8 Chapter 8 Deservedly_1

For the whole afternoon, Bai Cheng took Su Xiaoli from one shopping mall to another.

And Su Xiaoli wrote one IOU after another.

As evening approached, Bai Cheng, sitting in the driver's seat, looked helplessly at Su Xiaoli, who was still sprawled in the back seat, calculating the total amount of her IOUs on her phone calculator. "Madam, we've arrived at the Qin Family's old mansion."

Su Xiaoli lifted her head in a daze, gazing at the towering traditional Chinese villa outside.

The young girl's clear eyes were filled with shock. "This... is the Qin Family's old mansion?"

She would have believed it if someone told her it was a historic tourist attraction.

Bai Cheng was already used to Su Xiaoli's amazement and nodded with a smile, "You should get out of the car now."

"The dinner officially starts at six o'clock, and it's now five-thirty. You have half an hour to familiarize yourself with the surroundings."

Su Xiaoli paused for a moment before lowering her head to seriously review the accounts on all the IOUs once again.

Finally, she stuffed the IOUs into Bai Cheng's hands. "Today, I spent a total of 92,532.63 yuan on Qin Zimo."

"Please pass these IOUs to him and tell him that I will pay it off within two years."

Having said that, the young girl clumsily got out of the car, carrying the skirt of her pink evening gown.

"Give them to me."

As soon as Su Xiaoli got out of the car, the door of the back seat was opened again, and a man wearing the Silver Falcon Mask elegantly extended his hand towards Bai Cheng.

Bai Cheng paused before hastily handing over the stack of IOUs to Qin Yihan. "Sir, the madam said..."

"I heard."

Qin Yihan icily cut him off.

Bai Cheng fell silent.

In the back seat, the man leaned back, crossed his legs, and elegantly flipped through the IOUs.

In the end, he looked at the total bill with a smiley face drawn on it and laughed.

For the price of an evening gown worn to a dinner, she would spend two years paying him back.

If he took her to a few more banquets in the future, would she have to spend the rest of her life paying him back?

The man glanced at the thick stack of IOUs in his hand once more and couldn't help but curve his lips into a smile.

"Silly girl."

How could there be such a stubborn and single-minded woman in this world?

Through the rearview mirror, Bai Cheng saw the smile in his boss's eyes and came to a hard stop.

He had been with Qin Yihan for five years.

Although he had seen him smile before, it was mostly a cold sneer or a perfunctory smile.

This was the first time Bai Cheng saw him looking so happy.

After a while, the man in the back seat put the IOUs away and glanced indifferently at Bai Cheng. "Has everyone been notified?"

Bai Cheng immediately became serious and answered in a deep voice, "Everyone has been notified according to your instructions."

"Upon learning that if they do not attend tonight's dinner, they would not be eligible to divide your assets..."

"Your eldest uncle, second uncle, and younger aunt, they all decided to attend with their entire families."

Qin Yihan's eyes narrowed slightly.

His relatives, who couldn't all be gathered on normal days as each had excuses for their absence, had now managed to attend in full force when it came to dividing his assets.

The man lowered his gaze, looking at the IOUs in his hand with a hint of indifference. "Protect her well tonight."

This silly girl was only thinking of venting her anger for him, of fighting for his rights.

But did she ever think that every member of the Qin Family was not to be trifled with?

As Qin Yihan's wife, her status was bound to make her a thorn in many people's sides tonight.

"Tonight, if someone tries to hurt her..."

A cold and deadly chill flashed through the man's dark eyes. "I will make them wish they were dead."

...

Su Xiaoli carried the skirt of her evening gown as she entered the Qin Family's old mansion.

The inside of the mansion was even more beautiful and luxurious than the outside.

Upon entering, there was a long corridor.

On both sides of the corridor, there were man-made lakes and rockeries, as well as lush vegetation of various kinds.

As she walked, she couldn't help but marvel.

"A royal garden in a TV drama couldn't be much better, right?"

"Yo, who do we have here?"

Suddenly, a shrill female voice rang out.

Su Xiaoli paused, instinctively lifting her head.

Standing in front of her were a man and a woman in full dress.

At the moment, both were looking at her with disdain.

Su Xiaoli's eyes shifted as she remembered.

These two were siblings from Qin Yihan's aunt's family.

The man, Zheng Zihao, was a good-for-nothing wastrel.

The woman, Zheng Qingqing, was a little gangster who had been expelled from high school.

Seeing Su Xiaoli sizing her up, a hint of disgust surfaced in Zheng Qingqing's eyes.

Who did she, Su Xiaoli, think she was?

Nothing more than a bumpkin who married Qin Yihan for his money, and she dared to look at her with that kind of gaze?

With this thought, Zheng Qingqing rolled her eyes and pinched her nose, "You're suffocating me."

"I wondered why I smelled a cheap scent from a mile away."

"It turns out the country woman who married the half-dead cripple to bring him luck has arrived."

After speaking, she raised her eyebrows and glanced at Su Xiaoli, "What, just got married and you're already attending today's meeting? Are you afraid of being left out when Qin Yihan's assets are divided?"

Su Xiaoli narrowed her eyes slightly.

She had seen plenty of people like Zheng Qingqing.

In school, her wealthy classmates all spoke to her with this tone and attitude.

And her strategy against such deliberate sarcasm from these women was always the same—

Su Xiaoli lowered her head and took out a Bluetooth headset from her bag, putting it in her ears.

Then, humming a tune, she leisurely walked around the disagreeable duo and strode toward the direction of the main house.

She was naturally not good at arguing; she never won verbal confrontations.

But, if she couldn't provoke them, she could still avoid them.

Watching the woman's retreating figure, Zheng Qingqing's eyes widened in shock.

This bitch actually dared to ignore her!

Furious beyond measure, she dashed forward in a few quick steps, grabbing Su Xiaoli's shoulder, "I'm talking to you; didn't you hear me?!"

The woman's grip was strong, and when her nails dug into Su Xiaoli's bare shoulder, the sharp pain made Su Xiaoli furrow her brows deeply.

The young girl turned her head to look at Zheng Qingqing and before she could speak, a cold male voice came from a distance, "Qingqing, is this how you speak to your sister-in-law?"

Zheng Qingqing was startled and instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.

At the end of the corridor, a man in a silver suit wearing a Silver Falcon Mask was approaching them with a shadowy presence.

His gaze was so cold, like the ice of the deep winter, freezing her in place.

Su Xiaoli took the opportunity to pull away from the hand Zheng Qingqing had on her shoulder.

But unexpectedly, her skin was too delicate and Zheng Qingqing's nails too sharp.

With that pull, a glaringly red scratch quickly appeared on the young girl's fair and plump shoulder.

"Hiss—!"

The girl's face went pale with pain, and she instinctively covered her shoulder.

Qin Yihan's eyes darkened abruptly.

Zheng Qingqing coldly glanced at Su Xiaoli, "Deserved it!"

Qin Yihan narrowed his eyes, "Bai Cheng."

Bai Cheng, who had been hidden in the shadows, stepped forward.

Before anyone could react, Bai Cheng raised his hand:

"Smack—!"

"Smack—!"

"Smack—!"

Three slaps landed, and Zheng Qingqing's face immediately swelled up.

The man wearing the Silver Falcon Mask casually crossed his legs and sat on the bench next to the corridor, his voice indifferent, "Deserved it."