How could she dare to sit down peacefully again?

She knew that if she didn't show any concession or apology at this time, it would probably anger the other party even more and make the situation even more embarrassing.

After pondering for a moment, Su Qiulu stood sideways, her face as pale as paper, and she forced a smile, but the smile looked very forced against the backdrop of her trembling lips.

"I misunderstood you before, and I will never wrong you again... Well, this ring is for you."

Her voice was low and weak, almost as if she was talking to herself, but she still tried hard to make Wen Zhu hear clearly.

She slowly took off the red gold ring on her hand, her movements were a little stiff, and her fingers trembled slightly.

Then, she carefully handed it to Wen Zhu, with a hint of pleading and expectation in her eyes.

Wen Zhu hesitated for a moment, his eyes moving back and forth between Su Qiulu and the ring, obviously a little surprised by this sudden gift.

Then, she lowered her head and took it, a faint smile on her lips, "Young Madam, you are so polite. Since you are willing to give it to me, I can't refuse it. I will respectfully obey your command."

Her tone sounded both humble and a little sarcastic.

Su Qiulu quietly looked at Fu Yu and found that his expression had relaxed a little and his brows were no longer furrowed. She then secretly breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the chair.

Her heart was still pounding, afraid that she would accidentally offend him again.

The Duke's wife's face showed a hint of fatigue, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. Then she turned to Madam Mei and ordered, "Please send someone to inquire about the Duke's condition."