Chapter 92: A Little Something Strange
“This is my granddaughter.” Chi Lisen placed a hand on Chi Qian’s shoulder and sneered, “How old do you think she looks?”
Definitely not fifty.
And she was a girl?!
The man: “……”
Wait, hadn’t he thought earlier it was odd—his boss was only in his twenties, so how could he have a fifty-year-old ‘nephew’?
That was… more than a little ridiculous.
After a moment of awkward silence, he forced a laugh. “Haha, well, age and gender don’t matter—what counts is the thought!”
Chi Fengxiao rolled his eyes. “If he can mess up something this simple, no wonder one day the Atlantic Ocean will dry up—probably because his brain sucked it all in.”
Chi Chaoshen gave a precise evaluation: “Not old in age, but brainstem’s already degenerating.”
Chi Muze: “Idiot.”
The man kept silent, clearly embarrassed.
Chi Lisen wasn’t pleased, but still asked Chi Qian: “Do you want to accept his gift?”
“Which uncle is this from?” Chi Qian asked curiously.
“Doesn’t matter. Someone who can’t even remember his own niece isn’t worth remembering,” Chi Lisen said coldly.
The man’s lips twitched, but he still didn’t dare speak.
Chi Qian: “Then I’ll accept it.”
She took the gift, ready to open the box, but suddenly felt something moving inside.
Thud!
The lid burst open, and something leapt out.
Everyone gasped.
Holy crap!
It was a giant carnivorous plant, its maw wider than a dinner plate!
The man, thinking it was his cue, hurried to explain: “This is a rare specialty from the Red Desert—a mutated man-eating plant with extraordinary intelligence. Among all flora, it has the most ferocious attack power. It’s the perfect guardian for your home!”
“Keep it by your pillow at night—if an intruder approaches, it’ll swallow them whole without even spitting out the bones!”
“Doesn’t that give you a strong sense of security?”
The Chi family: “……”
The guests: “……”
Who in their right mind would sleep with a man-eating plant by their pillow?! What if it ate them instead?!
What kind of hardcore gift was this?!
Chi Fengxiao muttered, “Even Kangaroos know to send Little Qian a bouquet of roses. But him? He sends… a man-eating plant.”
The man replied seriously, “Your opinion is noted. I’ll inform the boss. Next time, we’ll send them in a bouquet instead.”
“…No need for that.”
Chi Qian looked at the plant in the pot and said, “This little thing sure is… unique.”
Chi Chaoshen: “Unique? How so?”
“It gives off a sense that its head and butt are reversed.”
“Hahahahahaha!” Chi Fengxiao burst into laughter. “Perfect description, Qian Qian!”
The man tried to defend his boss. “Our boss picked this gift very carefully. Sure, it’s a little ugly, but it’s practical—an absolute must-have for the home!”
“Especially for single women living alone. With one of these, whether it’s a burglar or a stalker, it’ll chomp them down in one bite—no need to even deal with the body afterwards!”
The man-eating plant nodded eagerly, then opened its enormous jaws and lunged at Chi Qian’s head, demonstrating its usefulness.
Before anyone could react, its gaping maw had already swallowed up Chi Qian’s head.
Chi Lisen’s brow twitched, and he was just about to raise his hand to stop it.
The next second, Chi Qian grabbed the flower stem with one hand, squeezed tight, and smiled sweetly: “This flower clearly hasn’t gone through proper service training. But that’s okay—I’ll teach it how to be a good, good flower.”
For example, whenever it saw her, it had to shout “Long live!”
Otherwise, that huge mouth of its would just be going to waste!
The man-eating flower squirmed helplessly in her grip, twisting so hard it looked like it was doing disco moves right there in its pot.
Human children are terrifying QAQ!
The man’s scalp prickled. He suddenly had the uneasy feeling that his boss’s little niece wasn’t some ordinary kid.
This was the only mutated man-eating flower in the Red Desert—the leader of all other carnivorous plants.
When they harvested it, they’d nearly gotten their heads bitten off.
And yet this little girl… went straight for its weak spot the second she laid hands on it.
No doubt about it—she really was the boss’s niece. 9 out of 10, but 6 out of 6 for sure.
The man quickly hurried back to the helicopter with his tail between his legs, afraid this man-eating flower would end up being returned.
Chi Qian studied the flower with its oversized face. She found it rather novel.
She’d never seen something quite so ugly before.
Chi Fengxiao looked at it with disgust. “Qian Qian, this thing isn’t even fit to be kept as a potted plant. Why don’t we just throw it away?”
That weirdo’s gift was as strange as he was—bizarre and freakish.
Chi Muze frowned. “What was our little brother thinking, giving such a dangerous thing to a child?”
Chi Chaoshen: “He thought Qian Qian was fifty this year.”
Chi Muze: “……”
Suddenly, Chi Qian’s eyes lit up. “Uncles, I just had an idea!”
All three uncles turned to look at her.
Chi Qian picked up the potted plant, set it on the lawn, then shoved a watering can into its gaping maw.
She smacked its big face. “Hold it tight. Now spin!”
The man-eating flower: “……”
So it spun—turning into a fully manual sprinkler system.
Chi Qian was very satisfied. “From now on, your job is to water the lawn. If I ever catch you slacking off, I’ll pluck off every single petal.”
The man-eating flower: !!!
The speed of its spinning doubled, whirling its head like crazy, thrashing as if its life depended on it.
Chi Qian even provided work music for it:
🎵 Folding paper cranes, tying red ribbons, may good people always have good fortune… 🎵
Everyone present—both people and flower—fell silent.
Somehow, they felt that compared to the flower, she was the truly terrifying one.
After the birthday banquet ended, the Chi family gathered inside the villa.
In the “longevity noodle qualification battle,” Chi Muze had defeated Chi Chaoshen and won the right to make Chi Qian’s birthday noodles.
Chi Fengxiao: “? Wait, why was I eliminated before I even got a chance to compete?”
His cooking wasn’t bad either, okay!
Chi Chaoshen was blunt: “Younger brother, stay out of it.”
Chi Fengxiao: #%￥#*!
Chi Qian didn’t get involved in her uncles’ quarrels. She turned instead to her grandfather.
Chi Lisen was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, speaking on the phone. The light of the crystal chandelier outlined his tall, commanding figure—the strongest pillar of this family.
Whenever she saw her grandfather, Chi Qian felt a deep sense of peace.
And an equally strong urge to stir up trouble.
“Is it handled? Mm, good. Once Qian Qian’s birthday ends at midnight, move forward. I want them to spend the rest of their lives behind bars.”
Suddenly, Chi Lisen sensed someone nearby.
“Who’s there?”
He turned—and saw Chi Qian perched against the wall, ear pressed close, eavesdropping. His brow twitched.
If his heart weren’t so strong, she would have given him a coronary by now.
“Chi Qian, what are you doing up there?” he asked, voice low.
Chi Qian blinked innocently. “I saw Grandpa was on the phone, and I didn’t want to disturb you, so I tried to sneak past quietly.”
Chi Lisen: “And that’s what you call sneaking?”
“Grandpa, don’t sweat the small details.”
Chi Lisen: “……”
“You came looking for me?” he asked again.
Chi Qian nodded rapidly like a pecking chick. “Grandpa, come quick, I have something to say!”
She dragged him back into the dining room, coughed twice, and made an announcement:
“Grandpa, uncles, thank you all for putting together such a wonderful birthday banquet for me. Now, I have a surprise for you!”
Chi Fengxiao: “What is it, what is it?”
“First, I need to change clothes!”
“You brought your own costume? What kind?”
Chi Qian thought for a moment, then said with certainty: “A beast-tail outfit, tight-fit, apron with straps, and one of those cute off-shoulder dresses!”
