When Zhu Jianian heard Mo Qian’s voice, her whole body trembled.
If this continues, it will only make Mo Qian’s impression of her worse and worse. By then, the Zhu Family will truly have no room for recovery!
Zhu Jianian let go of Nan Huiru’s hand, hurriedly took a few bills out of her bag, walked forward, and forcibly stuffed them into the maid’s hand. Then she said gently, "Take this and buy some bruise ointment to apply. Can you forgive me?"
The maid was stunned by Zhu Jianian’s behavior, staring blankly at the money in her hands and instinctively nodded.
After all, she is a Miss from the Zhu Family — does a servant like her dare not forgive?
Zhu Jianian smiled slightly and turned to Ji Wei: "Miss Ji, did you see that? She has forgiven me. No need for me to keep apologizing, right?"
Seeing Zhu Jianian’s slightly smug expression, the maid suddenly mustered courage and spoke up: "Actually, Miss Zhu, the person you should be apologizing to isn’t me, but the lady of the house. The lady is kindhearted, please stop provoking and targeting her."
The lady had stood up to seek justice for her; she couldn’t betray the lady!
Zhu Jianian was furious but didn’t dare lose her temper, her nails dug into her palms.
"Then apologize to Weiwei," Mo Qian’s voice suddenly rang out, causing Zhu Jianian’s heart to sink further.
"Mo Qian, don’t make things hard for Jianian," Nan Huiru interjected in support.
Mo Qian’s expression was cold, his thin lips pressed tightly together, conveying that this matter was not up for discussion.
Zhu Jianian looked at the two people standing together in front of her, her eyes filled with a painful sting. Despite her extreme unwillingness, she could only grit her teeth and tremble as she said, "I’m sorry."
In her heart, she was filled with hatred and grievance, secretly vowing that the humiliation she endured today would one day be repaid in full!
How could Ji Wei not see the hatred stirring in her eyes? With a mocking laugh, Ji Wei said, "Miss Zhu, your apology doesn’t seem sincere. I don’t accept it."
All of Zhu Jianian’s patience finally snapped at this moment. She yelled angrily, "Ji Wei, don’t go too far! I’ve apologized to you—what more do you want? Just because Mo Qian is backing you, you think you can do whatever you want?"
Ji Wei remained unfazed and naturally reached out to loop her arm around Mo Qian’s. Her bright red lips parted slightly: "My husband supporting me—what’s wrong with that?"
Mo Qian lowered his gaze to look at the woman beside him, the corner of his brow raising slightly.
Calling him husband so affectionately in front of everyone—he rather enjoyed it.
When Mo Qian turned to look at Zhu Jianian again, his eyes were icy cold: "Since Miss Zhu lacks sincerity, I don’t see the need for an apology anymore. The Zhu Family is already in decline. Miss Zhu, go home and explain clearly to your family. Make plans sooner rather than later. When you receive the property liquidation notice, don’t blame me for not warning you."
"Mo Qian, no!" Zhu Jianian’s pupils contracted sharply, shouting in panic.
Mo Qian had no intention of wasting another word with her, holding onto Ji Wei as he walked away.
Behind them, Zhu Jianian had completely lost control, kneeling on the ground and madly kowtowing: "Miss Ji, I was wrong, I apologize, I truly know I was wrong! Please forgive me—don’t let the Zhu Family go bankrupt, please don’t..."
But Mo Qian and Ji Wei’s steps didn’t stop, nor did they look back even once.
"Mo Qian! Mo Qian! You can’t do this to the Zhu Family—it’s all my fault! Let me bear it all, I beg you, spare the Zhu Family!"
"Jianian, get up and talk—don’t kneel!"
"Mo Qian, you really can’t treat me , nor the Zhu Family!"
Ji Wei was led by Mo Qian toward the direction of the main gate.
"Where are we going? Aren’t you going back to greet the guests?"
"Grandmother suddenly wants to eat the osmanthus cakes sold nearby; I plan to go buy some for her," Mo Qian said as he looked at her.
Ji Wei understood and nodded.