Rong Qi glanced down at the box on the table and scoffed. "You want me to return a gift?"
Mrs. Rong Sr. nodded, failing to conceal the greed in her eyes.
Nonchalantly, Rong Qi plucked a button from her sleeve and laid it on the table. "This is something I always carry with me. It's a small token, but it comes with great affection. Surely, you wouldn't mind accepting such a humble offering?"
The solitary button spun a few times on the table before coming to a stop. Mrs. Rong Sr. immediately became furious.
Wang Qing, whose face still showed signs of an injury, visibly twitched. "Little Qi, you're joking, right?"
"Absolutely not," Rong Qi replied, dead serious.
"You offer a mere button as a gift? Don't you worry about becoming the laughingstock? Remember, you are Mr. Ye's wife."
Rong Qi looked up, unbothered. "If anyone thinks it's not enough, let them make an offering on my behalf."
