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

Jiang Hua thought Shen Yebai's words were something like a shopping card, so she accepted them without giving it much thought.

If it were truly valuable, why would someone give it away so easily?

Not to mention a stingy country bumpkin like Pei Zhan, who would actually want to give her this kind of card.

After driving from the mall, Shen Yebai dropped Jiang Hua off at the entrance of the West Gate campus.

inside the car.

Shen Yebai said, "Call me when it's over, and I'll come pick you up."

Jiang Hua: "Mm."

The secretary got out of the car and opened the passenger door for Jiang Hua, who then opened a parasol and walked into the campus.

However, not far away, Song Qingran and Xue Ruyao happened to come out of the library and were about to go to another class in the teaching building when they happened to see Jiang Hua getting out of a Hongqi car. Someone even opened the car door for her.

Upon seeing this scene, Xue Ruyao quickly took out her phone to take pictures. "I knew it! Why is Jiang Hua so arrogant at school? She's being kept by a sugar daddy. She even said those things about you last time. How dare she criticize you?"

"And that dance costume, it was clearly her doing. She did such a despicable thing, and she won't admit it."

The sunlight overhead was blinding. Song Qingran watched Jiang Hua, who was holding an umbrella, go upstairs. "Yaoyao, the security camera didn't see Jiang Hua go to the changing room, so let's not jump to conclusions."

Xue Ruyao snorted coldly, "Besides her, who else would target you like this? That Shen Bao'er? No matter what, Shen Bao'er is a rich young lady, she wouldn't do such dirty and despicable things. It seems to be Jiang Hua who did it."

Song Qingran spoke weakly, and there were dark circles under her eyes. "Alright, Yaoyao, let's not talk about this anymore, okay? It's all in the past, let it go."

“I won’t let this go so easily. I just happened to get a picture of the car’s license plate number. My cousin also works at the traffic bureau. I’ll send it to him later and see… just who is the big shot behind Jiang Hua that makes her so arrogant. Once I find out, I’m going to put up big posters right outside her house so that her family and all the neighbors know that she’s being kept by an old man.”

Song Qingran was in a daze and couldn't hear what Xue Ruyao was saying. Ever since she enrolled in the elective course of jewelry restoration, she had spent a lot of time and energy on it.

I haven't had a proper rest during this period.

It seems she really is quite tired.

Jiang Hua returned to the classroom where she was alone. Not long after, Professor Guo walked in, holding a thermos and a bank card, and handed them to Jiang Hua.

Jiang Hua stopped taking notes and looked up. "What's this?"

Professor Guo, “This is the payment you asked me to give you for repairing that set of jade jewelry last time. There isn’t much in it, just consider it a small reward for your hard work. It’s only about 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.”

"I don't need it. Consider it practice. Take the money back," Jiang Hua said calmly.

Professor Guo: "You don't like it?"

Jiang Hua did have some reservations, but she couldn't very well tell the truth, "No."

Professor Guo: "I know this money is nothing to you. But it's something you earned yourself without your family's help, so it's rightfully yours. Although it's not much, it shows me how much you've grown. If your mother were alive and saw your current abilities, she would be proud of you."

"Take it. This is the first time you've earned money, so it will have some significance for you."

make money?

This word was a bit unfamiliar to Jiang Hua. Jiang Hua had never thought about making money in her life. After all, money was too easy for the Jiang family to obtain, and she was used to enjoying the fruits of others' labor.

"I never thought about making money from this. I just wanted to graduate as soon as possible and earn some credits," Jiang Hua said honestly.

Professor Guo understood Jiang Hua's meaning. How could a pampered young lady who had been waited on hand and foot possibly care about 20,000 yuan? Everyone has different ideas. People who have always been pampered cannot be expected to experience the hardships of ordinary people.

"Do you know how difficult it is for an ordinary person to earn 20,000 yuan these days? A teacher's monthly salary is only a few thousand yuan, and you earned in half a month what a teacher earns in several months."

Jiang Hua frowned, as if deep in thought. Professor Guo assumed she had figured something out, but after a while, he heard her boast, "Am I that amazing?"

Professor Guo burst out laughing, a hearty laugh that could be heard by students passing by outside the door.

Professor Guo still gave her the bank card. "Huahua, it is human nature to be self-reliant. Relying on anyone will not last long. Nothing is better than relying on yourself. Remember what your teacher said."

Twenty thousand yuan…

One of her earrings is worth more than 20,000 yuan.

This was the first time in her two lifetimes that she had earned money through her own abilities, and she couldn't quite describe the feeling, but she felt great.

Even if the Jiang family is gone, Jiang Hua will be able to support herself through her own efforts.

Professor Guo had seen all of Jiang Hua's hard work. She would come to school at ten o'clock at night and sometimes didn't leave until two o'clock at night. The most common time she wouldn't leave until midnight. This money... she should take it, and she deserved it.

The students who overheard these words in the corridor spread the word far and wide, and Jiang Hua transferred to the jewelry restoration major, immediately receiving a reward of 20,000 yuan.

Gradually, quite a few people started to learn about this major…

"My God, I never expected Jiang Hua to be so amazing! Twenty thousand yuan! That's enough for my living expenses for two or three years."

"Qingran, didn't you choose jewelry restoration as your major? Can you really make money from it?"

Song Qingran sat in her seat, head down, without saying a word, her grip on the pen tightening.

Someone nearby said, "I remember, Qingran, an intern at Jiang's, only earned 2,600 yuan a month. Sigh... It's really infuriating to compare yourself to others. How come all the good things have gone to Jiang Hua?"

"I'm jealous!"

Seeing Song Qingran's expression, Xue Ruyao stood up and shooed away the people around her. "Can't you all be less short-sighted? It's just helping someone repair jewelry, and you're all jealous of 20,000 yuan?"

"Think about Zhou Yan, the design director of King Group. If she designs a set, it will cost millions or tens of millions. In the future... our Qingran will be on par with jewelry designers like Zhou Yan. We won't care about that little bit of money."

Another sarcastic voice rang out, "Oh, you don't even care? Saying things like that is laughable. I'm wondering if Xue Ruyao's been used to being Song Qingran's lackey? How can you say something like that? Everyone knows it's you two who've been picking on Jiang Hua time and time again. Jiang Hua can't be bothered with you anymore, but you all keep trying to cause trouble. It's one thing if you're not as pretty as others, but you even gossiped behind her back about her being kept by someone. I think it's someone else who's being kept. One of her performance outfits costs 100,000 yuan. Isn't she a model student? With 100,000 yuan, why is she applying for a poverty alleviation scholarship? Who is she trying to fool?"