The Almighty Diva: Reborn to be Worshipped

"Husband!"

Zhou Ru cried out in shock.

When Ji Chuxing sensed the commotion behind her, she quickly sidestepped, avoiding the steel pellets from the toy gun. The pellets missed her and instead hit Wen Huaming and a young man who had just entered the room.

The sound of shattering glass came from the teacup in the young man's hand. As it broke, tea leaves and water splattered all over the floor.

Wen Huaming's arm was struck, his face darkening with fury. But Ji Chuxing paid little attention to him; her gaze lingered on the man in the wheelchair.

Hmm, he was strikingly handsome.

A man dressed in an elegant Tang-style robe, with prayer beads adorning his left wrist. His features were refined—sharp phoenix eyes, thin lips tinged faintly red—but beneath that serene exterior lay an icy detachment. Even seated in a wheelchair, he exuded an aura of authority that commanded respect.

At a glance, Ji Chuxing could tell his health was frail. Yet, despite his condition, she couldn't help but steal another look. He was undeniably captivating.

Wen Huaming clenched his teeth. "Wen Liyang!"

Ignoring the pain in his arm, he turned to the man beside him with deference. "Second Master, are you alright? Our child was being mischievous. I hope this hasn't caused you any distress."

Today had been their chance to secure a collaboration between the Wen family and the Bo family of North City—a deal that could elevate the Wen family's status immeasurably. If anything went wrong now, the loss would be catastrophic.

"Wen Liyang, get down here and apologize!" Wen Huaming barked.

This was the first time he'd spoken so harshly to his son. Wen Liyang flinched, realizing too late that he hadn't hit Ji Chuxing but instead struck his own father and a guest.

But the Wen family held considerable sway in South City. A broken teacup was nothing—they could easily afford to replace it. Besides, Wen Huaming had never laid a hand on him before.

Feeling emboldened, Wen Liyang pointed at Ji Chuxing. "It's her fault! If she hadn't dodged, I wouldn't have hit Dad and the guest!"

"Besides," he added arrogantly, lifting his chin, "it's just a teacup. How much did it cost? I'll pay double!"

Ji Chuxing decided to stay put, leaning casually against the staircase as she watched the Wen family scramble to clean up the mess.

From Wen Huaming's respectful demeanor toward the man, it was clear this was someone the Wen family couldn't afford to offend.

But...

Who exactly was this Second Master?

Her knowledge of those around her came solely from the original host's memories, which weren't extensive.

Wen Huaming's face darkened further. "Get down here!"

Zhou Ru finally caught on, frowning slightly before addressing her husband politely. "Husband, Xiao Yang didn't mean it. Xiao Xing, you should've been more careful. Now you've offended the guest. Go and apologize."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man in the wheelchair chuckled softly. His smile transformed his already handsome face, making it even harder for Ji Chuxing to look away.

Another unabashed admirer of beauty, Ji Chuxing couldn't resist stealing another glance. Wow, even better-looking up close!

Bo Yanchen noticed her lingering gaze but said nothing. Instead, he glanced at her briefly, amused by her lack of embarrassment.

Ji Chuxing thought smugly: *If I'm not embarrassed, then someone else will be.*

Bo Yanchen raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her boldness.

Behind him, Fang He, the man pushing his wheelchair, sneered coldly and shot Zhou Ru a disdainful look. "Child? Playing around?"

"Do you know what this teacup is?" Fang He continued icily. "It's one of the first high-quality items crafted for the British royal family four hundred years ago. It's the only one of its kind left in the world, valued at two billion yuan. Of course, the Wen family can afford to replace it."

Zhou Ru paled. Two billion yuan for a teacup? She'd never heard of such a thing!

Wen Liyang also realized the gravity of his mistake and froze in fear.

Wen Huaming had never imagined a simple glass teacup could carry such significance. But given the Bo family's prominence in North City, it wasn't entirely implausible. Everything about this man screamed luxury.

Though wealthy, the Wen family couldn't afford to squander opportunities like this.

Ji Chuxing, however, was momentarily speechless.

Two billion yuan...

Wasn't this the same type of glass teacup sold for twenty yuan at the supermarket? Or even two yuan at a rural wholesale market?

"Second Master…" Wen Huaming's voice faltered.

Bo Yanchen's gaze drifted briefly to Ji Chuxing, almost imperceptibly, before he chuckled lightly. "Young Master Wen, such impeccable manners."

His voice was smooth and unhurried, laced with casual indifference.

Wen Huaming's expression shifted uneasily.

Fang He spoke again, his tone cutting. "It was your son who broke my master's cup. What does it have to do with this girl? Your Wen family truly is peculiar."

Wen Huaming's face darkened further. Turning to Wen Liyang, he snapped, "Get down here and apologize!"

Trembling, Wen Liyang descended the stairs. "I… I'm sorry…"

With the spectacle over, Ji Chuxing lost interest in staying. Slipping her backpack over her shoulder, she walked out without a backward glance.

Hmm, that handsome man had inadvertently helped her.

Zhou Ru, sensing the visitor's importance, dared not speak further.

Bo Yanchen's lips curved into a faint, indifferent smile as he regarded Wen Liyang.

Though smiling, his presence still terrified Wen Liyang, whose legs trembled uncontrollably.

"It's just a child," Bo Yanchen said dismissively. "I won't hold it against him."

Wen Huaming breathed a sigh of relief and was about to invite Bo Yanchen to the study when the latter spoke lightly, "But judging by the young master's tone, it seems the Wen family looks down on my crippled body. There's no need for us to collaborate. Fang He, let's go."

"Yes, Master."

Wen Huaming's face drained of color. Hurrying to stop Bo Yanchen, he knew it was futile. Once Bo Yanchen made up his mind, no one could change it. And offending the Bo family was unthinkable.

This wasn't merely a failed collaboration—it could spell future trouble.

Back inside, Wen Huaming slapped Wen Liyang across the face.

A bright red handprint appeared on Wen Liyang's chubby cheeks. Stunned, he burst into tears moments later.

"Dad, you hit me!"

"It's just a cripple and a mute! Why did you hit me, waaah..."

This was the first time Wen Huaming had ever struck Wen Liyang.

Hearing Wen Liyang refer to Bo Yanchen as a cripple, Wen Huaming raised his hand again in anger.

Wen Xinyue, who had just returned, witnessed the scene and rushed to intervene. "Dad!"

Zhou Ru, shocked, hurried to shield her son. "Husband, Xiao Yang is just a child!"

Wen Huaming seethed. "Look at what you've taught him! Do you know who that man was? He's the Second Master of the Bo family from North City!"

"Isn't he just the Second Master of the Bo family…" Zhou Ru began, only to catch herself mid-sentence.

The Bo family of North City was a top-tier clan with centuries of history, unmatched by anyone. Each member of the Bo family carried immense influence.

Especially Bo Yanchen, a figure both revered and pitied. Born with a weak constitution, he was doted on by the old master, even more than his own children.

In all of North City and the Bo family, only he deserved the title of "Master."

Unfortunately, his illness worsened last year, confining him to a wheelchair. He had recently come to South City to recuperate.

Even if there were a thousand Wen families, they couldn't compare to the Bo family. In China, if the Bo family claimed second place, no other family would dare claim third.

Wen Huaming was heartbroken. "I finally managed to invite him, and we were close to a deal. But now, look at what you've done! Do you know that collaborating with the Bo family could skyrocket our status in South City? No one could match us!"

Zhou Ru hesitated, tears welling up. "But… Xiao Yang is just a child!"

"Besides," she added, "isn't it said that the Second Master of the Bo family has a short life expectancy and won't live past thirty? He… he lost both parents at a young age, and the old master dotes on him because of his poor health. He doesn't even have a say in the Bo family's affairs."

This was common knowledge. The Second Master of the Bo family was the favorite of the current head, Old Master Bo. Despite his good looks, he was born with a weak body, and doctors predicted he wouldn't live past thirty.

Even the best doctor in China, Shangguan Xu, had been treating him for over twenty years without success.

Wen Huaming sneered. "He's still the most favored grandson of Old Master Bo. With just one word from him, the Wen family will never have the chance to collaborate with the Bo family again!"

Still seething, Wen Huaming glared at his son. "Butler, lock the young master in the study for reflection. No dinner tonight!"

"Dad!"

Wen Liyang screamed, but he was eventually locked in the study.

Zhou Ru, unable to defy Wen Huaming, shed silent tears.

Wen Xinyue, who had just returned, tried to comfort her mother. "Mom, don't be sad. Dad is just angry right now. He'll calm down later. I'll talk to him. Dad won't really punish Xiao Yang; he's just scaring him."

Zhou Ru wiped her tears. "Good daughter, you're so understanding. You must persuade your father. He listens to you the most." Wen Xinyue nodded. "Don't worry, Mom. I will. But why did Xiao Yang make Dad so angry?"

Zhou Ru explained the incident. "If it weren't for Xiao Xing, things wouldn't have turned out this way! She's so disrespectful. Ever since she came back, bad things keep happening. If she were half as kind and understanding as you, I wouldn't have to worry so much."

Wen Xinyue comforted her. "Sister is just used to the countryside and hasn't adjusted yet. She might not have meant it."

"What do you mean she didn't mean it!" Zhou Ru, remembering Ji Chuxing's strange behavior, was furious. "I think she did it on purpose, trying to make my life difficult and not respecting me as her mother."

Wen Xinyue asked, "Where is Sister now?"

"Hmph! She went out. I don't care where she goes. She's got no skills but a big temper. Aunt Wen, close the door. If she doesn't reflect properly, don't let her back in. Let her continue living in the countryside!"

Wen Xinyue hesitated, seeing how upset her mother was, and didn't say anything further. She comforted her a bit and then went upstairs to find her father.