Jiang Youli thought for a moment and gave a conservative estimate. "About a ninety percent chance."
Truthfully, she was a hundred percent confident!
The last time Qi Huan visited, she had examined him. His leg injury hadn’t been sustained too long ago, so the chances of recovery were actually quite high.
As for why the renowned doctors they’d consulted all claimed it was untreatable—they were too reliant on so-called conventional methods.
But she had her own unique techniques.
As long as a person still had a breath left in them, she could snatch them back from the jaws of death.
"Ninety percent?" Zhang Susu and Jiang Yehan exchanged surprised glances. "Alright, we respect your decision. If your uncle and aunt really propose at Saturday’s banquet that you replace Jiang Yonghe in marrying the Qi Family’s eldest son, and you agree to it, your father and I won’t oppose it."
Jiang Youli immediately clung to Zhang Susu’s arm, cooing, "Ah, how could there be such understanding parents in this world!"
Her words made Zhang Susu burst into laughter as she tapped Jiang Youli’s nose. "Well, you’re my precious daughter, after all."
"Then you’re my precious mommy."
"Yes, my precious daughter."
Nearby, Jiang Yehan watched the mother-daughter pair with a warm smile. It had been a long time since he’d seen Susu laugh so genuinely.
Jiang Youli’s arrival was truly a gift from heaven to their family.
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After breakfast, Zhang Susu noticed it was still early, and the shopping malls wouldn’t be open yet. She suggested, "Youli, since you arrived so late yesterday and haven’t had the chance to explore the Jiang Family estate, why not take a stroll this morning? We can go shopping for clothes later."
Jiang Youli had no objections. "Sure, I’ll go look around on my own."
She was running low on freeze-dried spiders for her pets, Xiao Hei, Xiao Bai, and Xiao Lü, and she wanted to scout out suitable spots in the Jiang Family grounds where they could play and forage.
Zhang Susu asked, "Do you need me to accompany you?"
"No need, Mom."
"Alright, then your father and I will start preparing for your welcome banquet."
The Jiang Family estate consisted of three residential villas. The one where her beautiful new mother and handsome new father lived was in the eastern section. Apart from this, the western villa belonged to Jiang Yangxu’s family.
The elderly patriarch resided in the southernmost villa, which was quieter and more suited to his needs.
The front villa she had visited yesterday was typically used for family gatherings or entertaining guests.
The rest of the grounds were mostly landscaped gardens, complete with bridges, flowing water, and lush greenery.
Jiang Youli wandered around the estate, mentally noting the best spots for her pets to "forage."
Eventually, she arrived in front of a building labeled "Yixin Pavilion," where she encountered Jiang Yonghe stepping out.
Dressed in a white gown with her hair cascading loosely, Jiang Yonghe carried a foreign-language book, exuding the air of a cultured intellectual.
Spotting Jiang Youli, she paused, then flashed a disdainful smile before hurrying over and grabbing Jiang Youli’s hand with exaggerated warmth.
"Good morning, Youli-jie! Did you sleep well last night? Was everything comfortable? After all, the Jiang Family isn’t as quiet and peaceful as the countryside."
Jiang Youli eyed the hypocritical display coldly but kept her tone neutral. "Are you mocking me for being from the village, implying I can’t adjust to your so-called high-society life?"
Jiang Yonghe quickly shook her head, feigning innocence. "Youli-jie, you’ve misunderstood! I wasn’t mocking you at all—I was just concerned!"
Jiang Youli scoffed. "Drop the act. Do you think I don’t know what you’re thinking? Your mother’s still rotting in prison, yet here you are, shamelessly living it up in the Jiang Family. Quite the spectacle! But unlike you, I’m the Jiang Family’s true heiress. Why would I have trouble sleeping?"
With that, she forcefully shook off Jiang Yonghe’s grip.
Jiang Yonghe’s smile froze. Seeing no one else around, she dropped the pretense, her expression turning icy. "Jiang Youli, you’re as ungrateful as ever. The only reason Mom and Dad brought you back was to make you marry the Qi Family’s eldest son in my place. A country bumpkin like you should be grateful for the chance to rise above your station. Yet here you are, acting all high and mighty, even calling Uncle and Aunt your parents. How pathetic."
She sneered. "Oh, don’t tell me you actually believe they care about you? They only acknowledged you because of your Jiang bloodline—just in case the old man decides to leave you a share of the family fortune."
When Jiang Youli ignored her, she pressed on mockingly, "Do you even know what this building is for?"
Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "It’s where the Jiang Family’s young masters and misses study. I’ve been learning here since childhood—music, chess, calligraphy, painting, foreign languages—I’ve mastered them all."
"I wonder, Youli-jie, how many of these refined arts do you know?"
"Probably none, right? What a shame. At your age, it’s too late to start learning now."
"But don’t worry—you’re good at farming, laundry, and cooking. I could never compare to you in those areas. Maybe you can teach me sometime."
Jiang Youli’s hand shot out, slapping Jiang Yonghe hard across the face.
Caught off guard, Jiang Yonghe stumbled and fell to the ground.
As she glared up in hatred, she suddenly spotted Jiang Zhao approaching in the distance. Instantly, she covered her cheek, her eyes welling up with exaggerated tears.
Jiang Zhao rushed over in a fury, crouching to help Jiang Yonghe up. "Xiao He, what happened?"
Jiang Yonghe whimpered, "I just asked Youli-jie if she wanted to learn some arts. I even offered to teach her. I don’t understand why she hit me..."
Jiang Youli flexed her fingers casually. "You don’t understand? Because you’re despicable, that’s why."
Jiang Zhao shot her a venomous glare. "How dare you lay a hand on Xiao He! No one’s ever bullied her before. I’ve tolerated your sharp tongue, but now you’ve crossed the line. You’ll pay for this!"
At his words, Jiang Yonghe’s lips curled in satisfaction.
He wasn’t wrong—since childhood, anyone who dared mess with her had been beaten half to death by Jiang Zhao.
Gender didn’t matter.
Today, Jiang Youli would suffer dearly for that slap.
Except—before Jiang Zhao could land a single blow, Jiang Youli kicked his knee. Instead of attacking her, he crumpled to the ground, kneeling before her like a penitent.
Before Jiang Zhao could react, Jiang Youli stepped on his hand that was bracing against the ground, then casually flicked her ear as if brushing off an annoyance. "So noisy," she remarked coldly.
"Second Brother!" Jiang Yonghe gasped, stunned that Jiang Youli had actually lashed out at Jiang Zhao. She turned to Jiang Youli with disbelief. "Sister Youli, if you resent me or want to hit me, fine—but how could you lay a hand on Second Brother?"
