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

Jiang Hua didn't bother to give him another glance and walked past him. There was a section of road under construction ahead, covered in gravel. Jiang Hua hadn't taken more than a few steps when she suddenly stumbled. Just as she thought she was going to fall, a hand reached out and steadily caught her. "It seems that Miss Jiang is not only physically weak, but also... has poor eyesight."

"You filthy thing, don't touch me!" Jiang Hua cursed at him. Pei Zhan let go the next second, but who knew that she couldn't exert any strength at all. The sharp pain from her ankle made her unable to stand. At the moment she almost fell, Jiang Hua didn't think at all and almost subconsciously grabbed the man's black shirt.

Pei Zhan remained unmoved, watching her actions. "Miss Jiang, is there anything else you wish to say?"

"Instead of wasting time here, we should go back to the villa and get some rest."

Jiang Hua looked into his eyes, and if it weren't for the cobblestone path, she would have suspected that he was the one who caused her to sprain her ankle.

"Squat down," Jiang Hua commanded him.

Pei Zhan said, "Young Miss, that's not how you ask for a favor!"

Jiang Hua sneered, "Beg you?"

"Even if I die, I will never beg you."

"Get out of here." Jiang Hua pushed him away forcefully, but he stood still, while she almost fell over again.

Jiang Hua was a proud person to begin with. In her past life, she humbled herself and regarded him as her lifeline, but he turned away when she needed him the most. She had bowed her head to him countless times, but this time, Jiang Hua would rather die by the roadside than bow her head to him again and utter a single word of 'begging'.

Jiang Hua limped away without looking back. Back then, Pei Zhan could abandon her on the roadside even in the rain. From then on, Jiang Hua had long since lost all hope in him.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Hua realized that this wouldn't do, so she decided to call a car to pick her up. Just as she picked up her phone...

My body felt light the next second.

Pei Zhan grabbed her hand, put it around her neck, and with one simple movement, easily lifted her onto his back.

Before Jiang Hua could react, she was already on Pei Zhan's back.

“If something really happens, I won’t be able to explain it to Chairman Jiang. Miss, please don’t misunderstand.”

Jiang Hua wrapped her arms around his neck, frowned, and didn't say another word.

Pei Zhan walked with steady steps, at a pace that was neither too fast nor too slow.

Pei Zhan carried her for nearly twenty minutes on his back on the way back to Yulong Bay.

When they arrived, through the floor-to-ceiling window, Pei Zhan saw that Jiang Hua had fallen asleep on his shoulder. No wonder she had been so quiet the whole way.

Just then, Xu Qiulan came over and saw this rare harmonious scene. It was the first time she had seen the young lady being carried back by Mr. Pei. Not knowing what had happened, she didn't dare to disturb Jiang Hua, who was already asleep, and quickly went to open the door.

Once inside the foyer, Pei Zhan carried Jiang Hua to her room on the second floor, gently placed her on the bed, and, supporting her head, took her bag. Xu Qiulan didn't dare go in to disturb her; she only glanced at the door before silently turning and leaving.

I took off her shoes, then found a bottle of safflower oil and applied it to her feet.

Jiang Hua was jolted awake by the pungent smell. She withdrew her foot, sat up, and leaned against the bed. With a blank expression, she said to him, "You can leave. I don't need you anymore."

"Aunt Xu, come in."

Upon hearing the sound, Xu Qiulan quickly went into the room.

"Miss, do you have any instructions?"

"Let him go, I don't want to see him."

Jiang Hua's attitude was resolute. Pei Zhan put down the medicine, took out a few tissues, wiped his hands, and left without saying anything more.

After Pei Zhan left, it was Xu Ma who applied the medicine to her.

Fortunately, it's not too serious.

After a good night's sleep, the swelling had completely subsided by the next morning.

10:30 in the morning.

Jiang Hua drank the porridge in her bowl. "What time did he leave yesterday?"

"Who?" Xu Qiulan belatedly realized, "Miss, are you referring to Mr. Pei?"

"I remember that after Mr. Pei came out of the teacher's study, he left after only a short while."

Jiang Hua asked, "Didn't you drive?"

Xu Qiulan: "No, Miss, have you forgotten? Last night, Mr. Pei carried you back on his back. I didn't see him drive."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Hua didn't ask any further questions.

Actually, last night, after receiving the call, Zuo Xiangnan was on his way back from Fan Hua Si Jin. Yesterday, President Pei had something come up and dropped him and Song Qingran off at a 4S store. Zuo Xiangnan borrowed a car from the store and was able to safely take Song Qingran back to Fan Hua Si Jin.

When he arrived, he found the car parked on the side of the road. He asked around and found out that the fuel tank was leaking, which was why the car stalled halfway through the journey.

Zuo Xiangnan found it strange. It shouldn't be like this. He always checks the car body before using it. If there is a leak in the fuel tank, he will definitely notice it immediately. How come the car broke down just because President Pei was driving it?

Pei Zhan left Yulong Bay at 2:30 last night, so he decided to go to the company to rest for the night.

This morning, all employees of the Jiang Group were under immense pressure, and the entire company was shrouded in a somber atmosphere. The senior executives of each department held a meeting this morning, and the marketing department was severely reprimanded, with all their proposals being rejected without exception.

When the news reached the secretariat, no one dared to linger near the president's office that day. Everyone stayed quietly at their workstations, and even the group chat, where people usually slack off, was completely silent.

Jiang Hua got out of her private car, still holding documents in her hand and looking at them.

However, it was not far away.

A group of people came down from the teaching building in a noisy throng. Zhou Yan, wearing sunglasses, was surrounded by students asking for autographs. In addition, Zhou Yan was accompanied by several other designers from the King Group.

"...That's all for now, students. What I'm going to teach you is based on my own experience. Design is not just about showcasing the product's value, but also about representing your own style. Just remember one thing: a design created with heart is more important than anything else."

"Alright, you should go back to class now. Since you've joined the Jiang family, stay here and do your best. If you ever decide you don't want to stay anymore, come find your sister." These were the words Zhou Yan said to Song Qingran.

Song Qingran nervously clasped her hands together in front of her, "Yes, I understand, sister."

"Thank you for coming to teach us. I will remember every word you said, sister... I won't let you down."

Looking at Song Qingran's expression, including her actions, every glance and word made Zhou Yan feel that her best sister in the world was still alive. She reached out and touched the girl's hair, "Let's go back."

Jiang Hua: "Hey, you're blocking the way."