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

The ill-fitting underwear made her feel uncomfortable, and Song Qingran shifted uncomfortably, a small movement that Pei Zhan noticed.

He noticed the glance, but quickly withdrew his gaze.

Song Qingran was wearing Jiang Hua's pajamas, but they were still too big for her.

At the dinner table, most of the conversation revolved around company matters.

Jiang Weiguo was naturally happy that Pei Zhan was able to return, as he could finally put down some of his burdens. Previously, Jiang's business only involved jewelry, but since Pei Zhan took over the company, it had expanded to include many other business projects. In addition, since he married Huahua, Jiang Weiguo had been recuperating at home and hadn't been paying much attention to the company's affairs. At first, he didn't know this, but after personally experiencing it, he realized how difficult Pei Zhan's situation had been.

"I guess I'm getting old. There are many things I can no longer make decisions about, and my health is getting worse and worse."

“It must have been really tough for you to manage the company all by yourself these past few years.”

Pei Zhan: "It's all what I should do."

Xu Qiu suddenly spoke up, "Sir, it's time to take your medicine."

Pei Zhan said, "We've almost finished eating. Mr. Jiang, please take care of yourself. I won't disturb you any longer."

Jiang Weiguo nodded. "Remember to come back for meals often."

Pei Zhan nodded. "Yes."

During this time, Song Qingran ate her meal silently without saying a word, and she couldn't understand a single word of what was said.

After leaving Yulong Bay, Pei Zhan opened the passenger door for Song Qingran. Pei Zhan walked around to the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat. She gently asked, "Is Chairman Jiang not feeling well?"

Pei Zhan glanced at the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel, and said, "Yes, Chairman Jiang has a heart condition; it's not very good."

It turned out to be the case.

After the car drove out of Yulong Bay, the two remained silent for a while.

Pei Zhan, "The clothes don't fit?"

Song Qingran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt her face burning hot. She lowered her head, gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, bit her lip, and carefully replied, "Yes, a little. I don't know why, but it seems a little itchy."

Pei Zhan: "Bear with it."

"Mm." Song Qingran nodded.

The largest international shopping mall in the capital city.

This shopping mall has nine floors in total. The top five floors are only accessible to VIP members who accumulate points through purchases.

The bottom four floors are for general customers.

People who can come here generally have a certain level of spending power.

Yue Lianyi generously booked out the entire VIP floor area…

In the mall elevator, Song Qingran followed Pei Zhan timidly. Only after they reached the third floor did she follow him out.

Pei Zhan walked with practiced ease, as if he knew the place very well, and went to a luxury clothing store.

Salesperson: "Mr. Pei, welcome! It's been a long time. May I ask what brings you here today?"

Pei Zhan, “Help her choose a suitable outfit.”

The sales clerk gave a professional smile and said, "Okay, Mr. Pei, please wait a moment."

Song Qingran stepped forward, tugged at Pei Zhan's clothes, and said softly, "Mr. Pei, it's alright. I have enough clothes. Although this outfit doesn't fit, it's okay. I can bear it until I get home."

Pei Zhan, "Change out first."

"Ok."

Just then, a voice came from outside the store, "I really don't know who these people are today, they actually booked the whole VIP area upstairs."

"Keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear. I told a saleswoman I know that the lady from the Shen family is back, and she's upstairs now picking out jewelry for her future daughter-in-law. You wouldn't believe it, I heard there are five cars parked in the underground garage today, they're going to fill them up and send them to the Jiang family."

"The Jiang family? The heiress of the Jiang Jewelry Group? Are these two families going to arrange a marriage?"

"Probably. Anyway, I heard rumors not long ago, and it caused quite a stir. Young Master Shen and that young lady attended a banquet together, which made some entertainment news headlines."

"I often see the Shen family on TV news, but I've never seen this eldest daughter of the Jiang family. I have no idea who she is."

"She's the daughter of the Jiang Group, with the Shen family as her backing. Why would she bother with banquets hosted by ordinary, lowly families? Now that this young lady has started to dabble in political circles, you naturally won't see her in business circles anymore."

"The two families have been friends for generations, so it's not surprising that they arranged a marriage."

A sentence echoed in Pei Zhan's mind: After returning to the capital, I will file for divorce from you. Marrying into the Shen family is my choice. I also want to see if the Jiang family can do without you.

Feeling agitated, Pei Zhan walked to the smoking area, lit a cigarette, and heard the sound of running water from the bathroom faucet behind him. A moment later, a familiar voice rang out.

Jiang Hua touched up her lipstick in front of the mirror to cover the dark circles under her eyes. "Bao'er, please tell Auntie that I'm not feeling well and I'm going home first. I'll come to your house for dinner tonight."

"Yes, I will call my dad."

Jiang Hua has already troubled the Shen family for quite some time, and it's not good for her to stay at the Shen family's house all the time.

The moment she finished applying her lipstick, put it in her bag, and looked up, she saw the last sound she wanted to hear in the mirror.

Jiang Hua's eyes turned cold instantly, but she quickly ignored him and turned to walk past him. The moment she did, her hand was grabbed by a strong force. "You're not even divorced yet, and you want to marry into the Shen family like this?"

Jiang Hua didn't look at him, only uttering two cold words, "Let go."

Pei Zhan: "I'm back."

Jiang Hua: "So?"

“I gave you a chance, but you didn’t give me an answer, so I assumed you wanted to be with Song Qingran. I had already hired a lawyer before I came back to the capital.”

"I will file for divorce... Jiang Hua means what she says."

"The Jiang family doesn't need you anymore."

Her words were sharp and eloquent, leaving Pei Zhan no room to speak.

Jiang Hua tried to brush his hand away, but he held on tightly and she couldn't shake him off. "Can't you understand human language? I want you to let go!" she said loudly.

Someone had already heard the noise and heard footsteps approaching. "Miss, is something wrong?"

The mall inspectors approached but saw no one.

In the men's restroom, Pei Zhan pinned Jiang Hua against the door. After the footsteps outside disappeared, the man's deep voice rang out, "File for divorce? If Miss Jiang files for divorce, according to the agreement I signed with Chairman Jiang, I can get 80% of the Jiang family's assets, including... 15% of the shares of Jiang's Group."

Jiang Hua looked at him with a shocked and absurd expression. "You're talking nonsense. How could Dad sign such an agreement with you?"

Pei Zhan explained, "This is a betting agreement between me and Chairman Jiang. If I can earn 30 billion in profit for Jiang's within three years, I can ask for any conditions. Otherwise, if I don't... I won't take a penny and will leave Jiang's."