After handing it over to the system, the three brothers knelt down and begged for forgiveness

The box exudes an ancient and mellow atmosphere, and the surface is carved with delicate and exquisite patterns, as if telling the story of time.

Mr. Fang solemnly took the box and slowly handed it to Nan Qiao. He said in a steady voice, "Miss Nan Qiao, although this thank-you gift is not priceless, it represents the heartfelt gratitude of our Fang family."

"Inside this box is a necklace made of South Sea pearls. Each pearl is round and full, emitting a soft and charming luster, like the bright stars in the night sky."

"This necklace is of great significance to our Fang family. It bears witness to the passage of time and the depth of our friendship. Now I give it to you, and I hope you will accept it. It is our Fang family's small reward for saving your life."

Nan Qiao looked at the exquisite sandalwood box, her heart filled with surprise and emotion.

She quickly waved her hand and declined, "Mr. Fang, this is too valuable. I can't accept it. I saved people out of instinct, not for any reward."

But Mr. Fang insisted, "Miss Nan Qiao, you saved Xu Yao's life. We in the Fang family must repay this favor."

"This necklace may be just an ornament to you, but to me, it represents a promise and gratitude. Please accept it."

Fang Xuyao ​​also echoed, "Little beauty, just accept it. This is my grandfather's treasure, he usually doesn't want to take it out."

"If you don't accept it, he will definitely feel bad."

Nan Qiao felt conflicted as she looked at Mr. Fang's sincere eyes and Fang Xuyao's nonchalant yet expectant expression.

Her fingers gently stroked the sandalwood box, feeling the delicate texture, as if she could touch the traces of time.

After hesitating for a long time, she finally took the box gently. At that moment, she seemed to be able to feel the heavy emotions carried by the box.

"Well, Mr. Fang, I'll accept this gift. But if I have the chance in the future, I will definitely choose a gift for you."

Nan Qiao's voice was soft but firm, and her eyes flashed with gratitude.

Mr. Fang smiled with satisfaction and said, "Good, good girl. I believe you are a blessed person."

At this moment, Fang Xuyao ​​suddenly approached Nan Qiao mysteriously.

He lowered his head slightly, a wicked smile on his lips, and said in a low voice: "Hey, little beauty, do you know the origin of this gift? This is actually my grandmother's thing. She was originally going to pass it on to the daughter-in-law of the Fang family, but today I'm giving it to you for free."

After saying that, he winked at Nan Qiao, as if he was teasing her.

Nan Qiao's cheeks flushed slightly after hearing Fang Xuyao's words. She looked at the box in her hand with some surprise, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

She didn't expect that this gift had such a special meaning, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fang Xuyao ​​found Nan Qiao's bewildered look very amusing.

He straightened up, crossed his arms over his chest, and continued teasingly, "How is it? Do you feel a lot of pressure? But don't be too nervous. This is just a gift. It represents our Fang family's gratitude to you."

"As for the rest, don't think too much about it."

Nan Qiao calmed herself down, raised her head and looked at Fang Xuyao, a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.

"Fang Xuyao, don't talk nonsense. I will cherish this gift, but I won't feel any burden because of it. I saved people just out of instinct, not for any reward."

Fang Xuyao ​​looked at Nan Qiao's determined eyes and couldn't help but admire her more.

He shrugged and said, "Okay, I'm being nosy. But remember, if you have any trouble in the future, just come to me. I'm not an ungrateful person."

After saying that, he turned and walked to Mr. Fang, his face returning to its nonchalant look.

Nan Qiao sat in the ward for a while, but felt so embarrassed that she decided to go back.

Mr. Fang originally wanted to take her home personally, but Nan Qiao didn't want to trouble an old man in poor health.

Finally, Mr. Fang asked his special assistant to send her home.

After the two left, only the grandfather and grandson were left in the ward.

Fang Xuyao ​​looked at his grandfather with a puzzled look on his face and asked in confusion, "Grandpa, why do you call Nan Qiao Miss Nan Qiao? Even if she is my savior, given your age and status, you shouldn't show her such respect."

Mr. Fang narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of mystery in his expression.

He stroked his beard and said slowly, "You don't understand. Nan Qiao has a special identity."

"That girl is not simple. If I tell you about it, it will scare you to death."

Fang Xuyao ​​became even more curious and asked, "Grandpa, what's so special about it? Don't keep me in suspense."

Mr. Fang just smiled mysteriously, "It's not the time to tell you now. When the time comes, you will understand. But remember, don't be rude to her."

Fang Xuyao ​​was full of doubts, but he could only curl his lips helplessly, "Tsk, if you don't want to say it, forget it."

Nan Qiao returned to the villa in Xingmeng Bay. Just after she sat down on the sofa for a while, she heard a knock on the door.

Aunt Zhang quickly opened the door, and Nan Qiao looked up to see Lin Yue's face full of worry.

Her eyes were filled with anxiety. She quickly walked to Nan Qiao and said anxiously, "Miss Nan Qiao, were you hurt anywhere in the fight with Lan Xuxue?"

As he spoke, Lin Yue gently pulled Nan Qiao's hand and carefully checked each finger, fearing that there would be any scratches.

Then, she gently lifted Nan Qiao's arm and slowly turned it, observing whether there were any signs of sprain.

Her eyes were focused and serious, as if she was examining a precious treasure.

Then, Lin Yue squatted down and carefully examined Nan Qiao's legs, gently stroking her knees and calves to make sure there was no redness, swelling or broken skin.

As she examined her, she gently asked Nan Qiao if she felt any pain anywhere. "Miss Nan Qiao, does it hurt here? And here?"

Every question was filled with concern. After checking her limbs, Lin Yue moved closer to Nan Qiao and carefully examined her face, gently parting her hair to check if there were any injuries on her forehead.

Her eyes were full of heartache, as if Nan Qiao's minor injury was a big deal.

"Ms. Nan Qiao, please don't be so impulsive in the future. What if you get hurt?" Lin Yue's voice was gentle and worried.

"I understand, Sister Lin Yue."

Nan Qiao, however, was not at all affected by the fight. Instead, she excitedly said to the two of them, "Uncle Zhao Gang, Sister Lin Yue, you don't know, I was really good at fighting today!"

"I slapped Lan Xuxue hard and even got into a fight with her little followers. Even though they were outnumbered, I didn't suffer any loss at all."

Her eyes sparkled, as if she were telling a wonderful adventure.

"I was like an angry little lion. No one could bully Xiaoxuan and me."