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

This 600,000 is just a fraction of the millions Jiang Hua spent on her coming-of-age party. Jiang Hua glanced at it; most of the expenses were for hiring male models. She readily picked up a pen and signed her name.

Jiang Hua: "I'll pay this money when I leave."

After seeing her sign her name so readily, the hotel manager gave her a standard smile. "Okay, Ms. Jiang, our hotel has provided you with a private driver to take you to school. He's already waiting at the hotel entrance."

Jiang Hua refused, "No need, I'll walk there myself."

Hotel Manager: "Okay, Ms. Jiang, have a nice day and take care."

At the hotel entrance, Jiang Hua lowered her head and put her dead phone into her bag. At the same time, she heard a familiar voice. When Jiang Hua looked up, she saw a man in a black suit with his back to her, holding a phone in one hand and a breakfast in the other.

Zuo Xiangnan: "President Pei, the breakfast I ordered for Miss Song has been picked up..."

"Yes, I'll go back and get it right away."

As soon as Zuo Xiangnan hung up the phone and turned around, he unexpectedly ran into Miss Jiang behind him. In the instant their eyes met, Zuo Xiangnan only looked at Jiang Hua with a cold gaze.

Zuo Xiangnan greeted her first, "Young Miss."

Jiang Hua ignored him, took a step forward, and calmly walked away from him.

The distance from the hotel to the school wasn't too far, only about a fifteen-minute walk. Even if Jiang Hua could pretend not to see the luxury car parked across from the hotel, she couldn't ignore the gaze coming from inside.

Song Qingran sat in the back passenger seat. Pei Zhan was dressed in an expensive suit, with straight trousers hanging smoothly, and Italian handmade custom leather shoes that gleamed white. He exuded an expensive and cold aura that spread freely.

Song Qingran watched Jiang Hua leave the hotel. Her clothes were not the same as yesterday's, and the bag she carried was from a well-known luxury brand.

Not long after Jiang Hua left, a fat, greasy man with a thick gold chain walked out of the hotel. He looked to be only about 1.6 meters tall. The greasy man caught up with Jiang Hua in a few steps. Seeing the two of them in an intimate posture and talking about something, the man's hand teasingly patted her on the back of the butt.

Upon witnessing all this, Song Qingran impulsively tried to open the car door and get out, but was immediately frightened by the terrifying tone of the man beside her: "Sit in the car and don't move!"

Song Qingran said anxiously, "I saw a friend of mine being bullied. I need to go help her."

Pei Zhan said, "Meeting twice doesn't make you friends. Mind your own business with strangers!" His tone was cold and devoid of any warmth.

Song Qingran looked worriedly at the person walking not far away, "But..."

She looked up and met Pei Zhan's gaze; Song Qingran instantly wilted.

Song Qingran bit her lip before silently withdrawing her hand, watching her walk away little by little. When Zuo Xiangnan returned, he brought the breakfast he had ordered from the hotel to Song Qingran.

The car quickly drove past Jiang Hua. Jiang Hua was wearing white headphones, her hands were in her coat pockets, and her slightly wavy long hair was fluttering in the wind. Her delicate yet assertive face was captivating at first glance, and even men would find her attractive.

Song Qingran glanced back at her. Actually, she was really beautiful. When she didn't speak, she was like a thornless red rose, blooming alluringly and captivating anyone in her presence. But when she spoke to her with sharp words, her fierce contempt and downcast gaze made her very uncomfortable.

Thinking of what happened that day, Song Qingran lowered her head, clutching the hem of her dress nervously, and said tentatively, "Mr. Pei, it seems she knows about us..."

Song Qingran always presented a strong image in front of Pei Zhan. No matter what she did, she would never bow her head to this terrifying and tyrannical man. Song Qingran's nails dug into the flesh of her fingertips. It was unknown whether he had taken her words to heart.

Upon arrival at the destination, the car was parked across from the school as usual.

Just as Song Qingran was timidly preparing to get off the car, she heard the man's steady voice slowly ring out, "I will handle things. Focus on your studies."

"Thank you, Mr. Pei."

Just as Zuo Xiangnan was about to make a U-turn ahead to return to the company, the person in the back passenger seat spoke up, "Investigate that person from earlier."

"Yes, President Pei." Zuo Xiangnan also thought of that fat, chubby guy who dared to pat Jiang Hua's butt. He was really bold enough to touch even a tiger's butt.

However, Jiang Hua was taken advantage of, but she didn't retaliate. Normally, that person's hand would have been broken by that crazy woman, Jiang Hua.

"hold on."

Zuo Xiangnan didn't know who else to wait for. After waiting for about ten minutes, he finally saw Jiang Hua's figure across the street, standing in front of a breakfast cart. She seemed to want to buy something, but was afraid that the food might not be clean, so she hesitated and didn't buy anything.

Jiang Hua walked into the classroom, which was both strange and familiar, at a short time. The classroom was already full of people.

I hadn't been back to school for almost a year or two, and even my classmates had forgotten about me.

Jiang Hua stood outside the door, took off her headphones, and scanned the room looking for a seat.

A male college student exclaimed, "Holy crap, who is this?! Hey, beautiful lady, did you wander into the wrong classroom?"

"Could this be a new female student?! Is there such a beautiful girl in our department? My god, her skin is so fair!"

"Waaaah... I really want to touch her face. I wonder what skincare products she uses to maintain such good skin!"

In fact, a few boys joked, "It seems the title of school beauty will change hands again this year."

Jiang Hua sat in the first row near the door, put down her bag, and could feel countless eyes staring at her from behind without even looking.

Jiang Hua seemed used to these scrutinizing gazes, sitting in her seat and opening her still-new textbook.

The first lesson was on jewelry appraisal.

The professor, who was nearly fifty years old and dressed simply, entered the classroom at the last minute.

He was holding a wooden box in his hands.

The last thing after roll call.

Someone suddenly questioned, "Professor Guo, is there a new student in our class?"

Professor Guo, "Who is it?"

Professor Guo looked at the students in front of him and pointed to a person sitting alone in the corner.

Professor Guo, wearing thick glasses, looked down at her and asked, "You are... Jiang Hua, who has been studying for over a year?"

Jiang Hua nodded, "Yes, teacher, I didn't expect you to still remember me."

Jiang Hua knew him; they had met briefly at a banquet last year.

This elderly gentleman was a renowned professor of jewelry appraisal and a famous historian, a man of high moral standing and great prestige.

Professor Guo smiled. "Alright, now that you're back, focus on your studies. You won't have to take another leave of absence, will you?"

Jiang Hua gave a faint smile, "No, not anymore."

Professor Guo said, "That's good. Listen carefully to the lecture."

"Okay, teacher."

Two classes, each lasting an hour and a half, with only a fifteen-minute break in between.

The morning passed quickly. Jiang Hua listened fairly well. She had an advantage in jewelry appraisal, as she had handled all kinds of precious jewelry since she was a child. She could tell whether a piece was real or fake just by looking at it.