Ruling the Historical Romance Novel as the Female Supporting Character-Chapter 256: They Don’t Accept a Perfunctory Apology

"No need for now," Qin Kaize replied coldly, rejecting the suggestion.

Upon hearing this, Wang Futong was almost deliriously happy.

"I knew it, Kaize is definitely the most magnanimous," she said, her voice filled with sweetness and intimacy. Then, she glanced at Su Yijia with a smug look, as if to say, "See, even with your foxy looks, you’re not as important to him as I am." Although he wasn’t exactly nice to her, at least they were in the same team.

The more Wang Futong flaunted, the more awkward Su Yijia felt. She wondered if the thing on Wang Futong’s neck was just for decoration or to add height.

In Qin Kaize’s eyes, there was absolutely no connection between his personality and the word "magnanimous."

"I’ve reported yesterday’s incident. Your public insults to the family of a hero, with no prior interaction, have had a terribly negative impact on the team. I believe the higher-ups will give me a satisfactory explanation."

Qin Kaize’s firm words carried no warmth, but beneath the surface, his large hand gently clasped Su Yijia’s, tracing a soothing pattern on her palm.

Now it was Su Yijia’s turn to look smug, shaking her head playfully at Wang Futong.

Wang Futong was so furious that her eyes widened in rage, crimson veins surfacing in the whites of her eyes.

"Qin Kaize, is this necessary? You’re a man, meddling in women’s affairs--don’t you feel ashamed?" she angrily questioned.

"This is my wife’s matter! I don’t care about whatever rules you female comrades have; if my wife suffers, I’ll definitely step in," Qin Kaize declared, standing even straighter with a proud demeanor, as if standing up for his wife was a badge of honor.

Wang Futong tried to argue further, but Wu Shuqing quickly interrupted with a low growl, "Have you had enough? This is entirely your fault. You still don’t realize it? If you can’t figure this out, I won’t bother with you anymore."

She didn’t give her niece any time to react, turning to leave immediately. Wang Futong, stunned for a few seconds, quickly chased after her and grabbed her.

"Auntie, I know I was wrong. Please help me," she pleaded.

Wu Shuqing truly didn’t want to deal with this mess any longer, but after struggling to free herself unsuccessfully, she turned and glared at her niece.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and apologize to Qin’s wife!" she reminded with a hint of exasperation, as if scolding someone hopelessly foolish.

Pretty face, no brains. If she wanted to get jealous or make things difficult for Qin Kaize’s wife, there were plenty of ways to go about it. But she had to choose the dumbest one.

As a result, not only did she give her husband leverage over her forever, but now she had escalated things to a point beyond reconciliation.

To be honest, if she could leave now, she wouldn’t even look back. A niece is just a niece, after all. No one in their right mind would sacrifice their husband’s future for a clueless girl. She had her own son and daughter--they were what truly mattered.

Wang Futong’s eyes reddened at being scolded, yet she had no choice but to reluctantly shuffle toward Su Yijia.

"I’m sorry. Yesterday was all my fault. I was petty and jealous of your beauty, so I said those horrible things to you. I realize my mistake now. Please forgive me," she said sincerely, without a hint of insincerity.

Su Yijia knew Wang Futong didn’t really think she was at fault; she was just forced to apologize. Still, she didn’t want to argue any further after getting the apology she wanted. Just as she was about to speak, Qin Kaize let out a cold laugh.

Did this woman really realize her mistake, or was she dead to the world last night? The moment they walked in, she still had the attitude of trying to downplay everything, brushing it off. His wife wouldn’t stand for such a half-hearted apology.

"Qin Kaize, are you trying to drive me to my death?" Wang Futong cried out, both furious and panicked, her tears streaming uncontrollably.

"You’ve blown this up and put such a label on me. I’ll definitely be fired from the performing troupe," she sobbed pitifully, her face streaked with tears, pleading at the cold, unyielding man before her.

But to Qin Kaize, she was nothing more than the woman who bullied his wife. Feeling sorry for her was out of the question. The only reason she hadn’t been beaten into the ground was because she had the luck of being born a woman. For that alone, she should count herself fortunate.

"If you can’t handle it and choose to seek death, that has nothing to do with me. Just because my wife is magnanimous doesn’t mean she deserves to be publicly bullied," Qin Kaize said, his face full of disdain.

Wang Futong, seeing that he was impervious to persuasion, turned her attention to Su Yijia, but before she could speak, Qin Kaize cut her off, telling them to leave.

"Go away. We have nothing to say to you," he said, turning and leading Su Yijia back into the house. Grandpa Lin and Grandma Lin, not wanting to speak on her behalf, followed them inside.

As Wang Futong tried to follow, Gao Huabin blocked her.

"Can’t you understand human language? This matter is now up to the higher-ups. Don’t disturb my boss’s recovery. Leave immediately," he said, making a dismissive gesture and stepping forward to force them out of the yard.

With no other choice, Wang Futong and Wu Shuqing were pushed out, and Gao Huabin shut the bamboo gate firmly behind them.

"What kind of people are they? If they truly felt sorry, they wouldn’t have waited so long," he muttered in disdain, his voice loud enough for them to hear clearly.

Outside, both their faces turned dark.

"Auntie, what should we do now? Can we ask uncle to put in a good word for me?" Wang Futong asked pitifully, reaching for Wu Shuqing’s hand.

Wu Shuqing slapped her hand away. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"Your uncle is just a minor supervisor. Do you not realize the rank of Xia Weiguo, who is supporting Qin Kaize? Do you want to ruin your uncle? Forget about this and wait for the higher-ups’ decision," she snapped.

A married niece was as good as spilled water.

"Auntie, you can’t just abandon me! You saw how Xue Qianhao treats me. If I get expelled from the Art Ensemble and lose my income, I’ll have no status at home," Wang Futong pleaded, her hands cold with fear.

Leaving this to the higher-ups, Xue Qianhao might not beat her, but with his current monthly salary of only forty-five yuan, what could they afford? Just a couple of dresses. If she didn’t dress up and still faced beatings at home, she’d rather be dead.