Chapter 13: How Is This Any Different from a Public Execution?

“So what’s your decision? If you don’t agree, we’re leaving.” Mrs. Fu’s face was full of impatience.

“Come on, let’s go home. It’s not like we care about this money anyway. Honestly, I’d rather see them go to jail—that would be much more satisfying.”

The eyes of Bai Siqi and her mother shot daggers at Mrs. Fu, as if laced with poison.

This old shrew is really shameless. The Fu family is dirt poor, yet she has the nerve to act like she doesn’t care about the eight hundred yuan.

Heh, she probably couldn’t even come up with a hundred if she tried.

Song Yan’s expression wasn’t looking good either.

“Mom, just apologize to Siqi! Then we can go home.”

Mrs. Bai really didn’t want to agree. Just the thought of handing over that much money made her sick.

But she really didn’t want to go to jail.

With no other choice, she gritted her teeth and gave in. “Fine, I’ll apolo—”

Bai Siqi’s face turned pale, but the situation left her no choice.

In her heart, she hated Fu Mingxue to the core—why couldn’t that bitch have just drowned in that river?

Seeing the two of them finally give in, Song Yan let out a sigh of relief.

“We’ll do as you ask. Let’s sign and settle this.”

Fu Mingxue sneered, “You haven’t even transferred the money yet, and you haven’t apologized either. You want me to sign? Keep dreaming! Let me make it clear: if you miss even one of these things, it’s not happening.”

Song Yan hadn’t expected her to push for even more.

He tried to keep his anger in check. “The money’s at the credit union. I have to go withdraw it.”

“Then go get it! I’ll wait right here.” Fu Mingxue’s face was expressionless. “And don’t tell me I’m wasting your time. I’ve got time to spare.”

Seeing he couldn’t reason with her, Song Yan looked to Mrs. Fu.

But Mrs. Fu had a terrible impression of him now and wasn’t about to be nice.

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t look at me. My daughter’s right. If you want to settle this, then hurry up and do what you need to do. We’re not the ones begging for forgiveness—you’re the ones insisting on it. If you don’t hand over the money and we sign, what’s to stop you from backing out? Don’t waste time—either get it done or we’re leaving.”

Her words nearly made the Bai women faint with rage.

Song Yan’s face darkened even more.

“…I’ll go get the money now.”

Mrs. Fu added, “You’ve got half an hour. If you’re not back in half an hour, we’re leaving.”

As if other people’s time doesn’t matter! She was a busy woman.

Song Yan: …?

As soon as he left, the two families stood on opposite sides, glaring at each other like enemies.

Fortunately, Song Yan made it back before the half hour was up.

He handed the money to Fu Mingxue. “Count it. It’s exactly eight hundred.”

Fu Mingxue counted it right there… then nodded blankly. “Yep, eight hundred exactly.”

She stuffed it into her own pocket.

Seeing her actually take the money, the Bai women’s eyes turned red with anger.

“Now can we sign?” Song Yan asked.

“Not yet. They still have to come to my house and apologize. Didn’t I make that clear? Both parts are required.”

Bai Siqi was fuming. “Fu Mingxue, enough already—you’ve got the money. We’ll apologize.”

Mrs. Fu immediately stepped in front of Fu Mingxue protectively.

She glared at the Bai women. “Why are you yelling at my daughter? Like we said, you have to apologize. What, you’re already trying to back out before we’ve even left the police station? If you’re like this now, what’s to stop you from going back on your word once we’re out of here?”

“Officer, how about this: could you please bring the case file and come with us to my house to witness their apology? Once that’s done, I’ll sign and settle the case. How does that sound?”

The Bai women’s faces went deathly pale, eyes full of disbelief.

If the police came along—how would that be any different from a public execution?"