Chapter 129: The Apology

The next morning, the villa’s front door was knocked on.

Fu Wenzhou, wearing a pink Peppa Pig apron, went to open the door. Upon seeing the visitors, his expression immediately darkened, and without a word, he shut the door firmly.

“Fu Wenzhou! What do you mean by this?” Gu Bai pounded on the door and shouted, “Man, are you seriously not letting me into your house anymore?”

He shouted until his throat was hoarse, but no one opened the door.

Helplessly, he glanced at the two men behind him. “What now?”

Xu Zezhan rolled his eyes at him and then pressed the doorbell. “Fu Wenzhou, we’re here to apologize to your sister-in-law.”

The mention of “sister-in-law” really worked.

The door finally opened.

Fu Wenzhou’s face was cold. “She almost broke up with me yesterday! And you have the nerve to come here?”

Shen Guannan cleared his throat. “We were in the wrong yesterday. We drank too much and lost control. That’s why we came today to apologize in person.”

Xu Zezhan added, “So, um, can we come in first?”

Fu Wenzhou gave them a sharp glance. “I’ll ask Yuzu.”

Gu Bai was stunned. “You can’t even decide that?”

Fu Wenzhou’s expression was calm. “No, I can’t.”

With that, he closed the door again. The three stood shivering in the cold wind for a full fifteen minutes before the door was finally opened from inside, almost as if a mercy.

Gu Bai rubbed his freezing arms, gritting his teeth. “Song Qingyu did this on purpose.”

Xu Zezhan gave him a sidelong glance. “Say that to her face if you have the guts.”

Gu Bai bared his teeth. “I will. To her face. Think I don’t dare?”

Inside the living room, Song Qingyu sat on the sofa, dressed in a simple yet elegant cheongsam. Her beauty was ethereal and refined, radiating a cool and noble aura. Just a faint glance made Gu Bai and the others inexplicably uneasy.

Song Qingyu seldom looked at them with such an expression. Though she seemed proud and aloof before, she had always treated those around Fu Wenzhou fairly well.

This was the first time Gu Bai and Xu Zezhan had seen this side of her.

For a while, none of them spoke.

Gu Bai suddenly understood why Fu Wenzhou was so obedient.

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Song Qingyu set down her teacup and wiped her lips with a handkerchief. “Fu Wenzhou said you came to apologize?”

Gu Bai quickly nudged Xu Zezhan. “Speak up!”

Xu Zezhan smiled with a gentlemanly grace. “We were indeed at fault yesterday. Please be magnanimous and don’t be angry with Fu Wenzhou and us.”

Shen Guannan handed over some documents. “Here is a plot of land on Huaihai Road, a small token of our sincerity.”

Their social status was not inferior to Song Qingyu’s. In the past, such a minor incident would hardly have warranted an apology, let alone a generous gift.

The sons of wealthy families were often somewhat arrogant.

But as Fu Wenzhou’s friends, they knew how much she meant to him.

Since she was their friend’s wife, they naturally had to come and apologize if they had done wrong.

Song Qingyu’s brows were calm as she opened the documents. The land was now highly sought after and worth a fortune. These three had indeed spent some money.

She looked up. “Is this compensation?”

“Of course,” Gu Bai said. “If you have any other requests, just say it. As long as you and Fu Wenzhou don’t quarrel over this.”

Song Qingyu paused.

Apparently, they didn’t know she and Fu Wenzhou had already reconciled.

She smiled faintly. “Gu Bai, let me introduce you to a girlfriend.”

The abrupt change of topic caught Gu Bai off guard. “What?”

Xu Zezhan’s face suddenly turned cold, offering a forced smile. “Since when did sister-in-law become a matchmaker?”

Song Qingyu smiled softly. “I’ve always had a side job.”

Gu Bai’s reflexes finally caught up, and he cheered. “Who is she? Is she pretty? Hot figure?”

“Pretty and hot,” Song Qingyu glanced at Xu Zezhan and smiled wider. “Want me to send you her WeChat?”

Gu Bai, who loved beauties above all, quickly pulled out his phone. “Sister-in-law, you’re so kind.”

Xu Zezhan snatched the phone away. “Forgot you said you wouldn’t date this year because you lost at cards?”

Gu Bai groaned, trying to grab his phone back. “That was a joke, not serious.”

Xu Zezhan grimly grabbed Gu Bai’s collar and dragged him out. “Sorry, we have business to attend to. We’ll be leaving now.”

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Gu Bai shouted, “I haven’t even added her on WeChat yet!”

“Add your mother!”

Shen Guannan awkwardly smiled. “I’ll be going too.”

Song Qingyu nodded. After they left, she leisurely took out her phone and dialed a number.

“Aunt Shen, how have you been lately? …Mm, nothing much, I just heard you’ve been worried about Master Shen’s marriage? …Yes, I have dozens of candidates here. Would you like to see them? …Not too many, it’s good to look around when choosing a bride… Okay, I’ll send them to you later… Aunt Shen, don’t be so polite.”

Fu Wenzhou came out of the kitchen just as Song Qingyu ended the call.

He looked around the empty living room. “Where did they go?”

Song Qingyu brushed off her sleeves. “They left.”

“So soon?” Fu Wenzhou frowned.

That apology felt so insincere.

Song Qingyu asked, “What did you make?”

Fu Wenzhou’s attention shifted instantly, and his lips curved into a smile. “Your favorite—fish-flavored shredded pork.”

After dinner, Song Qingyu went to the office and worked until nearly ten at night.

Song Chang came to drive her, and she stood by the door waiting.

“Miss Song… you’re Song, right?”

Someone called out from not far away, the voice carried by the wind to Song Qingyu’s ears.

The voice sounded somewhat familiar.

She remembered—it was the girl from the bar.