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

"So much time has passed, I don't remember many things anymore. Back then, it happened so suddenly, and there was indeed someone who donated a heart to Huahua. So many years have passed, there's not much to investigate anymore. I heard that you were the one who found the murderer for Huahua last time. Even Ye Bai couldn't find out. How did you know where the murderer was hiding?"

Pei Zhan concealed his emotions well. He clenched his fist on his knee and explained calmly, "It was a facial data comparison database. After screening, we found out that Wang Guifang was a patient who had escaped from a mental hospital. We only found out the whereabouts of the murderer by comparing other undamaged surveillance videos."

Jiang Weiguo nodded thoughtfully, "You did a great job. With you by Huahua's side, I feel much more at ease."

"Would you like to stay for a meal later?" Jiang Weiguo invited him to stay.

Pei Zhan made an excuse to leave: "No, I still have some company matters to attend to."

"Okay, go ahead. Remember to get plenty of rest too."

Xu Qiulan's voice came from the kitchen, interrupting them, "Sir, it's time to take your medicine."

Jiang Weiguo was clearly trying to change the subject, not wanting to continue the conversation. He made an excuse and got up from the sofa, unaware that behind him, Pei Zhan's eyes held a cold, hateful gaze.

Pei Zhan didn't linger any longer, bidding farewell and leaving Royal Dragon Bay. As he stood in the entrance hall, seeing the row of high heels, two conflicting emotions tore at his heart, neither gaining the upper hand…

Jiang's Group, President's Office.

Zuo Xiangnan walked in from outside, holding a black gift box with gold foil stamping. The moment he pushed open the door, a pungent smell of smoke hit him, penetrating everywhere, and the smoke filled the air.

Zuo Xiangnan, who was standing next to Pei Zhan, had never seen President Pei smoke so many cigarettes before, and then placed the things in his hands on the desk.

"Mr. Pei, the evening gowns for the King Group's business banquet have been prepared. Should we send them to Miss Song?"

At this moment, Pei Zhan's mind was still echoing with the words Jiang Weiguo had said, without a trace of remorse or repentance.

It's been too long, I've forgotten, it doesn't matter...

In the eyes of the Jiang family, is a human life as insignificant as an ant?

Pei Zhan: "Leave it for now."

"It's President Pei."

Zuo Xiangnan left the office…

On the way back to school, Jiang Hua sat in the car, facing Shen Yebai, and acted very openly, without any pretense or concealment, as if it were perfectly natural for her to face him.

There was no need for the two to say much; they both understood each other's thoughts. Just like she had told her father, Shen Yebai was a smart man and knew exactly what she was thinking.

No one has ever been born who would scheme against Shen Yebai. Jiang Hua is the first. Even if someone schemes against someone, they never have a good ending and never gain anything. But Jiang Hua is the only exception.

Jiang Hua only felt that Shen Yebai didn't hold it against her because of the long-standing relationship between the Jiang family and the Shen family...

That's why Jiang Hua acted so recklessly. If... Shen Yebai had really shown her even the slightest displeasure and spread these unfounded rumors about her, Jiang Hua wouldn't have done this. Besides... since the news was published in the newspapers, he probably tacitly agreed to it.

"This is... a thank-you gift, please accept it." Jiang Hua took out a square velvet gift box from her bag.

"What is it?" Shen Yebai looked at her with gentle eyes.

Jiang Hua had just sprayed perfume, and a light, pleasant fragrance filled his body and nose, even permeating the entire car. For a moment, the atmosphere between the two of them became subtle.

"A brooch... I spent quite a bit of money on it at the last auction. It's a collector's item; there's only one in the whole world. Don't worry... I've never worn it." Jiang Hua opened it for him to see. The brooch was simple and unadorned, with a strange and unique shape that was hard to describe. It looked like an old-fashioned object, made of the most expensive black gold.

"Consider it a reciprocal gesture, do you like that?"

Shen Yebai said, "There's no need to be so polite. Our two families have always been on good terms, and helping you is just the way it is."

"Let me put it on you." With that, Jiang Hua reached out and, since they were too far apart, she sat down next to him, their knees touching. Jiang Hua wore a slit skirt, the hem falling to one side, her rounded, fair knees pressed against the hem of Shen Yebai's smoky gray suit trousers. Her closeness allowed Shen Yebai to smell her scent even more intensely; he tried to control his breathing, but couldn't control his heart.

The more unintentional Jiang Hua's actions are, the more fatally tempting they become to men; no one can resist such flirting.

Shen Yebai cooperated with her, turning his body slightly to look at her long, black, and shiny hair, which fell from her shoulders and landed in the man's palm. The smooth hair made his palm feel a little itchy.

Jiang Hua: "It's done."

"Yes, it looks great, it really suits you."

"Won't this affect your work?"

Shen Yebai softly uttered two words, "No."

Jiang Hua: "That's good."

His special status meant he had to be careful about his words and actions in many situations, unlike Jiang Hua who could do whatever she wanted.

blooming flowers

Song Qingran was having breakfast in the luxurious and magnificent hall. Her eyes unconsciously kept glancing at the stairs in the corridor. She had looked at them countless times in the short few minutes of her meal, as if she was looking forward to something.

Upon seeing Song Qingran's actions, Chen Huifang had already guessed what the young girl was thinking. "Miss Song, are you waiting for your husband? Are you missing him?"

"The master did not return last night."

The little girl's thoughts were exposed, and Song Qingran suddenly started to lose her temper without warning. "I didn't, Aunt Chen, don't talk nonsense. I just have some work-related matters to discuss with Mr. Pei."

“He has a wife. My relationship with him is only one of financial support. If others find out, it will cause trouble for Mr. Pei’s family.”

"Don't say things like that again. I don't want to hear it anymore."

"I'm going to school."

Song Qingran put down her chopsticks, left the lush and beautiful place, and got into the private car.

In the past, if Song Qingran had any questions about design, she would wait for him to come back and then ask him.

Mr. Pei hasn't come over for a long time now, and there are many things she doesn't know who to ask.

At the company, Song Qingran would always lower her head and avoid him whenever she saw him, as if she was afraid of being found out. Besides, she was just a small employee in the company and had no chance to see him, let alone have the honor of seeing him even once.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Song Qingran looked at the large villa behind the car and the bodyguards guarding her outside the door. She felt a sense of melancholy that made it hard for her to breathe.

She knew that if she continued to stay by his side, sooner or later Mr. Pei's wife would discover her existence...

Really... this can't go on any longer.