My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 110

Chen Li swung a slap at Yang Qi, but before her hand could connect, he countered with a backhand slap of his own across her face.

Chen Li stared at Yang Qi in disbelief, her mind reeling. How could he be so skilled? I’m a Martial Artist, and a strong one at that, yet he struck first despite moving second! And he actually dared to hit me? Me, the young heiress of the Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall? My father is Chen Tiequan, the master of the hall!

"You! You dare to hit me?" Chen Li stammered, completely stunned.

"Shrew," Yang Qi said with a disdainful glance, then took Ye Qianqian’s hand and walked into the hotel.

「The ballroom on the second floor.」

The venue was decorated with true extravagance. The men were mostly in suits, while the women wore elegant evening gowns, each more beautiful than the last. In this setting, Yang Qi’s attire stuck out like a sore thumb; some people probably would have believed he was a beggar. After all, this ball was hosted by Fan Jian, the grandson of Kang City’s wealthiest man, so the guests were naturally all prominent figures. Young masters and ladies from esteemed families were everywhere.

Fan Jian himself was not in a suit. He was dressed in casual clothes, but the outfit was still worth several million. If anyone else had worn it, they might have been called shabby, but on Fan Jian, it drew an endless stream of flattery. The women surrounding him watched with eyes full of desire and greed. Standing at 1.8 meters tall, Fan Jian was quite handsome with his slicked-back hair and overly manicured appearance. He possessed a certain charm. This, combined with the so-called noble temperament cultivated from childhood, made him quite effective at deceiving naive young women. But for some reason, Ye Qianqian wouldn’t take the bait, which frustrated Fan Jian to no end.

"Young Master Fan, you’re truly Kang City’s number one bachelor!"

"Exactly! Handsome, rich, a graduate from a prestigious overseas university—you’re just too perfect!"

"Young Master Fan, you must do me the honor of sharing a drink with me!"

Socialites and heiresses alike flocked to his side to fawn over him, but Fan Jian simply played along with a hypocritical smile. The man was truly contemptible, insisting on pursuing Ye Qianqian even though she clearly wasn’t interested. According to his own creed, no woman in the world could refuse him. He had to conquer Ye Qianqian, use her until he was bored, and then toss her aside. That was his real goal.

The moment Fan Jian saw Ye Qianqian enter, his eyes lit up. He immediately strode over with a glass of wine, completely ignoring Yang Qi, who was standing right beside her.

"Qianqian, you’re here!" Fan Jian said, his voice brimming with excitement. "I prepared this entire ball just for you. Are you pleased with it?"

"Thank you," Ye Qianqian replied politely.

"Qianqian, let’s have a dance," Fan Jian said with a smile.

"No, thank you. I already have a partner," Ye Qianqian said, linking her arm through Yang Qi’s.

Only then did Fan Jian’s gaze finally fall on Yang Qi. Before this moment, it was as if Yang Qi were completely invisible to him.

"Well now! Where did this beggar come from?" someone jeered. "Ye Qianqian, this is just improper. Your family may have declined, but your maternal grandmother’s family is a major clan in the Provincial City. Surely you haven’t fallen this low?"

The comment was met with a chorus of derisive laughter. This brought a sliver of satisfaction to Chen Li, who was just walking in. Seeing Yang Qi lose face made her happy.

"Young Master Fan, he’s not just a beggar, he’s a lunatic," Chen Li said to Fan Jian, playing the victim. "He attacked me just now outside."

Fan Jian frowned and waved his hand. "Guards! Get this madman out of here. He’s ruining the mood for everyone!"

Just as the security guards were about to move, a woman walked over.

"Mr. Yang, it really is you! I thought I saw you earlier. Are you attending the ball as well?"

The woman was none other than Bai Yumei.

"It’s you," Yang Qi said, surprised. "You’re looking much better."

"The famous Bai Yumei? You actually know this beggar?" Chen Li asked in astonishment. Bai Yumei is a top-tier celebrity in Dragon Country, an absolute A-list star. How could she possibly know a beggar?

Bai Yumei smiled at Fan Jian. "Young Master Fan, could you do me a favor? He is my friend."

Fan Jian’s brow furrowed even tighter. "Miss Bai," he replied coldly, "you may be a celebrity, but in my eyes, you’re a mere entertainer. You want me to give you face? Your face means nothing here."

Bai Yumei froze, a flicker of embarrassment on her face.

"Well then, do I have any sway here?" a new voice suddenly called out, causing everyone to turn their heads in curiosity.

"Lin Qingxuan!"

"Miss Lin!"

"It’s Miss Lin of the Lin Family from Jingzhou!"

Seeing Lin Qingxuan, Fan Jian scrambled to greet her. The Lin Family of Jingzhou was one of the most powerful aristocratic families in all of Dragon Country; no one dared to offend Lin Qingxuan. The last person who tried, a man named Qin Tian, was not only eliminated, but his parents were forced to kneel and beg for her forgiveness. Such was the terrifying power of the Jingzhou Lin Family.

"Miss Lin, what brings you here?" Fan Jian asked with a sycophantic grin. Even as the grandson of Kang City’s richest man, he was less than nothing before Lin Qingxuan.

"Is my word worth anything here?" Lin Qingxuan asked nonchalantly.

"Of course, of course," Fan Jian said hastily. "Your presence here is an honor for the Fan Family. I’ll have this beggar thrown out immediately! I won’t let him spoil your evening!"

"You’re going to throw out my friend?" Lin Qingxuan retorted with a cold laugh. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Friend?

BOOM!

The word exploded in the minds of Fan Jian and the others. They were stunned. They had never heard that Lin Qingxuan had a male friend in Kang City.

"That’s impossible," Fan Jian stammered with a pained smile. "How could a man who looks like a beggar be friends with you?"

"Are you questioning my judgment?" Lin Qingxuan’s voice became dangerously cold.

"No, not at all! Of course not!" Fan Jian said hastily. He was seething with frustration. How could I have ever imagined this beggar-like man was actually connected to Lin Qingxuan?

Lin Qingxuan walked right up to Chen Li.

SMACK!

She slapped her hard across the face. "You dare to insult my friend? Let this be a lesson to you."

Chen Li didn’t dare make a sound. If it were anyone else, I might have fought back. But Lin Qingxuan... I would never dare to offend her.

"Qianqian, I don’t like this ball. Do you still want to stay?" Yang Qi asked, glancing at Ye Qianqian.

"If Brother Qi doesn’t like it, then I don’t like it either!" Ye Qianqian replied with a bright smile.

"Alright, let’s go."

Yang Qi turned and walked away. Lin Qingxuan and Bai Yumei followed him without hesitation, leaving the ballroom behind.

Once outside the banquet hall, Yang Qi looked at Lin Qingxuan curiously. "Qingxuan, what are you doing here?"

"What’s wrong? Afraid I’d interrupt your little date?" Lin Qingxuan shot back, her gaze landing on Ye Qianqian with obvious jealousy.

Yang Qi gave an awkward laugh. "Qingxuan, you misunderstand. This is my sister!"

"Sister?" Lin Qingxuan repeated, eyeing Ye Qianqian with skepticism. She shrugged. "Well, whether she is or isn’t, it doesn’t matter. I’m quite confident in myself. Anyway, it’s a good thing you’re here. There’s an antique auction on the third floor that I was planning to visit. Since you’re here now, let’s go together."

"Sure!" Yang Qi nodded.

"I want to go too!" Ye Qianqian insisted, tightening her grip on Yang Qi’s arm.