Chapter 426: Chapter 426

Song Xi was first taken aback by her words, not immediately grasping their meaning, but after careful thought, she finally understood the underlying implication, causing her complexion to shift subtly.

Previously, she indeed harbored hostility towards Song Qiao, but now even she didn’t know where that hostility came from.

After all, Song Qiao had never done anything to wrong or harm her, yet she just couldn’t wait to pick on her every day, even harboring vicious thoughts of crushing Song Qiao beneath her feet—if she saw her doing well, it would deeply vex her, and she would try to design traps for her.

In truth, Song Qiao really hadn’t done anything to wrong her. Perhaps the only thing that she herself couldn’t accept was that Song Qiao was her father’s eldest daughter, while her own mother was actually the mistress, with Song Qiao’s mother being her father’s legitimate wife.

She had always resented the rumors that called her mother a homewrecker, wishing she could beat to death anyone who said such things.

Recalling these thoughts, Song Xi clenched her fists and stared steadfastly at Song Qiao, only to realize that her previous hatred was completely unwarranted, especially remembering how, at the cake shop encounter, Song Qiao had bought her a cake.

After a long pause, her lips moved slightly, and then she bent forward very earnestly and spoke three words to Song Qiao, "I’m sorry."

She had been too naive before, used by others without realizing it.

That’s why she had always targeted Song Qiao.

Although the one who had used her was her own mother...

Song Qiao was completely taken aback by Song Xi’s "I’m sorry," and it took a long while before she regained her composure to look at Song Xi and respond with a somewhat unnatural smile, "Why are you apologizing to me?"

Song Xi stood up straight, her gaze fixed on Song Qiao, her words one by one clear and her attitude very serious as she said, "It was wrong of me to target you before, but the truth is I never really hated you, just disliked you a bit. I apologize to you for all the harm I’ve done to you before."

Song Qiao, "..." Was this apology too sudden? Could she refuse it?

Especially since she was still not fully recovered from the abrupt change in her; it was... quite overwhelming.

Seeing that Song Qiao didn’t speak, Song Xi was inwardly panicking, a myriad of thoughts rushing through her heart, making her worry that Song Qiao wouldn’t forgive her.

The two of them were silent for a while, neither speaking. After a long moment, Song Xi, unable to contain herself, pursed her lips and looked rather sad, as if on the verge of crying, as she pitifully asked Song Qiao, "Song Qiao, do you really not plan to forgive me?"

Song Qiao, "..." was thunderstruck again. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ NoveI-Fire.ɴet

After a while, she forced a laugh and said, "Would it be unforgivable if I didn’t forgive you?"

Song Xi shook her head, but after a moment of thought, she nodded firmly.

Song Qiao, "..." feeling a headache, directly stepped forward and patted Song Xi’s shoulder, "I forgive you, but can you change the way you address me? You can’t be disrespectful."

"Yeah!" She promptly responded.

That "sister" sounded quite nice.

In a week’s time, Song Xi’s transformation could be described as earth-shattering; whether in demeanor, speech and behavior, dealing with the media, or acting skills, she had already mastered 70 to 80 percent, adapting even quicker than Qin Zhe and An Ke had at the beginning.

This was probably because Song Xi herself was a university graduate.

Shen Yi had transferred Song Xi to Song Qiao’s tutelage after she sprained her ankle when pushed down by a newcomer, so there was no need to go through the more complex procedures.

The relationship between Song Qiao and Song Xi had also mostly thawed by the morning, and although Song Qiao was still a bit uncomfortable with Song Xi’s changes, seeing her acting very obedient and well-behaved was quite gratifying nonetheless.

After taking a bath that evening, Song Qiao sat on the large bed in her room browsing through the documents and results of Song Xi’s week-long training, with several scripts received placed next to her, as she was selecting one that might suit Song Xi the most.

Perhaps because of the fame of Qin Zhe and An Ke, as soon as it was known that she was mentoring a newcomer, scripts were promptly sent her way.