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

“Let her be. It’s a good thing that she can find something she wants to do. It’s better than not doing anything productive before. Now that things have come to this, let her do whatever she wants…” Jiang Weiguo’s tone sounded a little melancholy. After saying that, he continued, “Arrange your time as soon as possible. After the school’s anniversary celebration, hurry over to the venue. I heard that the senior executives from the Huo Group headquarters will also be there. There will be a lot of things for you to handle then.”

“Huahua is unwilling to come forward. Do you think that young girl is suitable?”

Pei Zhanying replied, "Yes, I will arrange it as soon as possible, so as not to delay things at the company."

"I trust Huahua, and I trust your judgment. She is quite capable. If we nurture her well, the Jiang family will not mistreat any talented person."

Pei Zhan replied, "She's a young lady from a wealthy family, one of my few friends. I'll also have the design department put in a lot of effort."

Jiang Weiguo: "You can handle this yourself."

Jiang Hua walked ahead, and Song Qingran followed behind her, absentmindedly eating the sticky rice in her hand, looking timid but unable to resist looking at Jiang Hua's back.

She's so beautiful!

A woman like that, I don't think anyone could dislike her.

Jiang Hua was holding her phone in one hand, sending a leave request message to the professional course group. She was the only student in the jewelry restoration major. There were only four people in the group: three were professional course teachers, and the other was Jiang Hua. She was the only one requesting leave, and the other three teachers were all taking a break.

Seeing the approval messages that came back in seconds, Jiang Hua felt relieved and prepared to go find Bao'er.

In the rehearsal room, Shen Bao'er was still rehearsing the dance performance she would be performing that evening. After knowing each other for so many years, Jiang Hua had never known that Bao'er had any outstanding talents. Even when it came to arguing, Shen Bao'er could be said to be invincible to others, but in front of Jiang Hua, Shen Bao'er could only silently suffer defeat and could never get the better of her.

As Jiang Hua approached the rehearsal room, she heard a soft, ethereal voice singing a familiar Russian song. She slowed her pace as she got closer, and stopped at the door to listen for a while. She also secretly glanced at Shen Bao'er, who was rehearsing her song into the microphone. Behind her, there were other people playing their own instruments, and the five of them together looked like a band.

However, the drumming was too loud, making Jiang Hua's heart pound with resentment.

Jiang Hua went inside only after the music inside had ended.

When Shen Bao'er saw the people who had arrived, she happily ran over and said, "Let's stop rehearsing here for today."

"I'm done. Do you still have class?"

Jiang Hua: "I took the day off today specifically to see your performance."

"Waaaaah, Huahua, I knew you were the best." Shen Bao'er hugged Jiang Hua's arm and leaned on her shoulder. She was half a head shorter than Jiang Hua, and in this posture, she looked a little petite and dependent on Jiang Hua. "Come with me to the mall to buy performance costumes later. It's been a long time since we went shopping."

"No more rehearsals?"

"I'm not queuing up. It's just the school anniversary celebration. If it weren't for the credits, who would want to go up?"

"You care about credits too?" Jiang Hua found it strange.

Shen Bao'er followed Jiang Hua out, and the two chatted as they walked. "It's all because of my brother. He's so petty. He called me last night, and I hung up on him. When he came back, he made me write the family rules twenty times as punishment. You know, my family has hundreds of rules, and I still haven't finished writing them all."

"My brother said again that if I can't graduate smoothly, he'll make me go through an arranged marriage, waaaaah... I don't want to, Huahua... can you please control my brother?!"

"He's getting more and more outrageous towards me now."

Jiang Hua rarely showed a heavy expression. Thinking back to her past life, Shen Bao'er had indeed married someone of equal social standing through an arranged marriage. After her marriage, Jiang Hua noticed the injury on her arm, but at the time, she was barely able to take care of herself and didn't ask any questions. Now, thinking about it carefully, she guessed it was also because of an unhappy marriage. She couldn't imagine the pain and unhappiness that Bao'er, who was carefree now, must have felt when facing marriage.

Jiang Hua didn't know who Shen Bao'er had married either. Their relationship was strained, and Jiang Hua didn't attend her wedding.

There were seven or eight years during that time when we had no contact. We would only run into each other a few times when attending banquets, but even then, we would act like complete strangers and not exchange a single word.

"Hey, look at the person dancing in the dance studio! Isn't that Song Qingran, the new beauty queen of the department? I didn't know she could dance!"

"You know what, she actually dances quite well."

Just then, another voice chimed in, "More than that! I heard that even the national-level dance teacher in the art department praised her dancing as divine, and asked if she wanted to learn from her, saying she wanted to take her on as her last disciple. Now, Song Qingran is a recognized chosen one at Imperial University, not only being exceptionally admitted and trained by the Jiang family, but also receiving offers of opportunities. Don't underestimate Song Qingran just because she has an ordinary background; who knows if she will become a big shot whom none of us can reach in the future?"

Outside the dance studio, everyone was watching Song Qingran practice. Her supple waist allowed her to easily bend over backwards, and even do the splits without a problem. Not only that, she could also stand up easily. Her dance moves were graceful, and her body seemed to have been born for dance.

Song Qingran was originally quietly focused on doing her own thing, but she couldn't help but listen to the noise outside the door.

"The acknowledged chosen one? What a joke! How come I didn't know that I had ever acknowledged this chosen one?!"

"I wonder if her fate is up to the weight of destiny."

Shen Bao'er's clear and piercing mocking voice rang out around them. Everyone who was watching Song Qingran's dance fell silent when they saw that it was Shen Bao'er.

"Dancing like that only shows that she has a decent foundation. If she were to do it in a big setting, she would just embarrass herself. If it were me... I would close the door and practice secretly by myself, instead of thinking I'm amazing just because I know a few easy dance moves."

"It's not that I'm criticizing you, but if you haven't seen anything good, I suggest you go and watch more stage performances to broaden your horizons. I feel ashamed for you when I hear you saying such exaggerated things. You're all so short-sighted and have never seen the world."

Song Qingran stopped moving, her eyes lowered, her face expressionless as she watched her retreating figure, a sense of dejection emanating from her...

"Bao'er, the elevator has arrived." Jiang Hua remained silent, as if she were an outsider.