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

Not only was Liu Yan pale, but Wang Chuang, who had just berated Qi He the most, was now trembling in the knees.

Liu Yan quickly lowered his head and said breathlessly, "Young Master Shang, I'm sorry."

He glanced at the person who had just defied Qi He and snapped, "Hurry up and apologize to Young Master Shang!"

Shang Jue said in a nonchalant tone, "Why should you apologize to me? It's not me you've offended."

Liu Yan gritted his teeth, his tone becoming even harsher: "Hurry up and apologize to Miss Qi!"

Wang Chuang was a wealthy young man who had grown up in Nanjing and had never been so humiliated.

But the person he had just offended was someone he couldn't afford to mess with. His expression changed several times as he looked at Qi He, as if he were ready to throw caution to the wind: "Why should I apologize? Wasn't I telling the truth? Qi He is nothing but a good-for-nothing who relies on her brother, and now she's gained power by clinging to a man. I just can't stand her behavior!"

Qi He looked him up and down, then sneered, "What do you dislike about me? I was born into a good family because of my own abilities. If you're so capable, go and be born into a good family right now."

"Your name is Wang Chuang, right? I heard that the Wang family almost went bankrupt back then, and it was you, Wang Chuang, who saved the day by marrying into the Zhou family and serving the eldest daughter of the Zhou family so well that you have the good life you have today. What, you're also a gigolo, but you look down on your peers?"

Wang Chuang clenched his fist: "You!"

Qi He interrupted him: "What do you mean, 'me'? I'm not as shameless as you. I'm living off the Qi family, how can I compare to you, Wang Chuang, who's even living off the neighbor's wife?"

"Besides, Madam, you've recently closed a big deal and made quite a bit of money, haven't you? Now that you have more pocket money, you're just being nosy by coming to me. Instead of wasting your money, why not donate it to those in need, like Young Master Liu? If he wasn't out of his mind, he wouldn't have brought you to this kind of place. Why not donate some money to him to get him treated?"

The faces of Liu Yan and his group were extremely unpleasant.

Qi He spoke with an innocent tone, leaning forward slightly to look at Wang Chuang's face, then shook her head and clicked her tongue: "I'm not trying to criticize you, but your skin is dark and rough, you don't know how to take care of yourself, your body is only half-proportioned, and your head is as big as a clay pot. I can't think of any other reason why Miss Zhou would give you a gigolo, except for doing charity. You, Wang Chuang, have no business acumen, you lose money on every deal you make. Today you got a spot at the summit by flattering people, and you don't even know your place, you can't even support yourself properly."

"Be careful, if she keeps getting any uglier, then your lady won't just be keeping three gigolos on the side."

Her voice wasn't loud or soft, but anyone nearby could hear it clearly.

Wang Chuang's biggest grudge was that people said he was living off his wife, even though it was true.

The second thing he hated was that his wife cheated on him.

But his last shred of masculinity was still holding onto his last shred of dignity.

Now that Qi He had mercilessly reopened his wounds, even his appearance and physique had been insulted from head to toe, he glared at Qi He's bright face, his face turning red with anger, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.

Qi He, still feeling it wasn't enough, lowered her voice and added with a smile, "Besides, if I really relied on my physique for a living, and you, Wang Chuang, could still walk out of this banquet hall with your head held high, I'd change my surname to yours."

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Qi He straightened up, still maintaining her arrogant demeanor: "You can apologize now."

Wang Chuang was speechless, as if the insults he had just received weren't enough.

Liu Yan waited for a moment but Shang Jue didn't say anything to stop him. Instead, he received Shang Jue's tacit approval, and his heart sank.

He said angrily, "Wang Chuang! Apologize to the Second Miss immediately!"

Wang Chuang stubbornly refused to bow his head, but finally spoke reluctantly: "I'm sorry!"

"It seems Young Master Wang's upbringing is lacking; he doesn't even know how to apologize," Qi He said coldly. "Why don't you, Young Master Liu, teach him a lesson?"

Liu Yan suddenly raised his voice: "Qi He, don't go too far!"

"Oh dear, how fierce!" Qi He quickly grabbed Shang Jue's arm, looking like a harbinger of disaster, and blinked. "Husband, aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Shang Jue paused for a long time, seemingly not expecting this development, and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "Shouldn't Young Master Liu explain?"

Liu Yan was so angry that he was practically spitting fire. He stood there for a long time before he finally calmed down and bowed deeply to Qi He, his voice almost overflowing with hatred: "Second Miss, it was my people who were rude today. I'm sorry. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against us."

Upon seeing this, the group immediately fell silent, glanced at Shang Jue and then at Qi He, and retreated with a belly full of surprise and doubt.

As soon as the person left, Qi He withdrew her hand from Shang Jue's arm.

An awkward silence slowly spread between the two.

Qi He curled her fingertips, pretending nothing had happened, and stared intently at the plate on the table, subtly moving it to the side little by little.

To everyone's surprise, Shang Jue grabbed her wrist in the next instant, startling Qi He.

Shang Jue asked in a cold tone, "Is that all the use I have?"

Qi He muttered to himself, "That's not entirely true."

She struggled to free her wrist but couldn't. Her ears burned, and she urged softly, "Let go!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she vaguely heard a soft, cracking sound, like glass breaking.

At this moment, Qi Zheng also noticed the commotion. When he saw Shang Jue holding Qi He's hand, his heart sank, fearing that Shang Jue might harm Qi He.

Shang Jue is not what he used to be. Given the current situation of the Qi family, he could not guarantee that he could protect his sister, so he strode over here.

The sound of shattering grew clearer and clearer in Qi He's ears.

The next instant, with a loud "crack", the glass screen on the second floor shattered, and countless fragments flew down from the height.

A huge gasp of surprise erupted in the banquet hall.

Qi He's world seemed to slow down. She felt herself being suddenly pulled into a hot embrace, followed by a strong force that pulled her to the side. She rolled twice on the ground before a hand firmly protected the back of her head.

The world spun around for a few moments, and everything went dark before my eyes, but I could smell a faint scent of blood.

Qi He opened her eyes, her whole body trembling slightly from fright. She was held tightly in Shang Jue's arms and seemed to be unharmed.

She originally wanted to call out to Shang Jue, but when she caught a glimpse of Qi Zheng lying in a pool of blood, her heart sank.

Qi He's mind went blank, and the glaring red stain on the ground made her almost lose her balance.

She broke free from Shang Jue's grasp, stumbled forward, her throat choked as if blocked, and after a long while, she managed to hoarsely call out, "Big Brother!"

Qi He quickly stood up and ran towards Qi Zheng, his hands trembling as he helped Qi Zheng up from the ground.

The other person had injuries to their back and arms, with small shards of glass embedded in their flesh, and had already lost consciousness.

Qi He's tears immediately rolled down her cheeks.

The banquet hall was in complete chaos, filled with screams and cries. Someone shouted, "Go get a doctor! What are you standing there for?!"

Qi He touched Qi Zheng's face with the back of her hand; it was icy cold to the touch.

He kept wiping the blood off Qi Zheng's shoulder with his hands, tears streaming down his face like a broken string of pearls.

At the same time, Shang Jue's attendants helped him up and their faces changed when they saw that their young master was covered in blood.

Shang Jue seemed oblivious to his own wounds, clenching his fists, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently in Qi He's direction.

The person he risked his life to protect broke free from his embrace the next moment, weeping bitterly for someone else.

He knew in his heart that Qi He was his own brother, and he was naturally no match for him.

But Shang Jue couldn't understand. Did Qi He not even want to give him a glance?

Even just asking him how badly he was hurt.

He was in a lot of pain and lost a lot of blood. Wasn't Qi He worried at all that he would die?