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

Qi He was originally filled with anger, but the words "Shang Jue" completely extinguished it.

Is this how you treat me when you see me?

Is this how you want me to be?

Do you want to see me or beat me up, bro?

She cursed inwardly, but she couldn't muster the energy to continue.

She raised her hand and pushed Shang Jue: "Let go of me, you reek of alcohol, it's awful."

She swore she really only gave it a light push.

But the next second, Shang Jue seemed to lose all his strength and fell straight to the ground.

Qi He was stunned for a moment. Was he trying to scam her?

She waited for a while, but Shang Jue didn't move at all, so she had no choice but to push the door open and squat down to help him up.

When the lights in the room came on, Qi He could see that Shang Jue's face was frighteningly pale, his robes were still covered with lingering frost and snow, and his forehead was burning hot.

His eyes were tightly closed, and even when he fainted, his brows were furrowed.

Qi He couldn't just leave him in the corridor. The male lead had fallen to such a state; she couldn't bear to look at him anymore.

Where is your protagonist spirit, Shang Xiaojue? How did you end up like this just because of a divorce?

Shouldn't you be a winner in life, with a harem of three thousand beauties and confidantes all over the world?

Despite her inner grumbling, she still managed to drag and pull the person to the couch.

As he bent down, a small velvet box fell out of Shang Jue's sleeve.

Having learned from her previous experience taking care of someone, Qi He skillfully picked out fever-reducing medicine and wrung out a handkerchief.

As she returned to the couch, she accidentally kicked the velvet box. She paused in her act of carrying water, bent down to pick it up, and opened it to find two plain silver rings lying quietly inside, neither missing.

Qi He stared at the two rings for a long time, sighed with mixed feelings, and placed the box on the bedside table.

She wiped the cold sweat from Shang Jue's forehead, repeating the process several times before smoothing out his furrowed brows.

Only Shang Jue's steady breathing could be heard in the room.

Qi He sat by the couch for a while, her gaze involuntarily falling on the velvet box again.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took out the smaller ring, slowly slipping it onto her ring finger.

The size was just right, making her fingers look fair and slender.

When she came to her senses, she had already drawn a small portrait of the back of her hand and put it in her makeup box, without leaving any words behind.

The night outside the window was dark, and she pressed the painting to the bottom of the box, looking at it only by herself.

When Shang Jue woke up, Qi He was no longer there.

The only things left in the huge room were a cold cup of tea and an opened medicine packet, which proved that last night was not just a vivid dream.

Her avoidance of him made Shang Jue's heart sink completely.

But the next letter drained all his remaining strength.

Uncle Chen's urgent handwriting appeared on the paper: "Young Master, something has happened to Miss. It must be because the Qi family couldn't find you that they're taking it out on her. Young Master, please see clearly, they are not kind people at all. Miss is currently in the clinic receiving emergency treatment. Please come quickly!"

The clinic was in a mess. Shang Yue was so frightened that she fell unconscious and was taken to the emergency room.

Qi He arrived an hour earlier than Shang Jue. Just as she expected, someone was impersonating a doctor and trying to take Shang Yue away. Fortunately, the Qi family's guards discovered it in time, preventing a major disaster.

When Shang Jue arrived, Qi He was standing under the eaves.

"Where is Shang Yue?" Shang Jue stared at her, his face pale.

"In the emergency room," the person next to him quickly replied.

Shang Jue closed his eyes, and all the things about the Qi family and all the things weighing on him lately surged in his mind.

He spoke wearily, his voice cold: "Qi He, I was the one who took your blood back then, it had nothing to do with Shang Yue, so let her go."

The corridor was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Qi He was stunned: "You think I sent someone to harm your sister?"

Shang Jue did not respond; silence was his answer.

Qi He was so angry that her chest swelled up. What kind of situation was this?

You've taken my good intentions for granted; Shang Jue, you truly have no heart!

She almost lost her temper, but then she thought that in another six months she would have nothing to do with this person anymore, so whether it was a misunderstanding or not didn't matter.

Anyway, she's just cannon fodder destined to die, so saying anything is pointless.

She didn't argue anymore and just turned her face away.

The emergency room lights went out, and Shang Yue was safely transferred out.

At the same moment that Shang Yue was safe and sound, Qi Zheng appeared at the entrance of the clinic with several government officials.

Qi He's heart skipped a beat.

Qi Zheng quickly walked up to her and placed his hand on her shoulder: "Xiao He, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, and Shang Yue is fine too. Someone tried to kidnap her, but they failed."

Qi Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gaze heavily to Shang Jue.

The officer stepped forward and showed his badge: "Young Master Shang, there is a case involving accounts that concerns you. Please come with us."

Shang Jue stared intently at Qi He as if he hadn't heard the official's words.

Qi He steeled herself and looked away.

Don't blame me.

If you don't return to the capital, I won't have time to make a run for it.

Don't worry, with your destiny, this lawsuit won't hold you back at all.

The officials in Jinling have already made arrangements; you're just going through the motions.

She repeated it to herself several times, but she still couldn't suppress her guilt.

The silence in the corridor was thick and heavy.

After a long pause, Shang Jue suddenly spoke: "Qi He, have you ever liked me even a little bit?"

Qi He thought to herself that she had thought about it a little when she read novels, but back then you were just a character on paper.

I could never say those words.

She didn't respond. Shang Jue stepped forward and grabbed her arm, as if trying to grasp something.

But the next moment, Qi He shook off his hand as if she had been burned.

This action extinguished the last glimmer of light in Shang Jue's eyes.

"Really not at all...?"

Qi He turned her face away and fixed her gaze on the swaying lantern in the distance.

She didn't want it to be like this either.

But Shang Jue can only truly embark on his own path once he returns to the capital.

It's time for her, the one who's just there to step on others, to leave the stage.

She never asked for much; she just wanted to survive.

In the future, Shang Jue will meet better people, who will definitely be better than this "scumbag".

She was silent for a moment before finally speaking, her voice trembling: "Being together back then was just my grandfather's wishful thinking; it was a mistake from the start."

She paused, her voice almost inaudible at the end: "Shang Jue, I truly cannot forgive someone who wanted my life from the very beginning."

She lowered her eyes, her voice finally turning cold: "Please let me go."

The corridor fell silent again, with only the lanterns swaying gently under the eaves.

Shang Jue's hand slowly fell to his sides.

The officer stepped forward, but he didn't look at Qi He again. He turned and followed the officer into the vast night.

Qi He stood still without turning around. She clenched the empty velvet box in her sleeve, her fingertips rubbing the surface of the box until it was hot, but she didn't let go.