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

"This time, Pei Zhan protected his father's life, almost becoming a paralyzed vegetable himself."

"Dad has no reason not to believe him."

"Promise Dad, no matter what Pei Zhan did wrong, give him another chance..."

Jiang Hua lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes. As she blinked, the tears fell. She didn't cry out, but these words struck her heart heavily, one blow after another.

Her body was trembling uncontrollably; she... had never thought of these things before.

"Then... Dad, have you thought about what we'll do if Pei Zhan and I really reach the point where we have no choice but to divorce?"

“Dad will never let that day come,” he said firmly.

At that moment, Jiang Hua saw the determination in his eyes.

"In the face of life and death, everything else is insignificant."

"From the moment you were born, I couldn't give you a healthy and complete body. From now on... I just hope that you can live a life free from worries about food and clothing, and that when you get sick and need surgery, I can always have money to give you medicine and treatment."

Congenital heart disease is incurable. Jiang Weiguo just wanted to give Jiang Hua the best treatment when she had an attack, so that she could live a good life.

If Jiang Hua hadn't been sick since childhood, Jiang Weiguo wouldn't have been so cruel to Ji Liangchuan, making him leave the capital city forever and never appear in front of Jiang Hua again.

Life is greater than love, greater than everything...

If Ji Liangchuan truly loved Jiang Hua, he wouldn't have disappeared without a trace after all these years just because of a few threats from him…

“You can have your own career even without love. Dad knows you’ve switched back to jewelry restoration. Apart from Ji Liangchuan, Dad won’t stop you from doing anything else, but you must prioritize your health and take good care of yourself. That’s more important than anything else.”

"Everything your mother left behind was locked in the attic by your father. The key is in a drawer in the study. Go get it yourself if you want it."

"I thought you had burned everything." Jiang Hua sniffed, her nose stinging. By the time she looked up, her tears had already receded.

He never knew that his father's reason for not letting her divorce Pei Zhan was so that one day he could cure her heart disease and afford the special medicine that cost 800,000 yuan a bottle when her condition relapsed.

It turns out that in her father's heart, she was more important than the company; Jiang Hua was wrong…

Jiang Weiguo rested in the evening.

Jiang Hua then returned to Yulong Bay.

She told Xu's mother, "Don't tell Dad about the previous divorce agreement."

Xu Qiulan said earnestly, "Don't worry, Miss. I know you were just angry in the moment, so I didn't tell the master. I've put all your things away and hidden them in the box in your dressing room. I haven't even read the letter you wrote to the master; I've just put them all together."

"That's good, thank you, Aunt Xu."

"You silly child, don't be so polite. Aunt Xu has watched you grow up since you were little. It's only right that I do these things for you."

"It's getting late, Miss, you should go back to your room and rest. There are caregivers at the hospital, so nothing will happen."

"Ah."

Jiang Hua hadn't slept well for three or four days. She went up to the attic, used the key to unlock the chain, pushed open the door, and turned on the switch on the wall. Only then did Jiang Hua see that the shelves in the attic were filled with her mother's belongings.

This includes her jewelry restoration manual and recorded videos…

There's a home theater in the house. Jiang Hua sat in her seat, watching the scenes playing on the white screen...

The woman in the video looks almost exactly like Jiang Hua, except that she has a better, more gentle demeanor, while Jiang Hua is unrestrained and more free-spirited...

"Xiao Wang, the camera is crooked, straighten it."

"Madam, is that so?" The voice belonged to Wang Qi, who was also the Jiang family's steward.

“Yes…” The camera zoomed out, and Jiang Qingcheng walked to the center of the frame. She was wearing a pair of white gloves and a Western-style lace dress, which was tied up with a headband and pinned up behind her head.

"Just point your camera at my hand in a moment."

"Hey, don't shake the camera like that."

"Good lady."

When his mother was young, she was an absolute beauty, and when his father was young, he was a gentle and refined young man, like an ancient scholar. The two looked very compatible. Even now, Jiang Weiguo, who is in his forties or fifties, is not bad-looking. Men of this age are usually overweight or have big bellies, but... Jiang Weiguo has a strict exercise plan for himself every day, controls his appetite, and doesn't smoke or drink.

My father's background was rather ordinary; his family consisted of intellectuals, generations of scholars and writers, except for his generation, when he started learning business, which he disliked the most, for my mother's sake.

She had heard from Xu Ma that when her father was young, he was a chief translator fluent in five languages, specializing in receiving important foreign figures. Many daughters of high-ranking families offered him positions, but he was not tempted by the enormous power and resolutely gave up his exclusive field to start a business from scratch and help her mother protect the Jiang family. He never wavered for a moment.

Jiang Weiguo might not be considered a very good father, but as a husband, he is impeccable…

Pei Zhan's work is not even comparable to a single hair on his father's head; there is no one else like him in the whole world.

Jiang Hua's attention was completely focused on the woman in the picture, and she didn't hear a single word she said.

I assure you, Mother, Jiang... will always be there...

First People's Hospital.

The chair made a slight noise as it dragged on the floor. Pei Zhan, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, quickly opened them. His black pupils reflected Jiang Hua's face and suddenly contracted. The wariness in his eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by a hint of surprise, which he clearly showed.

"Miss Jiang, are you planning to come and annoy me again?"

Jiang Hua sat in that chair, her arms crossed over her chest, squinting as she scrutinized Pei Zhan. Unable to see clearly, she got up and sat down beside his bed, leaning over. Her stunningly beautiful face was clearly imprinted in Pei Zhan's dark eyes.

At such a delicate distance, Pei Zhan noticed the slight redness in her eyes. "Have you been crying?" he asked in a low voice.

The two locked eyes, their lips just centimeters apart, ready to kiss. Faced with such an alluring face, Pei Zhan's Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze towards Jiang Hua deepened.

Jiang Hua frowned. "Did you put some kind of curse on my father?"

Pei Zhan, "Spell?"

"Watching too much TV?"

The man's gaze unconsciously fell on Jiang Hua's alluring lips.

"If you hadn't cast a curse, with thousands of employees in the company, why would Dad have chosen you in the first place?"

"Did you hire a Taoist priest to perform a ritual?"

Her warm breath brushed against the man's face, sending shivers down his spine, carrying her lovely fragrance...