Three years after our breakup, my ex-boyfriend dragged me to get our marriage certificate.

Ji Yuhuai's lips moved slightly. "Are you threatening me?"

"You can also take this as me seeking peace."

Lin Qingyi continued to look at him.

"Ah Huai, I'm fine." Jiang Wenxi lowered her head and tugged at Ji Yuhuai's arm. "I owe Qingyi a lot. No matter what she does to me, I'm fine."

Ji Yuhuai didn't want to handle it lightly, but Jiang Wenxi insisted on leaving, so he had no choice but to pick her up and carry her outside.

Lin Qingyi called Wen Ya and they left the mall.

Wenya refused and insisted on stopping the two scumbags and sluts to have a discussion.

"Hiss..." Lin Qingyi gasped as she rubbed her arm after being pushed by her.

"Did I hurt you?" Wenya hurriedly helped her to the car.

"It's nothing, it's just that the weather's been bad lately, and my arm has been bothering me." Lin Qingyi said coquettishly, "Let's not argue with them. If we really fight, I can't help you with just one arm, and you'll be at a disadvantage."

Wen Ya's eyes reddened with heartache. "The person who has the least right to scold you is Jiang Wenxi."

"Is Ji Yuhuai blind? Why does he have to like that green tea bitch?"

Lin Qingyi laughed self-deprecatingly, "Even without Jiang Wenxi, there would be other women."

No one said that he couldn't date again after we broke up.

Wen Ya also knew that Ji Yuhuai was ruthless; otherwise, Lin Qingyi wouldn't have gone to Beicheng with great joy a year ago, only to return to Jincheng in disgrace.

Perhaps it was because I took a long bath last night, or perhaps I was frightened by the series of threats.

Lin Qingyi fell ill and received an IV drip that afternoon.

Wenya accompanied her to the community hospital for an IV drip, and then went to the children's hospital to accompany Xiaoyundou.

I was already incredibly busy, but then the art studio ran into problems and I was forced to close down.

Wen Ya didn't tell Lin Qingyi until she recovered from her illness.

"Do you have Ji Yuhuai's contact information? He's doing this to force me to apologize to Jiang Wenxi. It's no big deal if I apologize, it'll just mean I'll get beaten up."

"You want me to apologize?" Lin Qingyi laughed in exasperation.

She originally thought this was Jincheng. Since Ji Yuhuai got together with Jiang Wenxi and started his own business, he didn't have the ability to extend his reach into Jincheng.

Unexpectedly, he felt sorry for Jiang Wenxi's slapped face and dared to make this matter public.

Sure enough, when he loves someone, he will do anything to treat her well.

"It's not certain yet who will apologize to whom."

Lin Qingyi picked up her phone and dialed a series of numbers.

"Uncle Ji... I've run into a little trouble..."

Lin Qingyi's eyes were filled with tears as she spoke on the phone.

The moment she hung up the phone, she raised her head and forced back her tears. "Let's pack up and close the shop. My right hand is useless anyway, so I can't create any good works."

"Are you going to go head-to-head with Ji Yuhuai?" Wen Ya asked.

"He told Jiang Wenxi about my affairs." Lin Qingyi narrowed her eyes. "I just copied his sharp tongue and told his father about his affairs."

The next morning, Lin Qingyi received a call from Ji's mother.

Mrs. Ji said that she and Mr. Ji came to Tianjin to visit Mr. He and would meet with her on the way.

When Lin Qingyi arrived at the Ji family's villa in Tianjin, she saw Ji Yuhuai kneeling on the ground from afar.

Father Ji grabbed an old rose branch from the wall and swung it hard at Ji Yuhuai's back.

The branches, about the thickness of an index finger and covered with dense, hooked thorns, instantly stained his white shirt red.

"I thought you were frequently going to Tianjin to try and win back Qingyi."

Ji Kun was truly enraged, showing no mercy whatsoever. "I never imagined you'd be keeping a mistress!"

Ji Yuhuai frowned in pain. "Xixi isn't a mistress. She's my girlfriend, and I'm about to propose to her."

Father Ji became even angrier and slapped her several times. "If you want to get married, you can only marry Qingyi. Otherwise, I'll make sure you stay single for the rest of your life."

"Why should I?" Ji Yuhuai looked up at his father and sneered, "From the day Lin Qingyi moved into our house, you have been exceptionally biased towards her."

You let her choose everything good in the house, including your sons!

Father Ji sneered and repeatedly raised his hand to strike him.

"Ah Huai, apologize to your father." Seeing so much blood, Ji's mother was heartbroken. "Quickly tell your father that you will break up with Jiang Wenxi and win Qingyi back."

Ji Yuhuai: "Impossible. I no longer love her. Even if you force me to marry her, we will only be a miserable couple."

Lin Qingyi walked over at just the right moment, greeting him with a smile: "Uncle, why are you so angry?"

Ji's father and mother didn't know if Lin Qingyi had heard anything.

Lin Qingyi looked down at the man kneeling on the ground and felt a sense of relief.

"Ah Huai, shall I take you to the hospital?" Lin Qingyi paused for a moment, "Or we could call Miss Jiang over to our house to bandage your wound."

"Lin Qingyi!" Ji Yuhuai glared at her with a dark expression.

If Jiang Wenxi came over while her father was in a fit of anger, he would still slap her.

Ji Yuhuai recalled Lin Qingyi's threatening words to him at the mall that day, "Ah Huai, you know what I'm capable of."

Lin Qingyi did it on purpose!

"Shut up!" Father Ji was about to slap him again, but Lin Qingyi stopped him.

"Qingyi, you don't need to be afraid of him."

"Our Ji family will absolutely not allow Jiang Wenxi to enter the family."

When Ji's father looked at Lin Qingyi, his expression softened considerably. "If you're still willing to marry this brat, your uncle will give you a grand and splendid wedding."

"If you don't want to marry him, your uncle will transfer all the shares he originally gave him to you and adopt you as his goddaughter."

"I don't care about those shares." Ji Yuhuai stood up, left those words expressionlessly, and went upstairs.

However, Ji's mother's expression changed. "Qingyi, Auntie wants to have a private talk with you."

"Go ahead." Father Ji patted Lin Qingyi's arm. "Uncle is waiting for your answer."

Upon entering the bedroom, the smile on Ji's mother's face vanished instantly.

"Qingyi, since your family's accident, your aunt has treated you very well, hasn't she?"

Mother Ji reminded her, "You openly and secretly seduced A-Huai back then. Although I was not satisfied with you, I still agreed to let you marry A-Huai."

You also bear some responsibility for the current situation between Ah Huai and his father.

Your auntie wants you to shoulder this responsibility and guide Ah Huai onto the right path.

Lin Qingyi's shoulders slumped down, and she said helplessly, "Auntie, I have sloping shoulders. My bra straps can't even support my weight, how can I possibly bear the responsibility?"

Mrs. Ji choked for a moment, then chuckled, "Five million? Can that cure your sloping shoulders?"

Lin Qingyi became serious. "Auntie, this isn't about money."

"I'll give you another five million after it's done," Mrs. Ji said, taking out a pre-written check from the side.

Lin Qingyi stretched and casually picked up the check. Seeing the number on it, her shoulders immediately straightened up: "I'm full of strength now. Not to mention taking on responsibility, I can carry you on my back."

"Very good." Mother Ji nodded. "Go tell your Uncle Ji that you want to marry Ah Huai."

As for Jiang Wenxi, your uncle and I will handle things on her behalf.

"Just use your old methods to seduce Ah Huai and make him marry you."