No reconciliation, no forgiveness! Mr. Pei leaves with nothing.

Seeing her movement, Pei Zhan straightened up and said in a cold tone, "It seems I went to unnecessary trouble."

Jiang Hua, "Otherwise?"

“Pei Zhan, when you acted like a dog, disloyal and betrayed me, you no longer had the right to appear in front of me. Not only you, but also your clothes, had no right to be in my sight.”

The rain grew heavier, the raindrops pattering against the black umbrella. Even though the sound was loud and disturbed Pei Zhan's hearing, Jiang Hua's calm and measured tone made every word clear to him.

"Once I go abroad, we won't see each other for a long time. No, it would be best if we never saw each other again in this lifetime."

Getting rid of him is what she wants to do right now.

Seeing him only reminds Jiang Hua of her painful and unbearable past.

And the shame that once lingered on him.

She actually had the audacity to dream of spending her whole life with him.

She fantasized about having a child with him…

Jiang Hua knew long ago that patients with congenital hereditary heart disease face great risks to their lives when giving birth. Even though she knew she had no chance of surviving the operation, she still wanted to leave a descendant for him and the Jiang family!

Jiang Hua may seem a bit mischievous, but she is quite perceptive about everything concerning the Jiang family.

Jiang Hua didn't want the Jiang family to have no offspring in her generation, let alone be able to continue the Jiang family line.

A large and prosperous family is crucial to the future fortune of the clan...

...

After getting into the car, Pei Zhan picked up his wet and filthy suit from the ground. This suit alone was worth over 800,000 yuan, not counting the trousers. So what if it was expensive?

In Jiang Hua's eyes, even a suit worth tens of millions of yuan would look cheap and cheap when worn by him.

She tossed it into the back seat, and Jiang Hua sat in the passenger seat, pulling out a tissue from the car to wipe her slightly damp hair.

An eerie atmosphere hung between the two. Pei Zhan remained silent, while Jiang Hua acted as if nothing had happened. She took out the repaired bracelet from her bag, took a picture of it, and then sent a message to a contact.

Wen Huaishi, wearing beige striped pajamas, sat on the edge of the bed, having just finished reading a bedtime fairy tale to Ayuan. He saw the little girl already asleep, holding a small red radish in her hand, and drifted off to sleep sweetly.

He reached out and turned off the bedside lamp. As he carefully prepared to get up, the screen of the children's watch on the bedside table lit up, and a message popped up.

Wen Huaishi picked up his watch, saw the information on it, and the moment he clicked on the picture, the man's pupils suddenly contracted.

How could she not get it?

This bracelet was passed down from his late wife. It was accidentally broken by A-Yuan and then disappeared. He never expected it to end up in her hands and be repaired.

It surprised him.

'Thanks'

Upon seeing the reply, Jiang Hua paused in wiping her hair.

Xiao Ayuan isn't very good at typing, so most of the time she sends voice messages to her. She could guess that the two words "thank you" were from Wen Huaishi.

With a sudden press of the accelerator, the immense inertia caused Jiang Hua to lurch forward violently, startling her and sending a jolt of pain through her. "Don't you know I have a heart condition? Do you even know how to drive? If you can't, don't come here next time."

"Seeing you brings bad luck. What if I have a sudden cardiac arrest and die? I'm telling you, I'll make sure your Song Qingran pays the price. You believe me?"

Pei Zhan answered without hesitation, and upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. "I believe it. The Jiang family holds a high position of power in the capital. There's nothing they wouldn't do. It's just a human life."

"Is there anything you can't do?"

Those words, full of veiled sarcasm and barbs.

It seemed to have offended Jiang Hua, which was indeed true, but these words coming from Pei Zhan's mouth still made her uncomfortable.

Jiang Hua's eyes instantly turned cold. "Stop the car!"

Pei Zhan assumed she was going to buy something on the street and didn't notice anything amiss in her tone. So she quickly stopped in front of a convenience store.

Jiang Hua didn't say a word, and simply opened the car door and got out.

Her actions were unexpected by Pei Zhan.

Following her figure, he only saw her leave in a huff. Not far in front of him, she stopped, hailed a car, got in, and the driver drove away.

A red light suddenly appeared ahead. While waiting for the light to turn green, Pei Zhan lit a cigarette, rolled down the car window, took a puff, and the taxi that had driven off was long gone.

After Jiang Hua returned home, she threw another huge tantrum.

I smashed a ceramic vase that was on the shelf. This vase was worth only a few hundred thousand, not much money.

Jiang Weiguo heard the commotion in the living room from his study.

"She started making a scene as soon as she got back. I don't know who's so clueless as to make her angry. I'll go down and check."

Xu Qiulan: "Yes, sir."

After Xu Qiulan came downstairs, she asked a question, but Jiang Hua didn't explain. She only asked, "Where's Dad? Is he still in the study?"

"Yes, Miss. The master said he's almost finished with his business and you don't need to accompany him today. Just go and rest."

“That’s okay.

"Aunt Xu, come here and help me wash my hair."

"Yes, Miss."

After taking a bath, Jiang Hua lay down on the tatami mat, covered with a blanket, and let Xu Qiulan wash her hair. She had spent the whole day at the studio and hadn't even gone to class. Her finger joints were a little sore, and she hadn't done this in a long time.

Washing your hair is also a hassle; it takes half an hour to wash and then you have to blow-dry it.

Jiang Hua didn't want to move herself.

After washing her hair, Xu Qiulan saw that she had her eyes closed and assumed she was tired, so she didn't disturb her.

Jiang Hua dried her hair with a hairdryer and then fell asleep.

Wait until the next morning.

Half past eight in the morning.

The newspaper delivery arrived as scheduled, and Jiang Hua casually took it. Looking at today's headlines, it was still about the Jiang family's stock plummeting, with the situation trending downwards. Everyone was speculating about conspiracy theories. The article also stated that the Jiang family's eldest daughter, arrogant and spoiled, had reaped what she sowed by firing the internationally renowned jewelry designer, Zhou Yan, for her own selfish reasons. Now, the current situation had arisen—the stock had plummeted, and overnight, 1.5 billion US dollars had vanished—it was truly gratifying.

"What garbage reporting! It's an eyesore. What business is it of theirs what happens in my family?"

"Uncle Wang, please don't bring all these random newspapers home anymore."

Wang Qi: "Yes, Miss."

In the King Group's high-rise building, Zhou Yan, dressed in a custom-made dress, with her short, neat haircut and glamorous earrings, exuded a powerful businesswoman aura. She stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, stirring her coffee, a newspaper tossed on the leather sofa seat…

The headline above was eye-catching and made her very happy.

“I said I would make the Jiang family regret their actions, and make them… no… make that high and mighty Miss Jiang of the Jiang family regret her actions.”

Zhou Yan's eyes were filled with smugness. "This is... retribution."

"What moves is the Jiang family making now?"