Chapter 326: Miss Shen doesn't seem to be sincerely apologizing.

Chapter 326: Miss Shen doesn't seem to be sincerely apologizing.

Fu Family Manor is a place that evokes a sense of solemnity, grandeur, and magnificence just from its name.

In a city where land is incredibly valuable, owning so many square meters of housing in such a place is inextricably linked to supreme power and wealth.

The arrival of Wen Jinye and Fu Yanjing made this place, which should have been cold, warm and welcoming.

The red carpet was laid out layer by layer, and the car drove through the last flower-covered arcade before stopping in front of the main building of the Fu Family Manor.

Because Fu Yanjing had instructed beforehand that Wen Jin also disliked overly elaborate ceremonies, the process of having dozens of servants in the manor stand in two rows, bowing and greeting each other warmly was waived.

Everyone was busy with their own things, and when they saw Wen Jinye, they greeted her naturally.

"Hello, Miss Wen."

The old man and the old woman held hands with Jin Ye, having endless things to talk about.

They wanted to get to know this girl who could make their grandson fall for her, and through this, they also wanted to get to know more about another side of Fu Yanjing.

The servants brought out the exquisitely presented dishes one by one and placed them on the table.

No one raised any pointed questions during the meal.

Even the usually stern-faced Emperor Fu Xianzong, knowing he wasn't good at casual conversation, simply kept his head down and ate.

When Qin Zhiyi talked about the newly planted hydrangeas in the back garden, her thoughts drifted back to the past.

"Don't let Ah Jing's cold and rascal-like appearance fool you. When he was little, he was innocent, carefree, and very lively. I've been growing hydrangeas for over twenty years. I've changed the varieties of flowers in the backyard again and again, but I've never changed the hydrangeas. It's because when he was little, he pointed at the flowers and asked, 'Is this the kind of hydrangea that people used to throw in ancient times?'"

With a warm feeling of reminiscence on her face, Qin Zhiyi mimicked Fu Yanjing's tone: "With so many in our courtyard, how many wives could I possibly marry?"

Wen Jin had never seen Fu Yanjing like that before, and could only imagine it through Qin Zhiyi's description.

She smiled, her eyes crinkling, and the dappled sunlight from the window danced on her fair face, radiating tranquility.

Fu Yanjing laughed along, "Can we stop talking about these embarrassing things? I only have this one wife now, and I had to go through a lot of trouble to win her back."

Qin Zhiyi gave Fu Yanjing a meaningful look, "So, today I'm accepting your 'embroidered ball'?"

Fu Yanjing made it clear: "I'm waiting for something better."

He was practically reaching into Qin Zhiyi's pocket.

She got up and moved, and soon brought out an old sandalwood box.

The box was handed to her by the old lady sitting next to the main seat.

The family heirloom is only passed down to the daughter-in-law.

The box was opened, and inside was not jewelry, but a jade bracelet.

It is a deep, vibrant green, almost entirely free of any other colors.

Wen Jin could tell that this water was very valuable just by looking at it.

She had no idea what the bracelet meant; she just felt that having such a valuable and fragile thing on her wrist would make her think twice before walking or swinging her arms.

She gently pushed the box with her soft fingertips. "Auntie, this is too precious for our first meeting. I can't accept it."

Qin Zhiyi simply took out the bracelet and examined it with her eyes. The size was almost a perfect fit for Wen Jinye's wrist.

It feels more like it was custom-made than if it were worn on my own wrist.

“Wearing it has nothing to do with its value; it’s the thought that counts.”

The sentiment is more important than anything else.

Wen Jin looked at Fu Yanjing for help.

The latter, quite satisfied, chimed in.

"Just keep it. This is only for the future daughter-in-law. Ordinary people can't even get it if they want it."

Wen Jin was instantly enlightened.

The warm, smooth jade bracelet swayed on her wrist, appearing even more translucent in the light.

*

When Shen Jinzhao saw Wen Jinye's reply, he almost jumped up.

OI!

Meeting an old friend in a foreign land!

Is this what true sisterhood is?

And now, surprisingly, he's also in Hong Kong.

However, that joyful heart was quickly extinguished by Shen Weilai's slap.

"Behave yourself, can't you act like a proper young lady?"

Shen Weilai's face was grim. He lowered his voice and warned through gritted teeth, "Let me tell you, you'd better be sincere later and get Mr. Zhao's forgiveness, otherwise I'll pretend I don't have a daughter like you!"

Shen Jinzhao: "You should have said it was such a good thing earlier! Then I would have turned around and left."

Shen Jinzhao was most annoyed by Shen Weilai's attitude and deliberately contradicted him.

She turned away defiantly, just wanting to make Shen Wei feel bad.

Unexpectedly, just as she turned around and strode confidently forward, the door in front of her was suddenly pushed open.

Zhao Jinming was dressed in a suit and tie, so proper and serious that it seemed as if he had rushed over from the conference room, and even his hair was combed meticulously.

He was in a completely different state than when Shen Jinzhao saw him in Jiangbei.

She stood there, frozen for two seconds.

But Zhao Jinming casually lifted his eyes and said, "Miss Chen, we meet again."

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

The word "again" was deliberately emphasized and slowed down.

Shen Jinchao's face immediately showed embarrassment.

After all, back in Jiangbei, she played the fool to the extreme, even going so far as to bring up—

She adored his lies, lies so outrageous they could strike the heavens at one's ancestral grave.

I just wanted her to enjoy the performance.

Now, when the boomerang comes back, it still hurts terribly.

Shen Jinzhao closed his eyes briefly, "Mr. Zhao... Mr. Zhao."

Shen Weilai walked over with a fawning expression, bent down and shook hands with Zhao Jinming.

He doesn't seem like the kind of person who almost became his father-in-law at all.

“Young Master Zhao, I am truly sorry for the damage to the Zhao family’s reputation caused by my daughter’s elopement. I have spoiled this child since she was a child, and she does things without any sense of proportion. However, after my serious criticism and deep reflection, she has realized her mistake.”

"Well, as soon as my injury healed, I brought her here to apologize to you."

Shen Weilai's previous words were extremely hypocritical, but his last sentence revealed some sincerity: "It is truly a pity that the Shen and Zhao families cannot form a marriage alliance. Young Master Zhao, she sincerely apologized. If you forgive her, although we cannot form a fraternal alliance, treating her as a younger sister would be a way to fulfill this destiny."

Even at this point, they still couldn't resist trying to curry favor with the Zhao family.

Was the purpose of having Zhao Jinming recognize her as his younger sister to further enhance her image as a "rebellious daughter" in the eyes of the outside world, so that he could go out and swindle people and sell himself for a better price?

Idiot.

Shen Jinzhao cursed inwardly.

A slight look of disdain naturally appeared on his face.

Shen Weilai's long and eloquent speech left him almost hoarse.

Zhao Jinming, on the other hand, put on a nonchalant and easy-going demeanor, but in reality, he wasn't paying any attention at all.

He was distracted and his gaze fell on Shen Jinzhao's half-lowered face, capturing all her little movements.

"A sincere apology?"

Zhao Jinming's voice was as cold as jade, "Wasn't she just leaving?"

He's always eager to stir up trouble; he clearly knew everything all along, yet he pretended not to know anything.

"Forced relationships are never sweet, and Miss Shen showed no sign of wanting to apologize."

He had a half-smile on his face, and Shen Wei couldn't figure out what Zhao Jinming was thinking.

He could only push Chen Jinzhao again, "How could that be? Jinzhao, say something quickly."

Shen Jinchao bit her lip.

Actually, I had prepared a speech before I came.

But when it really comes down to it, for some reason, seeing Zhao Jinming reminds me of the scene where I pretended to be crazy.

I felt inexplicably embarrassed, and my scalp tingled.

Instead, he couldn't utter a single word.