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

Jiang Hua stopped walking slowly. "Pei Zhan is still in the study taking a phone call. If you have something to say, just tell me. He's not available right now."

Just then, a passing car drove by and honked its horn.

Jiang Hua quickly covered the microphone, not knowing if her father had heard her.

Jiang Hua turned her back, made up a random excuse, and hung up the phone.

She could wait until his condition stabilized before telling him the truth about her divorce from Pei Zhan.

Jiang Hua was well aware of how much her father valued Pei Zhan.

My father once said: Even if Pei Zhan doesn't marry him, it's not a mistake to leave the Jiang's Jewelry Group in Pei Zhan's hands.

For the sake of the Jiang family's future, Jiang Hua only has one choice: to marry someone capable of supporting the Jiang family...

Marrying Pei Zhan is the best choice for her, her father, and the company.

So... Jiang Hua was always afraid, afraid that her father would find out about her divorce from Pei Zhan.

And what about Pei Zhan?

On the busy street, Song Qingran saw people waiting at the traffic light in a car parked not far away.

She seems to possess a unique and distinctive quality; because of her face, she stands out in a crowd.

Some people are like that; you can tell their family background without any fancy embellishments.

I never expected to see her here...

After Song Qingran was sent to the hospital last time, she didn't know how she was doing. When she went to deal with it, the police told her that she had already left.

Last time, I didn't even know her name.

Pei Zhan also saw Jiang Hua, but Jiang Hua looked thoughtful as she crossed the zebra crossing. A car sped across the road, running a red light, and was only half a meter away from hitting her.

But Jiang Hua was completely distracted. The man in the car watched her leave with his deep eyes until a voice came from the back passenger seat, at which point he looked away, “…Mr. Pei, stop at the intersection ahead. If we go any further, my classmate will see us.”

Pei Zhan: "Call me after school, and I'll come pick you up."

Without a second thought, Song Qingran refused curtly, but she was also nervous, clutching her black pleated skirt. "I don't need you to pick me up, Mr. Pei. Can I stay at school? It's too much trouble going back and forth like this. And... I don't want my mother to know. She's not well, and I need to go to the hospital to take care of her."

Pei Zhan: "There are caregivers at the hospital, so nothing will happen."

Song Qingran knew that the man in front of her was independent, autocratic, and domineering, and he didn't like her saying anything more.

Upon hearing his refusal, Song Qingran dared not say anything more.

She was afraid of the man's methods.

He was also afraid... of him dealing with his brother.

Song Qingran couldn't understand why someone as powerful and influential as him would fall for her.

With such a successful career, any woman he wants will be swarming around him, eager to sleep with him…

If things continue like this every day, and he keeps her around like a caged canary, she'll definitely go crazy!

But what could she possibly do?

As Jiang Hua walked into the campus, she suddenly had an indescribable feeling, as if she had been transported to another world.

Song Qingran also happened to get out of the car.

As Jiang Hua walked outside the gate, she noticed the black sedan parked across the street.

From a short distance away, Jiang Hua saw the person in the driver's seat.

Their eyes met briefly, both of them cold and indifferent.

They were just like complete strangers.

Jiang Hua stopped and looked at Song Qingran getting out of Pei Zhan's car.

However, Pei Zhan rolled down the car window, which was halfway down, and finally saw Jiang Hua, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

And when he looked at Song Qingran and then at him, a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Jiang Hua glanced at it only once, her expression returning to its original aloof indifference.

Song Qingran had a long ponytail, a tall and beautiful figure, and a youthful appearance, like a magnolia bud about to bloom. She carried a schoolbag, looking delicate and lively. The moment she closed the car door, Song Qingran noticed Jiang Hua's presence.

I saw her again.

Song Qingran bit her lip worriedly. Had she seen it?

What if she misunderstands something?

I never expected that she was also a student at Imperial University. When I saw her at the coffee shop last time, her attire didn't look like that of a student at all.

Song Qingran didn't greet Pei Zhan, and ran all the way to catch up with her so she could explain.

But by the time she got there, the figure had already disappeared.

Teito University.

Jiang Hua walked into the homeroom teacher's office. "Teacher."

The homeroom teacher said, "Regardless of your previous reasons for taking a leave of absence, now that you're back, you must abide by the school's rules. There's something I need to tell you. Professor Jin has already told me about your situation, and I suppose... she's told you too! Every time you submit a design draft, Professor Jin tells me that you're simply not cut out for design. You still have one chance to change your major, and I hope you'll consider it."

“It’s not that simple to pursue a career in jewelry design. If your family is facing any difficulties, I can help you apply for financial aid, because… without such talent, it’s very difficult to graduate from a design program.”

Jiang Hua nodded: "I understand, teacher. I will consider changing my major."

The homeroom teacher waved to her, "Go to class first, talk to your family about it, and give me your answer this week."

"Okay, teacher."

Just then, a familiar, clear voice rang out from the doorway, "Teacher Chen, I'm here to submit my application for this scholarship."

Song Qingran stared at Jiang Hua for a moment, then smiled and replied obediently, "Okay, teacher."

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce you. This is my student, Song Qingran! She's the top scorer in the humanities this year. The other top scorer in the sciences, a law student, is her boyfriend; he also graduated from our school. Now he runs a law firm. What's even more coincidental is that you two are in the same major. Qingran is a first-rate talent in jewelry design; she won first place in a design competition in high school. You two can discuss and exchange ideas about design in the future," she said proudly.

Song Qingran smiled politely and said, "Teacher, you flatter me too much."

"Go on, go on! Be careful on the road."

The two walked slowly, remaining silent until they left the teachers' building.

I never expected her to be so outstanding.

The top liberal arts student in the capital city this year.

Compared to her, Jiang Hua was indeed too ordinary.

Actually, she didn't take the entrance exam for Imperial University back then. Instead, her father donated a library to the university, which allowed Jiang Hua to be admitted despite not meeting the requirements.

Song Qingran kept her head down, glancing at her every now and then. Jiang Hua could tell that she clearly had something to say.

Jiang Hua remained silent, instead keeping her gaze fixed on the seemingly ordinary Song Qingran before her.

She couldn't understand what it was about Song Qingran that made Pei Zhan love her so much!

He loved her so much that he was willing to give up their child.

Their love was so intense that it wiped out their eight-year marriage overnight.

It was just to give her a wedding.

Pei Zhan's heartless words still faintly echoed in her ears: "I'm sorry, I owe her a wedding."

Memories flooded Jiang Hua's mind in an instant.

A dull ache was also coming from my heart.

"Senior...I...I have something I'd like to ask you."