northernbook Chapter 194 Qi Tianxiang Gets a Beating
Chapter 194 Qi Tianxiang Gets a Beating
"What are you doing? Get out of my way right now, don't block my path. I'm in a bad mood today, or I'll teach you a lesson." Qi Tianxiang frowned deeply, his face full of anger as he loudly threatened the two bodyguards in front of him.
The two bodyguards stood firmly in place like two iron towers, without moving an inch.
It should be noted that Qi Tianxiang himself is tall and burly, but his imposing presence was still overwhelmed when facing these two bodyguards.
Weird!
He's clearly the owner here, so why is he being intimidated by his own bodyguards?
Without uttering a single unnecessary word, the two bodyguards exchanged a glance and quickly and tacitly completed their division of labor.
A punch landed simultaneously on Qi Tianxiang's face, which, despite being middle-aged, was still quite handsome.
Caught off guard, Qi Tianxiang staggered from the blow and quickly covered his mouth and nose.
"You've gone too far! How dare you hit me..."
He was about to unleash a string of curses when, before he could finish speaking, two bodyguards punched him hard in the face again.
This time, Qi Tianxiang was so badly beaten that he fell backward to the ground.
Then, Qi Tianxiang was dragged by two bodyguards to a secluded corner outside the old house.
Before long, sounds of punches, kicks, and intermittent screams could be heard from the corner.
……
Inside the Qi family study.
Qi Huan is playing Go with Grandpa Qi.
Grandpa Qi stared at the chessboard where he was currently at a disadvantage, his brows furrowing slightly. "How did things go with Xiao Li today?"
Qi Huan smiled slightly, her eyes full of admiration, and said, "Little Li'er has taken over the Jiang family."
Upon hearing this news, Grandpa Qi grunted in agreement, and after careful consideration, placed his white chess piece down. "Xiao Li is more reliable than Jiang Yangxu's family."
If he hadn't met Xiao Li, he wouldn't have believed that a girl in her early twenties could really manage a wealthy and powerful family.
"But no matter what, she's still just a little girl. You'll have to be more considerate of her in the future."
Qi Huan said, "I think Xiao Li'er has no need for me to cover for her."
Grandpa Qi then looked up and glanced at his grandson, "Fine, you know this girl better."
Qi Huan picked up a black chess piece. "However, Xiao Li'er has offended the Long family."
Old Master Qi paused as he was about to pick up a chess piece, then said, "It's alright. I've wanted to curb the arrogance of the Long family for a long time. Over the years, the Long family has been constantly competing with our Qi family for resources. I'm too old to stop their expansion and advance, so I'm relying on you."
"Grandpa, don't worry, leave the Long family to me." After Grandpa Qi placed his chess piece, Qi Huan placed his own white chess piece almost without hesitation.
Grandpa Qi looked at the chessboard.
The outcome is already decided.
The chess piece that had just been picked up had to be thrown back.
At this moment--
Qi Tianxiang's noisy voice could be heard outside the study.
"Don't stop me, I need to find the old man!"
Old Master Qi made a move to get up, and the butler who was waiting nearby immediately bent down to help him up. "Huan'er, from now on, the Qi family is in your hands. I know you won't let me down."
Qi Feixiong, the third son, is courageous and decisive, but he wants to use violence to control violence, following the same old path as the Long family.
If this path were feasible now, the Long family wouldn't be thinking about whitewashing their past.
As for the fourth son, Qi Feifan, he is shrewd and calculating, and can keep his composure. He may be okay in terms of personnel management, but his overall perspective is too narrow.
The reason he didn't announce his grandson Qi Huan as the heir as originally planned, but instead waited three months, seemed to outsiders as a sign that he intended to give up Qi Huan as the heir. In reality, he wanted to convince the other descendants of the Qi family.
Let's see how they were defeated by someone they considered disabled.
Qi Tianxiang, covered in bruises, saw his father come out of the study and immediately complained, "Dad... Qi Huan is terrible! He actually had someone beat me up..."
He stopped talking when he saw Qi Huan following behind Old Master Qi.
"Oh? Huan'er, why did you hit your father?" Old Master Qi asked in a formulaic manner.
Qi Huan said with difficulty, "Today, an old fortune teller said that if my father enters the house with his left foot first, it will affect the fortune of our Qi family for a period of time. The only way to break this is to give him a good beating."
Qi Tianxiang stared with his swollen, red eyes, "You're talking nonsense..."
"Shut up!" Old Master Qi glanced coldly at Qi Tianxiang, who was using a stick he'd somehow found as a cane. "If that's really the case, Huan'er only hitting you is already being lenient. If you want to live, go to the hospital yourself! Don't make a scene in front of me! Otherwise, I won't hesitate to send you straight to a mental hospital for treatment!"
Qi Tianxiang choked, not daring to complain anymore, and could only watch helplessly as the old man went downstairs.
After the old man came downstairs, Qi Tianxiang glared at Qi Huan and said in a low voice, "Your son hits his father, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning!"
Qi Huan glanced at Qi Tianxiang, who had a bruised and swollen face, a broken arm, and a limp, and instructed, "Cheng Jing, have George, the psychologist Qi Tianxiang hired for me from abroad, help him calm down. Don't let him feel so stifled."
Cheng Jing nodded, "Yes, young master."
Upon hearing this, Qi Tianxiang flew into a rage, raising the wooden stick he was holding to smash it over Qi Huan's head, yelling, "Qi Huan, I'll fucking..."
As soon as he raised the stick, he lost his balance and fell down the stairs, tumbling all the way to the first floor.
Qi Tianxiang felt dizzy and lightheaded. After a while, he managed to open his eyes, touched his head, and found that he had hit his head and was bleeding.
Cheng Jing adjusted the wheelchair to the downstairs mode and pushed Qi Huan downstairs.
"I'm bleeding, it hurts... Quick, Huan'er, quickly tell someone to take me to the hospital."
Qi Huan glanced down at Qi Tianxiang, who was lying on the ground looking disheveled, and ignored him before heading straight to the restaurant.
Fearing he might actually die there, Qi Tianxiang mustered all his strength and crawled toward the bodyguards guarding the door, pleading, "Take...take me to the hospital..."
After saying that, he fainted.
……
After having dinner with Grandpa Qi, Qi Huan returned to her room and sent a message to Jiang Youli on her phone.
[Have you taken Mr. Luo home?]
A reply came shortly afterward.
[We've arrived, time to get ready for dinner!]
A short while later, another photo was sent over, a selfie of Jiang Youli.
Behind her were Mr. Luo, who was busy at the kitchen stove, and an elderly woman, who was presumably Mr. Luo's wife.
Beside the large pot on the stove, where smoke was rising, a small green snake was staring at it.
Qi Huan clicked on the picture, zoomed in, and looked carefully at Jiang Youli's face.
Her hair shimmered under the orange light, her eyebrows were playfully raised, and her eyes were slightly squinted as she smiled.
Her nose was straight and her lips were moist.
After examining every detail of the face, Qi Huan long-pressed to save the image before replying.
[Then you should eat first, I'll video chat with you later.]
[good! ]
Qi Huan put down her phone and pushed her wheelchair to the bathroom.
After taking a shower, Qi Huan dried her hair and picked up her phone to start a video chat.
The call was connected shortly afterward.
Looking at the vivid face that appeared on the phone screen, Qi Huan's gaze softened.
[Huanhuan, you look so tempting!]
Jiang Youli's opening remarks were astonishing.
Qi Huan glanced at herself on the small screen in the upper right corner. Her fine, dark hair was still damp with water, and her cheeks were slightly whiter and redder than usual because of the steam.
His bathrobe hung loosely, revealing glimpses of his chest muscles.