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

In the dressing room, Song Qingran changed into her evening gown. This banquet dress blended retro and modern design elements. The rose gold velvet fabric exuded a charming luster, and the three-dimensional floral embroidery on the skirt was lifelike. Her hair was tied back with a white lace ribbon, and her face was pure and innocent.

Song Qingran had never worn a dress with this design before. Because the back was open and a bit revealing, he was still wearing his jacket when he came out. When he walked out of the changing room and saw Zuo Xiangnan waiting at the door, Song Qingran grabbed the sides of the skirt and looked a little timid. "Do I really have to wear this?"

Zuo Xiangnan glanced at her watch; there were still two hours left. She could still make it from school.

"Miss Song, do you feel it doesn't fit?"

Song Qingran quickly waved her hand and said, "No, it's just... I feel a little uncomfortable wearing this style of dress. I've never worn a dress like this before."

Zuo Xiangnan said to her gently, "This is Viki's latest season dress. If Miss Song feels it doesn't fit, I can contact them to send you another one."

Song Qingran: "No, no need. I don't want to trouble you either, so... let's leave it at that."

"By the way, Assistant Zuo, are all the guests here today very important? I feel even more nervous than when I went on stage to perform. I'm afraid I might cause you trouble. Perhaps... you could send someone else? I can't..."

Zuo Xiangnan comforted her, saying, "Miss Song, don't worry. Chairman Jiang and President Pei will both be present during the banquet. You just need to follow President Pei's lead. It would be best if... Miss Song adapted as soon as possible. There will be various business galas, big and small, in the future, and you won't be able to refuse when you have to attend. Just consider it a kind of training for yourself. Don't take it lightly; just take it one step at a time."

"If you feel unwell, you can always ask Mr. Pei for permission to leave the venue for a while and get some fresh air."

Song Qingran's existence was merely to serve as a foil. To reassure her, Zuo Xiangnan said some ambiguous things to her, "Actually, facing such a situation is also beneficial for Miss Song."

Song Qingran asked in confusion, "Benefits?"

Zuo Xiangnan smiled and nodded, "Miss Song's appearance in such an occasion is not only a test for herself, but also a rare opportunity to make some friends."

"In a way, helping Miss Song make a name for herself in this industry is also a good thing for you."

Song Qingran finally understood the purpose of this, "So that's how it is."

Zuo Xiangnan said, "Actually, this is also President Pei's idea. In any case, President Pei has put a lot of effort into Miss Song. Don't be too nervous when you go. Just treat it as making friends."

Song Qingran pursed her lips and nodded, "Yes, I understand. I will definitely not be stage-frightened and disappoint Mr. Pei."

Was all of this arranged by him?

Was it all for her?

Song Qingran cleared her mind of all distractions. She just couldn't understand why this man was being so good to her.

She was just an ordinary, unremarkable person.

Song Qingran, Song Qingran, what are you thinking? He already has a family and a wife. You absolutely cannot have such thoughts!

Song Qingran quickly shook off the jumbled thoughts in her mind and pulled herself out of her unrealistic fantasies.

As Zuo Xiangnan left through the left exit from backstage, the moment the door opened...

As soon as the performance ended, all the students in the audience stood up and applauded.

A thunderous applause erupted. The moment the lights came on, Song Qingran stood stunned in the audience, watching Jiang Hua on stage. She wore a black, fitted halter-neck dress, her perfect, arrogant figure displayed confidently to everyone. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. She put down her violin, and as the piece ended, she simply smiled slightly. Her stunning face was reflected on the big screen. A gentle breeze ruffled her hair, and behind her... it seemed as if a light shone on her back, making her so beautiful that she seemed unreal, as if she didn't belong in this mundane world. She was confident, poised, and radiant with every gesture, almost dreamlike.

She...is truly perfect!

Jiang Hua, she... has become the kind of person so many people envy.

At that moment, someone on the platform shouted, "Goddess, play one more song!"

"One more song."

Even Shen Bao'er was almost mesmerized by Jiang Hua's performance. She handed the microphone to Jiang Hua, who took it and said, "I'm sorry, classmate, this piece was composed on the spot. It's the only piece I can play. Although it's only half a minute long, I will play the incomplete piece for you next time."

Unexpectedly, it was an impromptu piece. The crowd was in an uproar. Just who is this Jiang Hua? How could she amaze so many people with a piece she played so casually?

The man continued shouting, "When is the next time?"

Jiang Hua: "Then we'll see when the school holds another school assembly like this."

"However, thank you for your support."

"See you next time."

On the school forum, most of the posts were negative, highlighting Jiang Hua's notorious arrogance and domineering behavior. Now, with her sudden fame and the added filter of praise, coupled with Shen Bao'er's voice, the combination of the two has amazed the teachers and students of the school. They have never seen such a harmonious pairing before. Jiang Hua's image on the forum has been completely rehabilitated, and she has gained a large number of fans.

The piece Jiang Hua played on the violin just now instantly became the most popular video, and was even set to the top of the screen by the school administration.

Even though it only lasted thirty seconds, it had the highest number of views of all the posts.

Jiang Hua made a stunning exit.

This made Song Qingran's dance seem bland, not to mention... all the other students who had to continue performing felt immense pressure.

After stepping down from the stage, Jiang Hua returned the violin she had borrowed to the classmate.

Just then, Jiang Hua received a phone call from the visa processing staff.

Jiang Hualiao said a few words to Shen Bao'er and then left the backstage area.

She went outside, and under the flowerbeds and streetlights outside the performance venue, a staff member carrying a briefcase immediately handed over the completed visa to Jiang Hua upon seeing her.

Without saying anything else, Jiang Hua would be overjoyed for three to five months after receiving the visa.

The moment she turned around, the corners of her mouth, which had been upturned, narrowed into a thin line when she saw the person coming out of the exit as well…