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Translated by Eve

Edited by Kara

Song Xuanhe had originally planned on heading over to Xiao Shenglin’s home right after Lunar New Year’s, but things hadn’t gone as he had wished.

——The morning of Lunar New Year’s Day, Song Jiabao, whose wounds had yet to fully heal, had followed his parents to visit the Song Family. He had told everyone about how Xiao Yuanmu had beaten him up. And then, Song Xuanhe had beaten him up again in front of everyone. That was why he had been delayed.

Back then, Song Jiabao’s parents had just finished paying their respects, so they had started to worm into Song Guochao and Li Nianan’s good graces. Song Xuanlin had been on the phone giving his New Year’s greetings, and Song Xuanhe had been sitting with Old Mr. Song. Because he had gotten up late, he had missed breakfast. That was why he had been eating some light refreshments, which had been specifically prepared for him.

The atmosphere had originally been pleasant. But, who knew what Song Jiabao had suddenly thought of? With his broken arm in a cast, he had turned to look at Song Xuanhe. His tone was light and speech slow. There was self-blame and grievance threaded through his words. “Xuanhe, I’m so sorry. I’ve always wanted to apologize to you face-to-face. I hadn’t paid attention to my words in the past and ended up offending Mr. Xiao. Although I’ve already paid no small price for this, I still feel guilty, especially after I had heard that Mr. Xiao and you have broken up. My guilt had grown exponentially upon receiving the news, and I had wanted to apologize to you immediately. But, the doctor had forced me to rest. That’s why things had been pushed back until now. You won’t blame me, right?”

“Why would he blame you?” Song Xuanhe had just eaten a bit of his bacon sandwich and had yet to swallow when he heard Song Guochao speak, “We didn’t approve of a man like Xiao Yuanmu to start with. It was your cousin who had been stubborn in liking him. It’s a good thing that they’ve broken up. Furthermore, Xiao Yuanmu had been ruthless towards you despite knowing that you are Song Xuanhe’s cousin. Just based on that, you can tell that he’s got a bad character. He doesn’t take my Song Family seriously. Song Xuanhe is the one who should be apologizing to you. Why should a victim apologize to his assailant? Now that you’ve mentioned it, Uncle will get justice for you. I will make him apologize to you in front of everyone here.”

“No, no, no, Uncle, I was the one in the wrong. How could I let Xuanhe apologize to me?” Song Jiabao’s face was filled with fear. However, when he turned to Song Xuanhe, one could see a look of hatred and self-satisfaction in his eyes. He glanced at Old Mr. Song with his peripheral vision, his expression changing slightly. He whispered, “Xuanhe, I’m so—”

“What are you apologizing to him for?!” Song Guochao interrupted. “He’s been spoiled rotten. That’s why, even though he’s already so big, he doesn’t understand that he has to apologize after doing something wrong. It’s perfect. This is an opportunity for him to learn to respect his elders. He has to change after making a mistake.”

“But…” Song Jiabao glanced at Song Xuanhe cautiously. He looked like he wanted to say something more but was hesitating like he was afraid of him.

“There are no ‘buts.’ Uncle will back you up. You, quickly apologize to him.” The latter sentence had been directed towards Song Xuanhe.

Song Xuanhe didn’t look up. He quietly continued to eat his food in an elegant manner. When the auntie brought over a hand towel, he had smiled and gave her his thanks as if Song Jiabao and Song Guochao’s conversation had nothing to do with him.

“Hurry up and apologize!” Song Guochao smacked the table as he shouted.

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