Mrs. Zhuang saw Zhuang Chujiao entering the door, glanced at the people beside her, and her expression was somewhat displeased, "Didn’t I tell you to come back early?"

Zhuang Chujiao handed her down jacket to the servant beside her, stepped forward, and said with a smile, "Wasn’t it Uncle and Aunt who kept me chatting? They originally insisted that I stay for a night. But knowing Nuannuan was coming home for the New Year, I declined, didn’t I?"

As she spoke, she looked at Mu Yan, grinning as she asked, "Nuannuan, when did you arrive? Beijing is much colder than Upper City, and it even snowed these days. Coming here sure wasn’t easy."

Mu Yan looked at Zhuang Chujiao’s affectionate demeanor, and couldn’t help but be surprised. In just a few months, she had changed a lot, at least she had learned to hide her emotions.

It seems that during that time, she and her mother really had a hard time, otherwise how else could it force this spoiled young lady to bow her head.

However, there’s a saying that while the river may change its course, one’s nature is hard to alter; she absolutely wouldn’t harbor any good intentions.

Mu Yan smiled slightly, "Arrived last night, came here this morning. To be honest, Beijing is indeed quite cold, but with indoor heating, it’s still warmer than Upper City." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Everyone was surprised looking at Mu Yan; wasn’t she the one who used to ignore Jiaojiao? What was going on today?

Mrs. Zhuang was so happy that she couldn’t stop smiling; she knew that as long as Jiaojiao bowed her head, Nuannuan, being so sensible, would definitely let bygones be bygones.

In fact, Liang Rong and Zhuang Chujiao were really surprised by Mu Yan’s composure, which wasn’t what they expected.

Could it be that the incident where Jiang Jingheng’s people broke her leg dissipated Mu Yan’s anger?

Thinking of this, Zhuang Chujiao’s mood sank a bit; she still remembered the feeling of her bones fracturing, and those few months of recovery were truly torturous for her.

She wanted revenge, but she also knew the time wasn’t right; her family wouldn’t help her anymore, so she needed Mu Yan to jump first, and she would become the victim.

Mrs. Zhuang suddenly said, "Jiaojiao, you almost hurt Nuannuan last time. It’s the big New Year today, let’s settle all those grudges. Now, apologize to Nuannuan."

Zhuang Chujiao remembered that the old lady had once asked her to apologize to Mu Yan because she said something wrong; this wretched girl was always too proud, didn’t want her apology, and once made the atmosphere quite tense.

At that time, she had just come back, and everyone pampered her.

But now that she had been home for half a year, that novelty had worn off, and if she created trouble, the old lady surely wouldn’t be pleased.

However, Zhuang Chujiao waited for a moment, and Mu Yan merely looked at her calmly, without saying anything, seemingly waiting for her apology.

Seeing Zhuang Chujiao remain silent, Liang Rong coughed lightly and said, "Jiaojiao, what are you daydreaming about? Don’t you recognize your sister, hurry and apologize to her!"

Zhuang Chujiao snapped out of it and smiled, "I was just noticing how Nuannuan’s getting prettier, couldn’t help but look a few more times."

She looked at Mu Yan, sincerely saying, "Nuannuan, it was my mistake before. At that time, I was stubborn, thinking that with you back, Mom, Dad, Grandpa, and Grandma wouldn’t like me anymore, so I lost my mind and did wrong. Can you forgive me?"

Mu Yan looked a bit surprised at her, "What wrong did you do?"

Zhuang Chujiao looked ashamed, "I was upset and went to complain to Guan Chao; he misunderstood me and almost got someone to hurt you. I really didn’t expect he would do that, you’re my sister, how could I genuinely want to hurt you?"

Mu Yan smiled slightly, "So it’s that matter, huh? I’ve long not cared about it."

Zhuang Chujiao said joyfully, "Really?"

Mu Yan sighed, "Yeah, you wanted to hurt me, but in the end, nothing happened to me, and you ended up breaking your leg. It’s pitiful really, I can’t find any reason to hate you."

Zhuang Chujiao, "..."