"What exactly is this gift?"
"You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you? Hurry up, the young mistress is still waiting for us downstairs."
Ji Shanshan stood right behind them, clearly overhearing every word of their conversation.
Her mind raced, and her expression gradually turned sinister and ruthless.
Just as the two maids were about to head down the stairs, Ji Shanshan darted forward and slammed into the pile of gift boxes!
The boxes scattered from the tremendous impact, some falling to the floor, others rolling down the stairs.
Ji Shanshan dramatically rubbed her shoulder, glaring at the two maids as she berated them loudly, "What kind of walking is that? Blocking the middle of the way—do you know how much that hurt?"
"Second Miss, we’re so sorry, we didn’t mean to!" The two maids quickly bowed their heads to apologize.
"Forget it, forget it! I know it wasn’t on purpose."
Ji Shanshan feigned impatience as she waved them off, then pointed at the scattered gift boxes on the stairs. "Hurry up and pick those up! If they’re damaged, can you two afford to pay for it?"
The two maids, alarmed at the state of the scattered boxes, scrambled in a panic to pick them up.
When no one was looking her way, Ji Shanshan swiftly grabbed the most exquisitely wrapped gift box.
She glanced around cautiously as she carefully opened it.
Inside the box was an elegant, traditional Chinese qipao.
Ji Shanshan instantly deduced that this was the gift meant for Old Madam Ji.
The corners of her lips twisted into a silent, malicious sneer. She picked up the qipao and forcefully tore at the slit on the hem!
The qipao was left with a large, jagged tear.
Ji Shanshan, satisfied with the long gash in the fabric, quickly placed the qipao back in the box and replaced the lid.
The two maids, now holding the picked-up gift boxes, cautiously ascended the stairs. As they passed Ji Shanshan, they didn’t notice the cold, venomous look on her face.
By now, dinner had already concluded.
Ji Wei was seated in the living room, chatting with Old Madam Ji, while Mo Qian stood in the hallway outside, talking on the phone.
"I mean it, Old Mo, the three of us brothers haven’t hung out in nearly half a month! Ever since you got a woman, you’ve completely forgotten about us. A textbook case of prioritizing romance over friendship!"
On the other end of the phone came Xi Nanfeng’s teasing tone.
Mo Qian remained unfazed, answering coolly, "If you’ve got the guts, why don’t you try prioritizing romance over friendship for once?"
"Gu Moqian, is this your way of bullying me just because I’m single? Let me tell you, tomorrow I’m going on a blind date. Watch me ditch my single status and show you how it’s done!"
"If you can actually stop being single, I’ll send you a huge gift."
"Hey, Old Mo, from the way you said that, it’s clear you don’t believe in my charm. After all, I’m the young master of the Xi Family. Suave, dashing, and effortlessly cool..."
Uninterested in hearing the boasting, Mo Qian brusquely interrupted, "Is Ye Cheng nearby?"
"He’s here... Wait a second, Old Mo, I’m the one talking to you, and you’re asking for Ye Cheng? Where exactly do I stand in your heart?"
From the other end of the phone came the sound of Xi Nanfeng almost dropping his phone in frustration. Mo Qian held the handset away from his ear for a moment, letting the outburst die down before continuing, "Tell Ye Cheng, tomorrow night at the Zimei Club VIP room, we’ll meet up."
"Old Mo, you can’t treat me ! Are you intentionally trying to make me feel irrelevant? Am I really this invisible to you..."
The voice on the phone abruptly cut off as Mo Qian hung up.
At this moment, the two maids brought the gift boxes down and placed them on the coffee table.
When Ji Wei glanced up, she noticed Mo Qian putting his phone back into his pocket and striding toward them on his long legs.
Ji Wei leaned closer to Old Madam Ji with joy in her voice as she said, "Grandma, Mo Qian specially brought you a gift. Would you like to take a look at it now?"