WBSGVS Chapter 245 Part 2

The boy’s dark face flushed red. Like a startled young deer, he quickly looked away, his downcast eyes filled with a hint of bitterness.

That day, after settling the Xu family and leaving them enough money, Qingli quietly left.

Meanwhile, in the days that followed, the matter of Jiang Zheng bribing the director had already been thoroughly investigated.

Jiang Xi was quite capable—he successfully uncovered that the director had received a sum of money from one of Jiang Zheng’s friends. When the police looked into it, the situation caused a stir, and soon, everyone around them knew.

Naturally, Grandpa Jiang found out too.

By the time Qingli returned, several days had passed.

Since the scandal had blown up publicly, Grandpa Jiang ordered Jiang Zheng to host a welcome banquet at home for his cousin and, more importantly, apologize.

Qingli returned to the Jiang household under the care of Jiang Xi’s assistant. As soon as she opened the door, Grandpa Jiang greeted her with a big smile, though his tone was tinged with disappointment.

“Ah, Li, why didn’t you call Grandpa so I could pick you up?”

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” Qingli replied with a smile, handing her suitcase to the butler.

The butler took it and received a polite “thank you” in return. As he walked a few steps away, he suddenly paused, then turned around and looked at her again.

This…

Why does Miss Li suddenly remind him of Jiang Xi?

A chill ran down the butler’s spine. Could it be that this whole incident had pushed her too far, and she finally snapped?

Thinking of this, the butler couldn’t help but glance at Jiang Zheng with sympathy.

Jiang Zheng, still unaware, was being urged by Grandpa Jiang’s stern gaze to get up. With an awkward expression, he forced a smile and turned toward Qingli.

“Ah Li, what happened with the show… it was my fault as your cousin…”

“Yes, your cousin knows he messed up. He’s been blaming himself these past few days. Ah Li, don’t stay mad,” Grandpa Jiang quickly added.

Qingli gave a faint smile and looked directly at Jiang Zheng. “You know you messed up? What exactly did you do wrong?”

She wasn’t taller than Jiang Zheng, yet when she tilted her head slightly to look up at him, he felt like she was looking down on him from above—aloof, judging. Just like her detestable father.

Jiang Zheng’s breath caught in his throat. Her question humiliated him, and he instinctively wanted to argue back. But before he could speak, Grandpa Jiang pinched his arm hard. He snapped out of it and swallowed his pride. Things weren’t like before—Jiang Xi had unexpectedly shown interest in the daughter he used to ignore, and Jiang Zheng now had leverage against him. He had to submit.

Clenching his teeth, he said, “It was my fault. I lost my head for a moment. I thought it might be a good experience for you, so I told the director a few things… I’m sorry.”

Qingli nodded slightly. “Mmm… that’s a pretty thorough apology. But just saying sorry—is that supposed to make up for all the trouble I went through?”

“Of course not.” Jiang Zheng, thinking she might be ready to forgive him, relaxed a little. He pulled out a set of car keys from his pocket. “This is my apology gift. I hope you like it.”

Qingli took the keys, weighed them in her hand—too light. Not satisfying. She set them down, picked up a heavy glass teacup from the coffee table, and without warning, hurled it straight at him.

BANG—

The thick glass hit his forehead with a loud smack.

“Ahh!” Jiang Zheng screamed, stumbling backward, clutching his head. The impact was so intense that he felt dizzy.

“Ah Li, what are you doing?!” Grandpa Jiang shouted in shock.

“Beating up my enemy!” Qingli said sharply. Seeing Jiang Zheng retreat, she grabbed a flower vase from the corner and threw it at him. Crash! It shattered on impact. Jiang Zheng didn’t even have time to open his eyes before pain overwhelmed him.

Then she raised her leg and kicked him hard—right in the stomach.

The 26-year-old man was sent flying back several steps before crashing to the ground, right onto the broken vase shards. A blood-curdling scream echoed through the house. “AHHH!!”

“Stop hitting him!” Grandpa Jiang’s voice trembled with panic.

But by now, things were out of his control. Jiang Zheng had also lost it. He was a grown man—how could he let himself be beaten like this? Furious, he ignored the pain and lunged forward, reaching to grab Qingli’s hair.

He was physically stronger than the average woman.

But Qingli wasn’t the average woman.

As his hand reached for her, she twisted out of the way and kicked him—hard—right in the face.

“Ugh!” His nose took the full blow.

Jiang Zheng clutched his burning, stinging nose and tried again, only for Qingli to land a direct hit to his groin. He collapsed to the floor, curled up, and was completely incapacitated.

“Ah Li, come here!” Grandpa Jiang was panicking, trying to move toward her, but his body was slow. By the time he reached them, Qingli had already pinned Jiang Zheng to the ground.

She didn’t listen to her grandfather. Holding Jiang Zheng down, she began slapping his face—again and again.

Smack, smack, smack! The sharp sounds echoed through the living room. Even the butler, who was still carrying the luggage upstairs, heard it. His face twitched. He turned around and saw Jiang Zheng—who had looked so polished earlier—now feebly writhing on the floor. He tried to curse, but the slaps left him only groaning and gasping.

The butler quickly turned away, unable to watch any longer. He let out a soft sigh. “Sigh…”

If this had been ten years ago, old Master Jiang might’ve been able to protect them. But now… not anymore.

Qingli was merciless. Every move was swift and brutal. Jiang Zheng was completely outmatched, left looking utterly miserable.

Grandpa Jiang’s heart ached. He tried to pull his granddaughter off, even raising his hand to strike her in desperation.

But Qingli sensed the incoming blow and reflexively swung her arm back. The force knocked Grandpa Jiang down on his butt.

The shock was too much for the old man. He clutched his chest and cried out in pain.

Only then did Qingli stop, surprised. “Oh no, Grandpa, what’s wrong? Quick, call the driver—take him to the hospital!”

Her shout finally summoned the hiding maids and servants, who rushed to help. But seeing the two men collapsed on the floor, one of them hesitated. “Miss, should we take both?”

“Not him,” Qingli said casually, pointing at Jiang Zheng. “He’s not gonna die.”

The maid shuddered and moved even faster to carry Grandpa Jiang out.