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

Song Qingran's fingers, gripping the pen tightly, turned slightly white, and her face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Xue Ruyao said, "Qingran already said that she rented that dress; she didn't have the money to buy it."

The female classmate who had just spoken stood up and walked over. "Rented? As far as I know, all the clothes at Mancaitang are custom-made and they are never rented out. I also asked some friends in the industry who have some connections, and there is no other one like this in the entire capital city. I would like to ask, if you really rented it, why does the size of this dress fit Song Qingran's size?"

"Even if it's a coincidence, I don't think many people could fit into these clothes, right?"

"You lie all the time and still need your friends to cover for you. Song Qingran, you are really hypocritical."

Song Qingran put down her pen, stood up, and confronted her. "Yes, 100,000 yuan is indeed a huge sum for me, but all my money has been earned honestly and I have never done anything dishonest."

“That dress was a performance outfit that gentleman gave me. I didn’t know it would be so expensive. If I had known, I would never have accepted it. As for the money I have, it’s all money I’ve saved up penny by penny. I’m not being kept. The man who’s supporting me already has a wife, and she knows I exist.”

"I have never made any malicious assumptions, Senior Jiang Hua."

"So...please don't say things like that again."

The other party was relentless and clearly targeting her, but what she said was also very insightful. In just a few words, her classmates also changed their opinion of Song Qingran, who seemed like a pure and innocent white lotus.

"Ha, you said it was rented first, and now it's a gift from a gentleman who sponsored you? Song Qingran, you really are a liar. If I called you hypocritical, fake... was I wrong?" Zhou Lin rolled her eyes at Song Qingran. "Anyone who didn't know better would really think you were a pure and innocent girl. Don't you know what kind of person you are?"

Zhou Lin had long disliked Song Qingran, and after saying this, she turned and left the classroom.

"Qingran, don't take her words to heart. She's just jealous of you. Last time, she also participated in the Jiang family's design competition finals and she came in fourth place. She... she's definitely just jealous of you."

One by one, the people around them silently dispersed.

Song Qingran looked sickly pale. "I...I'm fine. I'll go wash my face."

"You don't look well, let me stay with you."

"No need, I'll be back soon."

Song Qingran stood in the corridor, facing the blinding beam of light, which made her sway slightly.

In the secluded, guarded area down the stairwell in the corridor, the door was open. Song Qingran could vaguely see Jiang Hua with her legs crossed, her hand supporting her head, quietly listening to the lesson…

As soon as she took a step forward, suddenly... Song Qingran's vision began to blur, and she could not see clearly. The world spun around her, and after a while, her body tilted backward and fell down.

In the final second before she completely lost consciousness, she heard someone calling her name…

Jiang Hua was drawn to the commotion outside the corridor. Her beautiful, amber-like eyes glanced over, as if someone had fainted. But it was only for a moment before she looked away. She never cared about things that were unimportant to her.

Song Qingran suddenly fainted, alarming the school authorities. Xue Ruyao quickly took her to the infirmary and stayed by her side.

Fortunately, the fainting was just due to low blood sugar caused by lack of rest, and there were no other major problems.

Song Qingran's emergency contact was changed to Pei Zhan's private mobile phone number.

When Pei Zhan received the call, he was in the middle of a video conference with the company's senior management, despite his injury. The phone rang, and he saw that the caller was Song Qingran.

Pei Zhan ended the meeting with a short sentence: "That's all for today. Send the other meeting plan documents to my email, and I will reply to them one by one tonight."

The video call ended, and Pei Zhan answered the phone, asking gently, "What's wrong?"

Zuo Xiangnan put away the computer in front of Pei Zhan.

Upon hearing the voice, Xue Ruyao was taken aback. The deep voice sounded so familiar to her, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

She paused for only a second before quickly regaining her composure and saying, "Excuse me, are you Qingran's brother? I'm Qingran's classmate. Qingran has fainted in the infirmary, and the doctor said it would be best to take her to the hospital for a check-up. I have class this afternoon and can't take time off. If it's convenient for you, could you come over?"

"Qingran hasn't been in a good mood lately. I think she hasn't been getting enough rest, probably for some other reason."

Pei Zhan's gaze sharpened, and his thin lips formed a sharp curve.

Xue Ruyao looked at the phone that had been hung up and secretly put Qingran's phone back.

People's Hospital.

Pei Zhan's tone turned serious as he instructed, "Go and ask about Qingran's situation at the school."

Zuo Xiangnan nodded. "Yes."

A few minutes later, Zuo Xiangnan received the news from the school and reported it to him truthfully: "They said that Miss Qingran had a bad argument with someone at school, which was related to the incident where her dance costume was damaged last time. Not long after, Miss Qingran fainted, but fortunately she is not seriously injured and will be fine after resting for a while."

Pei Zhan: "Prepare the car to go to school."

Zuo Xiangnan was worried. "But President Pei, what about your injury?"

Pei Zhan: "It's alright."

It takes an hour and a half to get from the hospital to Imperial College London, and there's a traffic jam right now.

When Song Qingran woke up, it was already the end of the last class.

As she walked out of the clinic, she saw the car parked not far away, which made her heart jump. Carrying the medicine in her hand, she slowly walked forward.

As the sky gradually darkened and the last rays of light disappeared, there were hardly any people left in the school.

Song Qingran sat in the back passenger seat, her mood visibly downcast. "I'm sorry, I... I've caused you trouble again."

The clinic is near the west gate. Zuo Xiangnan turned the steering wheel and drove forward.

"You haven't been back to 'Blooming Flowers' much lately? Where have you been?"

Hearing his calm voice, Song Qingran suddenly gripped the hem of her clothes nervously, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.

Because…she was afraid…

He has a strong desire for self-control, and Song Qingran needs to report to him no matter what she does.

The calmer his tone, the angrier he was...

Perhaps it was the suppressed emotions she had been suppressing that made her feel suffocated.

Song Qingran also lost her temper, "Where I go is none of your business."

"I don't need to report everything I do to you."

“We are only in a sponsorship relationship. Your focus should be on your family and your wife, not on me!”

wife?

Jiang Hua?

Unfortunately, Pei Zhan's peripheral vision drifted to the teaching building where Jiang Hua was. On the third-floor balcony, he saw Jiang Hua's hand being held by another man. She was standing on tiptoe, twirling and dancing gracefully in the silvery moonlight, under the man's tender gaze...