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

"well done."

Hearing the praise, the mall manager smiled and said, "It's just a small thing, it's what I should do."

After the phone call ended, the mall manager immediately delivered all the clothes, jewelry, and bags that Jiang Hua had bought to the Yulongwan Villa according to the address, without any delay.

We went to the mall, and then, seeing that it was time, we went for afternoon tea together.

When it was almost time, around 5:30 pm, the school anniversary performance gradually began.

The school had reserved seats for everyone, so Jiang Hua went backstage to help Shen Bao'er choose an outfit. In the end, she picked out a pink tulle dress for her. "How about this one?"

"You'll look great in this."

Jiang Hua now felt like she was treating Shen Bao'er like her own daughter. From clothes to shoes, everything was chosen by her. The makeup artist was doing her makeup when she said, "What are you doing, you idiot! You're hurting me."

"Are you applying eyelashes or pulling them off?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, Ms. Chen, I didn't mean to. The glue was applied a little crookedly. I'll redo it for you now," the makeup artist quickly apologized.

The dress Jiang Hua had chosen for her was hanging to the side. "I'll do it."

Jiang Hua took over the work from the makeup artist and redid her makeup. Actually, Bao'er has a very good temper and doesn't need too much foundation to cover her base makeup. Jiang Hua wiped off some of it and redid a light eye makeup, which matched the dress she had chosen perfectly.

"That makeup artist was really stupid."

Jiang Hua leaned lazily against the table, holding an eyebrow pencil to draw her eyebrows. "Don't be too nervous, just do your best as usual."

"Who said I was nervous? I wasn't nervous at all."

“Yes, you don’t.” Jiang Hua followed her words.

However, at that moment, an argument came from the dressing room next door, separated by a curtain.

"Who is it? So treacherous and cunning, do they have no manners? Why did they damage someone else's costume? If they have the guts, step forward now, instead of cowering like a turtle."

Xue Ruyao held Song Qingran's light blue robe performance costume in her hand. This performance costume looked simple, but it was actually a unique custom-made style. Now, in Xue Ruyao's hands, it had become a rag. She stood in the public dressing time and angrily roared at everyone.

When Song Qingran took this performance outfit out of the closet, it was already in this state. Now, she stood behind Xue Ruyao with tears in her eyes, her grievances welling up with tears.

However, the people standing by were all gloating.

It wasn't until a teacher walked in and learned what had happened that she glanced at everyone present, frowned, and said, "It's too late to worry about this now. Originally, the costume teacher was supposed to fix it for you, but your performance was moved to the first position, and the program list has already been confirmed. We can only temporarily choose other suitable clothes and make do with what you have for now."

"Let's deal with the problem at hand first."

With a sob in her voice, Song Qingran said, "I've tried on all of the teacher's clothes, and none of them fit me. Now... I don't know what to do."

"Don't panic. Ask if you have any friends who can lend you her clothes. Let's finish the performance first. Don't worry, I will make sure the school leaders give you an explanation and punish her. As for those who come forward to admit it now, I'll pretend this never happened."

After the teacher finished speaking, everyone turned away disdainfully, not even glancing at Song Qingran.

"Fine, neither of you will admit it, huh? I'll check the surveillance footage later, and once I find out, you'd better watch out."

“Teacher, I know who did it,” Xue Ruyao suddenly said. “Jiang Hua, it must be her. No one else would do such a thing. Last time, Jiang Hua didn’t target Qingran enough, and now she’s using despicable means to tear Qingran’s clothes. No one else would be so bored as to do such a thing.”

Just then, the curtains next door were lifted, and everyone looked over at the noise. Jiang Hua was right in front of them, holding a lipstick brush and casually applying lipstick to Shen Bao'er. "I was just sitting at home when this trouble came out of nowhere. If I hadn't come today, I wouldn't have known that such a big problem would fall on my head."

“Since nobody knows, I called the police for you a minute ago. Everyone heard the person who just said I was the murderer. If... they still can't find out it was me.”

Jiang Hua raised her lips and smiled slightly at Xue Ruyao. This smile was so stunning that it was almost blinding. "I'll send you to jail!"

A seemingly casual remark, yet it carried a powerful deterrent, making it impossible to tell that Jiang Hua was joking.

Upon hearing this, Xue Ruyao's face immediately turned pale. "I only suspected you, I didn't say it was definitely you."

Jiang Hua was frightened by her attitude. She put down what she was holding, and in the blink of an eye, Shen Bao'er rushed in front of Jiang Hua and slapped her twice, once to Song Qingran and once to Xue Ruyao. Both of them looked at Shen Bao'er with disbelief.

Shen Bao'er said aggressively, "What do you think your tattered clothes are, some rare treasure?"

"Song Qingran... could you please not bring your dog here and make a fool of yourself?"

"They say Huahua destroyed it... Is there any evidence?"

"You really know how to frame someone without even thinking. I think you have a death wish."

Jiang Hua took a deep breath at Shen Bao'er's actions. She had an innocent-looking baby face, yet she did ruthless things. Who did she get this violent temper from?

Jiang Hua slowly straightened up from the platform, walked to Shen Bao'er's side, and said something thought-provoking and ambiguous, "I remember that only the shop in Chen Duanzhuang can make this fabric. The embroidery on it is all hand-sewn, and the patterns are all embroidered with gold and silver threads one by one. This one is worth around 200,000."

"Hiss, I remember that Junior Song applied for financial aid for students in need at school. How does she still have the money to have such expensive clothes custom-made?"

Jiang Hua spoke slowly, and in just a few words, everyone's eyes turned to Song Qingran.

"No way, Song Qingran wasn't working part-time while studying. I was watching her work. I never imagined she had another sugar daddy behind her."

"My God... This kind of person is supposed to be a role model for students? If word gets out, he'll be condemned by everyone."

"Yeah, I really thought she was some kind of pure and innocent girl, but I never expected her to be such a gold digger."

Song Qingran explained with a pale face, "No, I didn't... I rented these clothes. I did it all for today. Senior Jiang, please don't talk nonsense."