearing her words.

"What does this have to do with believing in divine couples? Or are you just a soft-hearted person who believes in just anyone?"

Who in this world would believe in a marriage that's thinner than paper?

After reading the reply, Hu Ying couldn't help but wonder: "But from what I see, Shang Jue clearly cares about you a lot."

Qi He's pen stopped.

The words I had just thought of in my mind suddenly became impossible to write down.

She picked up her pen, wrote a few words, then crossed them out, over and over again, until only a stain of ink remained on the letter.

In the end, she couldn't find a single point to refute this statement.

Fortunately, Hu Ying didn't notice her momentary hesitation and quickly sent another note: "Don't be upset. Where are you? I'll come see you. There's no trouble that a newly tailored dress can't solve. If there is, I'll tailor ten!"

At the end of the letter, a small figure holding a flower branch was also drawn.

"Then come on over, I'll have someone pick you up."

......

Hu Ying dressed more simply than usual, but when she entered the clinic, the sheen of her fine silk still shone through, attracting the frequent glances of the maids in the corridor.

She pushed open the door and came in, seeing Qi He leaning against the couch. She casually took off her veil, put down the brocade box in her hand, sat down next to the couch, and examined her for a moment before she couldn't help but say, "Xiao He, did you put something on your face? How come you have such a good complexion even when you're sick?"

Qi He slapped her hand away impatiently.

Hu Ying took an orange from the brocade box and slowly peeled it, her mouth still busy: "What exactly happened between you and Shang Jue? Did you bring up the divorce, or did he?"

"It was I who suggested it."

"Why would you want a divorce when everything is going well?" She broke off a segment of orange and held it to Qi He's lips.

Qi He couldn't come up with a plausible excuse for a moment.

She couldn't very well say that the world was just a novel, that Shang Jue was the protagonist in the story, and that she was an unlucky girl destined to be thrown into a snake pit by him.

Hu Ying would only assume that she had lost her mind after hearing this.

She looked up and met Hu Ying's expectant eyes.

It seems I can't fool them anymore.

Qi He took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "Because he has someone else outside."

The melon that Hu Ying had just picked up rolled to the ground, and she stared with her mouth open for a long time.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly leaned closer to Qi He and whispered, "Who is it?"

Qi He was stumped by the question, and her mind raced.

She couldn't very well say it was Qi Lanlan, who was his nominal sister; saying it would only make things seem more absurd.

She made up a random answer: "I don't know, it's just like that."

Hu Ying gasped, her shock slowly turning into righteous indignation.

She slammed her hand on the edge of the bed: "I knew his cold, aloof demeanor was unreliable! Just you wait, I'll go find out which family he's from! This heartless man deserves to be utterly ruined!"

Looking at her aggressive demeanor, Qi He hesitated for a moment before swallowing back the words, "Actually, I was just talking nonsense."

"Xiao He, wait here, I'll go and have someone investigate right away!"

Seeing that Hu Ying was about to rush out, Qi He quickly grabbed her, "Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

Hu Ying's face flushed with anger. "Xiao He, don't be afraid, I will definitely find that person for you!"