Qi Feixue stopped laughing and asked curiously, "What gift?"
Qi Xiuyuan's eyes darted, and he said in a cheeky tone, "A hundred wheelchairs! They're still on the way for delivery. When we present them to Qi Huan, the scene is sure to be absolutely lively!"
Qi Feixue widened her eyes and said, "Oh my god, Qi Xiuyuan, you're too cruel! Giving Qi Huan a hundred wheelchairs? Are you deliberately wishing him a 'century of disability' at his engagement banquet?"
Qi Xiuyuan puffed out his chest, his face full of pride. "So, what do you think? Pretty brilliant, right?"
Qi Feixue gave him a thumbs-up. "Impressive!"
"Piece of cake." Qi Xiuyuan yawned and stood up. "Seriously, why is Qi Huan and that Jiang family's real heiress taking so long? Could it be that the wheelchair he's using now is such low quality it can't be pushed fast? Looks like he really does need a new one. I'll go see what's going on."
As he spoke, he walked towards the hall entrance. Just as he reached the doorway, he saw Qi Huan from not far away, along with Jiang Youli beside him.
Qi Huan was wearing a custom-made red suit jacket with white trousers and a white shirt underneath. Jiang Youli wore a hand-embroidered red waist-cinching gown with light makeup.
Qi Xiuyuan immediately raised his hand to greet them. "Brother Huan! Long time no see! Brother Xiong and I were just talking about how you've been lately!"
Hearing Qi Xiuyuan's voice, all the young masters and ladies of the Qi family inside the hall looked out.
Qi Huan smiled. "Long time no see."
Jiang Youli had reviewed the information beforehand, so she knew who this young man in his early twenties was—the youngest son of the fourth branch, Qi Xiuyuan.
He was usually the one who loved to bully others by flaunting his power, playing pranks, and making fools of people.
Qi Xiuyuan seemed to think of something, quickly ran over, and said with an ingratiating look, "Brother Huan, let me push your wheelchair for you."
As he spoke, he forcefully pushed Cheng Jing aside. "I'll take over!"
Cheng Jing frowned. "Young Master Qi Xiuyuan..."
Qi Xiuyuan said, "Oh, come on, Assistant Cheng, are you afraid I don't even know how to push a wheelchair?"
Jiang Youli, standing nearby, didn't miss the glint of schadenfreude in Qi Xiuyuan's eyes. He was definitely up to no good.
Trying to mess with Qi Huan?
Hmph, then let's make him the first example.
Thinking this, Jiang Youli smiled and said, "It's fine, Assistant Cheng. Let him push. As he said himself, he's not so useless that he can't even push a wheelchair."
Since Jiang Youli spoke up, Cheng Jing said nothing more.
However, after taking over the wheelchair, Qi Xiuyuan was not pleased with her words. He immediately looked at Jiang Youli and rolled his eyes. "So you're the Jiang family's real heiress brought back from the village, my Brother Huan's fiancée, Jiang Youli, right? Back in the village, no one would mind if you didn't know how to speak properly. But if you marry Brother Huan in the future and join our Qi family, you'll need to carefully learn how to speak and conduct yourself."
Jiang Youli asked, puzzled, "What did I say wrong just now?"
Qi Xiuyuan pointed out her mistake. "What do you mean, 'not so useless that he can't even push a wheelchair'?"
Jiang Youli seemed to have a sudden realization. "My apologies, I misspoke."
Only then did Qi Xiuyuan look satisfied.
But then, Jiang Youli continued, "You are useful, at least you can push a wheelchair."
Qi Xiuyuan frowned. "Forget it. I won't argue with an uncouth village woman who doesn't know the rules."
As he spoke, he looked down at Qi Huan. "Brother Huan, if you ask me, women should be kept in line. Don't let this fiancée of yours, who hasn't even crossed the threshold yet, act like a shrew in our Qi family, only good for running her mouth."
While talking, the wheelchair had been pushed to the entrance of the hall.
Looking at the steps leading into the hall ahead, a sly glint flashed in Qi Xiuyuan's eyes. In a moment, he would deliberately let go, making Qi Huan roll out of the wheelchair and fall flat on his face in front of so many brothers and sisters!
Thinking this, he quickened his pace, intending to push the wheelchair up the steps.
However, just as he was about to let go, a sharp pain shot through Qi Xiuyuan's knee. Then, for some reason, he suddenly lost strength and fell to his hands and knees on the ground.
At that moment, the wheelchair he had been pushing slid backward, rolling over his hands.
The next instant, the wheelchair, with no one pushing it, became unstable and was about to tip over. Qi Huan was on the verge of falling to the ground.
Jiang Youli reacted swiftly, immediately reaching out to steady Qi Huan's wheelchair.
The next second, she sharply rebuked Qi Xiuyuan, who was kneeling on the ground.
"Qi Xiuyuan, what are you doing?! Did you deliberately let go to harm my Huanhuan?!"
Qi Xiuyuan, kneeling on the ground, watched everything happen in bewilderment. Before he could react, his chest was met with a fierce kick from Jiang Youli.
"Ah!"
Qi Xiuyuan was kicked and rolled two meters away.
This move shocked all the young masters and ladies of the Qi family in the hall.
Qi An'an's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but think to herself: Wow! This Jiang family's real heiress is truly a heroine among women, how formidable!
"Outrageous! Does this woman know what she's doing?!" Qi Feifan slammed the table and jumped to his feet in a rage, making a move to step forward and settle the score for his brother.
Qi Shaoxiong and Qi Feixue, the brother and sister pair, watched the spectacle with amusement.
The Qi family members who had been with Grandpa Qi in the study earlier happened to come downstairs from the study just in time to see this scene.
When Qi Xiuyuan finally realized he had been kicked to the ground by Jiang Youli, intense humiliation fueled his fury. He scrambled up from the ground, clutching his chest, and strode towards Jiang Youli.
"You damn bitch, how dare you kick me! If I don't make you pay, I won't be a Qi!"
When the words "damn bitch" were shouted, a thick murderous intent surfaced in Qi Huan's pitch-black eyes.
"Cheng Jing," he commanded in a low voice.
Qi Xiuyuan had just gotten close to Jiang Youli and was about to kick her in the abdomen.
Unfortunately for him, he didn't succeed. Cheng Jing, from behind, kicked him to the ground once again.
This kick was even more powerful than Jiang Youli's earlier one. Qi Xiuyuan fell forward flat on his face, breaking his nose bridge on impact, with a lot of blood gushing from his nostrils.
Qi Feifan had already rushed out and immediately went to help Qi Xiuyuan up from the ground.
Clutching his nose in pain, Qi Xiuyuan struggled to his feet and roared, "Cheng Jing, you're just an assistant to that cripple Qi Huan! How dare you hit me for this damn bitch! Do you think this is some back alley? This is the Qi family! Who the hell do you think you are!"
Cheng Jing showed not the slightest hint of timidity. After all, insulting Miss Jiang and upsetting the young master—this punishment was considered light.
Jiang Youli was even more composed, her expression perfectly calm. This bloody opening act was quite satisfactory to her!
Qi Tianjue, seeing his youngest son treated this way by Jiang Youli and assistant Cheng Jing, looked extremely grim and spoke up, "What is the meaning of this!"
The commotion here was also witnessed by the newly arrived Jiang Yangxu and his family of four.
"Looks like Jiang Youli has caused trouble again!" Qin Yulian said with schadenfreude, looking at the tense standoff at the hall entrance. "This time at the Qi family, it probably won't be so easy for her to weasel her way out!"
Jiang Yangxu snorted coldly. "At the Jiang house, with Dad indulging her, she got used to being arrogant not long after coming back. Let's see who in the Qi family will put up with her."
Jiang Yonghe and Jiang Xing exchanged a glance.
Before Qi Yue had even made a move, Jiang Youli was already starting to stir up trouble?
