Fu Ziqiu sprawled on the desk feigning death, his injured leg trembling from time to time.
Qin Ruan fondled the gift box by her hand, a smile in her eyes that seemed to be both there and not.
Inside the spacious reception hall, an eerie silence had fallen.
Fu Yinru walked over to his cousin, grabbed him by the collar, and hauled him up from his seat, dragging him to Qin Ruan's feet.
He said coldly, "Ziqiu, apologize to the third young madam!"
Fu Ziqiu looked at Qin Ruan timidly, licking his lips nervously, "Third young madam, Master, Dad! I'm sorry!"
Qin Ruan sat casually, a languid air about her, her glance nonchalantly sweeping over him, "I accept your apology, and I've also been at fault."
The only mistake she had made was getting drunk that day, revealing her true nature in front of the third master and signing an unfair treaty.
Fu Ziqiu misunderstood, hastily shaking his head and saying eagerly, "No, no, no! It's all my fault, you're not to blame at all."
