Chapter 21: Do I Have to Accept Your Apology?

Shen Xinluo complained, “Xiaolu, how can you be like this… I… I’ve already apologized to you.”

Here we go again. The white lotus only knows how to act innocent and pitiful. Honestly, it’s getting tiresome.

Bai Lu retorted directly, “Just because you apologize, I have to accept it? You pushed me down from such a height—I was unconscious for over half a month and nearly died. So you say it wasn’t on purpose, and I’m supposed to pretend nothing happened? I don’t even have the right to be angry?”

Shen Xinluo hurriedly shook her head, “No, no, that’s not it. Xiaolu, of course you have the right to be angry. But I truly hope we can be like we used to. Xiaolu, tell me—what should I do so we can go back to how things were?”

Bai Lu grinned, her smile chilling. “Simple. When we return to the set, at that same ski slope where you pushed me, you let me push you down. I promise I won’t be mad anymore—we’ll be just like before. How about that?”

Shen Xinluo was genuinely frightened. “Dad, Brother Fuqing, look at Xiaolu…”

“Enough!” Shen Yanghong, who was driving, sounded impatient. “You pushed your sister down—there’s no denying that. She has every right to be mad. For the time being, stop bothering her and let her calm down.”

Yu Fuqing turned around and said meaningfully, “Xinluo, if you want Xiaolu to forgive you and make up, it’s not enough to just talk. You need to show with your actions that you really feel sorry for her.”

Listening to this scumbag act like a saint was sickening.

She could barely stand any of the three people in the car.

Bai Lu closed her eyes, her tone stiff. “I’m dizzy. I want to sleep. Keep it down.”

She took some motion sickness pills and her mind fogged over. She drifted right back to sleep.

Yu Fuqing hadn’t seen Bai Lu in five years and had hoped to catch up with her during the drive. But thanks to Shen Xinluo upsetting her, now even Bai Lu ignored him. All the way, Yu Fuqing barely spared Shen Xinluo a good look.

Several times, Shen Xinluo tried to strike up a conversation, but he shot her down coldly, “Xiaolu’s resting. Quiet.”

Shen Xinluo looked at the already-sleeping Bai Lu beside her.

That face—no amount of secret plastic surgery could compare to such natural beauty. Shen Xinluo was so jealous she nearly blacked out.

Suddenly, she recalled her mother, Wu Liping’s words from the night before, and she smiled.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll ruin Bai Lu. There’s no way that wretched orphan will ever compete with you for Mrs. Yu’s title. Not only has the boss