The obedient girl glances up, and the tyrannical tycoon kneels down to pamper her.

Pei Youyou retorted fiercely, "Are you deaf?"

"Can't you speak loudly?" Xing Yanzhao was sitting down, but his eyes were disdainful.

"Speak louder, use the same bullying power you usually have." He raised his wrist, the minute hand on his black and gold watch pointing to the 27th or 28th. "Dinner starts at 6:30, you only have two minutes."

"Two minutes is not enough for an insincere apology. The twenty people here can pack up all your belongings and throw you out in less than half an hour."

"no sooner said than done."

The servants were all silent with fear.

Even the old man and woman in the old house sided with the eldest young master and his wife, and they would never dare to underestimate them again.

Special respect should be given to the eldest daughter-in-law.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the young master bullies others; he's the only one who can bully people.

Look at the second young mistress, she tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. If she doesn't apologize properly, the second young master will also be kicked out of the house.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Pei Youyou held it in for a long time, her face turning red.

"One minute left." Xing Yanzhao, like a debt collector pressing for his life, began to count down: "Fifty-nine, fifty-eight..."

After counting to fifty, Pei Youyou finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop counting! Isn't my apology enough? Luo Huai, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay?"

Xing Yanzhao: "Loud enough voice, but not sincere enough, forty-five, forty-four..."

"What exactly do you want?" Pei Youyou's eyes reddened, and she herself became aggrieved. "Luo Huai, are you mute? You need a man to stand up for you!"

Xing Yanzhao: "Why don't you get Xing Zhengyu to stand up for you too? Let's see if he dares."

Luo Huai: "Haven't others stood up for you enough?"

The two voices came one after the other.

They were all aimed at Pei Youyou's lungs.

Unlike Xing Yanzhao, Luo Huai did not possess the natural intimidation that Xing Yanzhao exuded even while seated. He stood up and looked at Pei Youyou's ferocious face with a gentle and mild expression.

Even when faced with a murderous gaze, she calmly met it.

"Over the years, haven't your father, mother, and brother stood up for you a lot? From kindergarten to junior high, haven't the boys in school stood up for you a lot?"

Pei Youyou was speechless.

“I’m not mute. I’m not saying anything because your apology wasn’t sincere.” Luo Huai took a step forward. She was taller than Pei Youyou, and her eyes were looking down at Pei Youyou.

There was no contempt.

Some remain calm.

He seemed not to get angry easily.

Pei Youyou appeared to be nothing more than a clown.

This demeanor infuriated Pei Youyou the most, and her repeated attempts to bully Luo Huai were like punching cotton.

Her eyes were red, and she was grinding her teeth.

I felt wronged and angry.

Luo Huai asked her, "What are you sorry for?"

Pei Youyou didn't want to admit it, but she had wronged Luo Huai in countless ways, and she had never admitted to any of them.

Which one isn't bigger than this?

If the computer breaks, just buy a new one; if the thesis is lost, just write another one.

Now, he's apologizing for something so trivial.

She stiffened her neck and remained silent.

Xing Yanzhao stood up: "Time's up."

With a gesture, the servants went upstairs in an orderly fashion.

Pei Youyou rushed forward and shouted at the servants, "What are you doing! How dare you! I am the mistress of this house, and you are just employees. Who gave you permission to touch my things? I am the eldest daughter of the Pei family!"

"Second Young Madam, you yourself said we're just employees, please don't make things difficult for us." The maid also looked troubled.

In terms of the true mistress of the house, it is Madam Xing, and then the eldest son's wife.

Seeing this, Pei Youyou couldn't stop them and instinctively went to find Xing Zhengyu.

Xing Zhengyu had already asked his mother to leave, fearing that he would help Pei Youyou and anger the old man and woman again.

Little did they know that this was exactly what Xing Zhengyu wanted.

Unable to find anyone, Pei Youyou was so aggrieved that tears streamed down her face as she watched helplessly as her clothes and jewelry were packed up and carried downstairs.

This is the kind of situation that will get you kicked out.

If the rich heiresses of Ningcheng found out, who knows how they would laugh at her behind her back.

If someone with ulterior motives reports this, we'll lose face big time.

"I was wrong, Luo Huai." Pei Youyou had no choice but to lower her head. Her eyes were red as she approached Luo Huai. "I'm sorry, I, I..."

She still found it difficult to speak.

Xing Yanzhao looked at the servants impatiently: "Hurry up."

It sounds like they're urging a maid, but actually they're urging Pei Youyou.

"I shouldn't have let someone deliberately damage your computer!" Pei Youyou shouted, tears streaming down her face again.

She was crying for herself.

Feeling wronged for oneself.

She actually apologized to Luo Huai, who used to be someone she could bully at will.

Xing Yanzhao did not stop the servants.

Pei Youyou looked nervous. "I've already admitted my mistake and apologized. Please put my things back!"

“Time has passed.” Xing Yanzhao sneered. “You don’t keep to the time, yet you expect me to follow the rules? That’s unreasonable.”

"You shameless scoundrel!" Pei Youyou was so frightened when she saw the other person suddenly walking over that she backed away repeatedly.

He slammed his back into Xing Zhengyu.

Xing Zhengyu reached out and put his arm around Pei Youyou's waist, embracing her like a hero rescuing a damsel in distress.

"Zhengyu-ge, where did you go just now!" Pei Youyou angrily punched him, then threw herself into his arms and sobbed, "Why did you take so long to come? They all bullied me."

"I'm sorry, Mom just called me urgently." Xing Zhengyu kissed her hair to comfort her.

"Brother, sister-in-law, Youyou has apologized. Please forgive us."

Xing Yanzhao reiterated, "It's too late."

Xing Zhengyu smiled helplessly and looked at Luo Huai: "Sister-in-law, I'm sorry. I'm apologizing to you, not on behalf of anyone else. We are husband and wife. If Youyou does something wrong, it's because I did something wrong. I should apologize too."

His eyes looked very sincere.

"sorry."

“Sorry is something you say all the time, it’s worthless.” Xing Yanzhao stood next to Luo Huai, clearly trying to boost his wife’s morale.

“Big brother,” Xing Zhengyu said, “I know you’ve always wanted me to move out and leave the Xing family. I wanted to leave when you came back, but I couldn’t bear to leave Mom and Dad, I couldn’t bear to see Mom cry, and Yu Rou too.”

“I just can’t bear to leave my family. My older brother may not have much affection for my parents and Yu Rou. I’ve lived here for 29 years, and I can’t just abandon so many years of feelings all at once. It’s my fault.”

“I will leave, but I don’t want my brother to use this method, using my sister-in-law as a cover.”

Xing Yanzhao sneered: "Sowing discord?"

Luo Huai's eyes darkened slightly, and he suddenly reached out and tugged at Xing Yanzhao's sleeve.

Xing Yanzhao immediately bent down and put his ear close.

He always subconsciously accommodated her.

Luo Huai said softly, "Never mind."

Xing Yanzhao turned his head to the side.

His cold, stern face suddenly loomed closer, and the tip of his high, straight nose gently touched the tip of Luo Huai's nose.

A subtle exchange of glances.

The man's eyebrows twitched slightly.

They are obviously asking why.

Luo Huai tugged at his sleeve again and whispered, "I'll tell you later."

The warm breath sprayed on his face, and Xing Yanzhao's expression softened instantly.

He grunted and straightened up, instructing the servants to put the things down and signaling everyone to leave.

"If you want to keep it, move it yourself." Xing Yanzhao grabbed Luo Huai's hand that was gripping his sleeve, holding it completely.

Luo Huai's body stiffened slightly.

"Going to the restaurant has made us late for dinner," she complained.

Luo Huai stared at their joined hands.

Her hands were small, and her entire palm was pressed against the man's palm, with only a tiny bit of her fingers showing, so she didn't even have to bend her fingers to hold him back.

A man's large hand is like a warm glove.

Unlike her brother Yuanzhou, who had to rub his hands together to warm her up.

“You can talk about it now,” Xing Yanzhao asked as they walked. “Why did you just stop?”

Luo Huai said, "If they really leave, people will say you're petty, making a mountain out of a molehill."

"I don't want people to talk about you like that."

She knows all too well what it feels like to be misunderstood and criticized.

It's like a mute person eating bitter melon.

Xing Yanzhao paused slightly.

It's over.

My heart started racing again without my permission.