Dong Xiyun seemed to be waiting for Xie Qiao to speak. When she heard her words, she stood up immediately.
She bowed to Xie Qiao and said coquettishly, “Young Lady Xie, please be forgiving and forget about what happened earlier. It was all my fault.”
She even took a sip of wine.
After saying that, she walked directly to the opposite side. Her face was filled with fear and her hand that was holding the wine cup was trembling slightly.
In the end, he said to Xie Pinggang, “Young Master Xie, Young Master Xie, please forgive me. I know that I’ve made a mistake. I hope that you won’t be calculative with me.”
Xie Qiao opened her mouth.
She had learned a thing or two.
Xie Pinggang was listening to Xie Qiao’s words as he sat upright and amiably.
He was a little puzzled when a person suddenly appeared and spoke to him.
“Who are you? Why are you crying? Could it be that you lost your handkerchief? I didn’t find it. Go ask someone else,” Xie Pinggang was quite polite.
In that case, he would not be scary anymore, right?
With a “pfft” sound, Xie Qiao chuckled lightly.
Dong Xiyun was a little stunned at that moment.
The reason being she did not expect that Xie Pinggang…
Did not remember her!
That look in his eyes was obviously not an act!
She had met Xie Pinggang before and had even caused that incident. How could he not remember?! It made it seem like she could not forget him!
Dong Xiyun had thought that if she spoke to Xie Pinggang, even if he was a little angry and unwilling, he should also be a little unsettled. She did not expect…
Her breath was stuck in her throat.
“Brother, this is Young Lady Dong from our academy. She misunderstood that you bullied her earlier and everyone knows about it. She told me that she wanted to apologize to you,” Xie Qiao said slowly.
Then, she poured herself a cup of tea.
Xie Pinggang remembered now that Xie Qiao mentioned.
“It’s not a big deal. Don’t take it to heart,” Xie Pinggang was very generous.
He did not want to be calculative with this little girl.
Xie Pinggang did not hold on to her, nor did he comfort her with a smile. He was so straightforward and decisive. He looked very magnanimous.
Dong Xiyun forced a smile and retreated.
When Xie Qiao looked elsewhere, she happened to see the girl on the other side of Dong Xiyun.
She was actually staring straight…
At her eldest brother.
The maidservant behind her was dressed the same as Dong Xiyun’s maidservant. They should be a family.
That should be… Dong Xiyun’s sister?
Xie Qiao had heard that Dong Xiyun’s biological mother had passed away. She and her sister were brought up by her stepmother. Everyone in the academy said that this sister was crafty. She had coaxed her stepmother. She even said that the stepmother of the Dong family was vicious and tried to sow discord between the two sisters.
Dong Xiyun’s younger sister was not studying at the Royal Academy, but at the Gulan Academy.
At that moment, Xie Qiao had a vague guess.
Could it be that Dong Xiyun was targeting her eldest brother because… her younger sister…
Xie Qiao thought she might be overthinking it.
How old was this little girl?
She was two or three years younger than Dong Xiyun, at most… she was 14 or 15 years old?!
However, she had indeed been looking at her eldest brother the entire time, and she was even secretly peeking at him…
She would stare at him, then lower her head, her face flushed red, nervously taking a sip of wine. After a while, she let out a dry cough, straightened her neck, and looked left and right, as if she was afraid of being discovered.
It was somewhat impossible to be saying that she was not interested in her eldest brother judging by her reaction.
Xie Qiao also stared straight ahead. She had been discovered by the second daughter of the Dong family.
The little girl’s face instantly flushed and she choked on her saliva.
She kept coughing, causing many people around to look over.
“Sister, are you scared? Don’t be afraid. First Young Master Xie is a good person. Look, he didn’t make things difficult for me earlier. No need to be afraid of him,” Dong Xiyun said again.
