Su Qian, that crazy woman with boundless brute strength!!
Ji Yuhan was immediately sent to the Ji Family’s private hospital.
After the X-ray results came out, it was confirmed: a mild fracture in the third rib on the left side, plus soft tissue contusions. The doctor recommended hospitalization for observation.
“Damn it!”
Ji Yuhan took off his coat, which was still covered in farm fertilizer, and slammed it hard onto the ground.
…Then the movement tugged at his wound, and he went dizzy from the pain.
The doctor hurriedly rushed to support him. “Mr. Ji, you… ugh… these few days please avoid strenuous activity… ugh…”
The stench of fertilizer was so strong that the doctor could barely open his eyes and kept gagging while speaking.
As expected, fertilizer used for high-end hotel flower cultivation was on another level entirely.
“Ah Han…”
Only Su Muyao remained relatively composed. She had been crying the entire way here, yet somehow still hadn’t vomited.
Ji Yuhan looked up and saw Su Muyao with red, tearful eyes—like a pitiful little rabbit—staring at him helplessly.
“Alright, I’m fine.” Ji Yuhan felt a sharp ache in his chest as he pulled her into his arms, pressing her head into his shoulder and soothing her in a low voice. “Don’t cry.”
Unfortunately, Su Muyao’s face happened to be pressed right into a patch of fertilizer stain.
Su Muyao: “yue…”
Ji Yuhan didn’t hear clearly and thought she was crying so hard she couldn’t breathe. His heart tightened even more.
“Be good, don’t be afraid. I will definitely make Su Qian pay the price,” he said through gritted teeth.
Su Muyao struggled and finally lifted her head out of the stain, her eyes red and stinging from the smell.
She quickly pushed Ji Yuhan away and showed him her phone, looking wronged.
“Ah Han, everyone online is scolding me now… I don’t know what to do…”
In reality, there weren’t that many people attacking her yet. What she showed him were carefully selected posts from marketing accounts.
Her agent had just urgently informed her that the Ji family and Ji Entertainment were preparing to clarify her relationship with Ji Yuhan for the sake of the arranged marriage with the Su family, saying today’s incident was just an accident.
If they clarified it, then she and Ji Yuhan would truly have no future.
She wasn’t the biological daughter of the Su family, and Old Master Ji was extremely traditional—he would never allow her to become Ji Yuhan’s marriage partner.
So now, she could only rely on Ji Yuhan.
Ji Yuhan took the phone, frowning as he was about to look—when a top comment suddenly popped up.
[AAAA Agricultural Machinery Repair Sister Su: Don’t just curse Su Muyao—what, is Ji Yuhan some good person?]
That profile picture of a bright and beautiful woman… Ji Yuhan would recognize it even if it turned to ash.
Su Qian!!
He was lying in the hospital getting X-rays, and she was online 5G-speed stirring chaos and insulting him!
Enraged, Ji Yuhan immediately logged into his account and posted a short Weibo:
[Ji Yuhan V: I’ve known Muyao since childhood. I have no relationship with Su Qian.]
This post immediately shot to the trending list. Countless fans flooded in with praise and blessings.
Next to him, Su Muyao finally broke into a relieved smile.
“Ah Han…”
But just as she glanced at her phone again, her smile froze.
A comment was pushed all the way to the top, sitting right above both fandoms.
[AAAA Agricultural Machinery Repair Sister Su: How happy for you, bro /.]
……
The feeling of being the center of attention even when just breathing—so satisfying!
Seeing both fandoms nearly explode from rage, all because of her alone, Su Qian happily put her phone away.
As expected, behaving properly was not as fun as going insane and blasting everyone away.
The car drove into the Su family estate—a luxurious hillside villa.
When Su Qian got out, she saw the butler and servants all wearing disgusted expressions, as if they had just swallowed something vile. They clearly didn’t want to see her.
Two bodyguards opened the door coldly, and a servant passing by even sneered quietly.
As expected of a villainess’s treatment—basically “universally hated” written on her face.
In the novel, the original host had often gone mad because of this, which made everyone hate her even more.
But seriously—who wouldn’t lose it being treated like this by their entire household?
Su Qian stopped and looked at them, smiling.
Sorry, she wouldn’t.
Being a corporate slave and enduring humiliation was one thing. But now that she was the boss?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Just as everyone felt uneasy under her smile, she pointed at the butler.
“You. Disrespecting me. This month’s salary cut in half, no year-end bonus.”
The butler’s face turned pale.
Then she began her “execution round,” pointing around the entire staff:
“You—deduct 500. You—1000. You also 500…”
“You—rolled your eyes at me, I saw it. 1000 deduction, write an 800-word reflection, and compensate me 500 yuan, transfer it to my Alipay.”
Finally, her finger stopped on the bodyguard standing by the door.
192 cm tall, broad shoulders, narrow waist, sharp handsome face, slicked-back hair, cold and abstinent aura—too handsome.
Su Qian pointed at him and smiled wickedly.
“You’re not fined. Baby, come to my room tonight.”
Everyone was stunned into silence, as if they had seen a ghost.
But Su Qian didn’t care.
The bodyguard’s expression turned even worse—but his ears turned red.
Oh my~ a tsundere little demon, she liked that.
Her finger moved forward and poked his chest—
“SU QIAN!!”
A furious roar exploded from inside the house.
Tch. Who now?
Annoyed, she looked up.
A tall, handsome man stood inside, face dark as a pot.
Hair slicked back, sharp features, cold aura—her biological older brother, Su Yichen.
She knew him well. He was also “sick in the head.”
In the original story, Su Muyao was the family’s beloved heroine and even a universal “fated beauty,” with all three brothers forming her early harem.
This eldest brother was the typical cold CEO type—outwardly harsh, inwardly soft.
Ever since their mother died in childbirth, he disliked Su Muyao, but was gradually “purified” by her kindness.
Disgusting.
Even worse, after Su Qian appeared and the truth about their mother’s death was clarified, all his hatred shifted onto Su Qian instead.
And love?
Of course reserved for his precious Muyao sister~
Su Yichen strode forward, grabbing Su Qian’s arm.
“I saw the news! Su Qian, you’ve got quite the ability!”
“Relax. Normal operation,” she said, slapping his hand away.
He took a deep breath in anger.
“What benefit do you get from ruining Muyao’s reputation? I told you—she would never interfere in your marriage!”
“Oh?”
Su Qian raised an eyebrow, took out her phone, and showed him the photo.
“Maybe you should open your eyes first?”
“You…”
He stared at the image of the two people embracing, unable to speak.
Just as she was about to put her phone away, he looked at her coldly and disappointed.
“Su Qian, staging such a big drama—your schemes are really deep.”
Silence.
Then Su Qian sighed, amused, shaking her head.
“My bad. My bad.”
Seeing her “admit fault,” his expression eased slightly.
“You know that’s good.”
She ignored him, turned, and walked away.
“Oh, leaving home again?” he said coldly, unmoving.
“This time I won’t send anyone to follow you. Su Qian, stop your childish tricks…”
Before he finished—
Su Qian rushed into the garden, grabbed the high-pressure water hose used for watering plants—
Turned it on.
A violent jet of water shot straight at Su Yichen.
“Right, I forgot—there’s no reasoning with idiots. I should’ve just hit you!”
“Die, you damn bastard!!”