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

"See? This is the surprise I gave you. After all, we were husband and wife and have some feelings for each other. After all, I was once the father of three children. I won't stay at Jinsha Shallow Bay anymore. I'll leave it for you and Song Qingran as your future wedding home. Consider it payment for helping me find my mother's belongings."

"I wish you a pleasant evening, and many children and much happiness!"

Besides Jiang Hua's cheerful voice, another voice came from the phone, "Huahua, it's time to go."

What would you like to eat later?

He hung up the phone before he could hear Jiang Hua's voice.

No one could hear what was being said on the phone, but the servants around, including Song Qingran, could feel a strong and terrifying aura emanating from the man, his eyes tinged with gloom.

Song Qingran didn't know what was wrong with him, but... her sensitive mind roughly guessed what was going on. The girl couldn't hide the disappointment in her eyes, then she put on a nonchalant smile, "I... I understand, Mr. Pei. This is probably someone's prank. I'm sorry to have bothered you. I... I'll take a taxi back now."

"Kagher, take her back."

"Yes, young master."

Kagel, dressed in a classic European-style suit, nodded respectfully to Pei Zhan and gave the order. Pei Zhan suddenly grabbed the car keys placed in the entryway, and even his back view exuded an aura of uncontrollable anger.

"Miss Song, please." The other person spoke in stiff Mandarin.

Song Qingran finally managed to suppress all the emotions she shouldn't have had, including a hint of shock. She had never seen such a beautiful manor villa before, such a magnificent place; she had only ever seen them on television and in magazines…

Red wine, candles, a lavish dinner…

Were these all prepared for his wife?

What about... that text message?

Is it also her...?

Is Mr. Pei's argument with his wife all because of her?

Song Qingran lowered her head and followed the butler out. Her heart was filled with guilt, panic, and fear. But more than these, Song Qingran knew in her heart that she was afraid. She watched the man drive away quickly and imperceptibly, and in just a few seconds, the car disappeared.

It seems he really loves his wife.

Some things are simply not for her to fantasize about.

When they reached a black sedan, Kagel opened the door for the girl with the courtesy due to a VIP, while his gaze swept over her as he looked her up and down. "Miss Song, please get in the car."

After hesitating for a moment, Song Qingran stopped and looked apologetically at the person in front of her. "I didn't mean to come. I just... received a text message from Mr. Pei. I asked him if he needed anything, but he didn't reply. I was worried that he might think something had happened to him, so I... wanted to come and see him."

"I really didn't mean anything by it." Song Qingran lowered her head, her eyes instantly welling up with tears, a single crystal tear falling from her eye.

Kagel took out a striped silk handkerchief from his pocket. “It’s understandable that Miss Song is sad. All of this… is the young master’s own choice. He chose the young mistress. But Miss Song doesn’t need to be sad. Your current choice is to live your life well. I think with Miss Song’s character and ability, you are no worse than any ordinary person. It won’t be difficult for you to find a man who admires and loves you.”

Song Qingran: "I...I don't understand what you mean."

Kagel smiled slightly: "The young master has no romantic feelings for you..."

...

Shen Yebai took Jiang Hua to a Korean restaurant and they drank a bowl of sweet fermented rice wine. Jiang Hua was relatively sober at first, but by the time Shen Yebai took her home, she was already drunk and unconscious.

Xie Huai drove the car and turned at a bend. Jiang Hua, who was leaning against the car seat, leaned weakly against Shen Yebai. Shen Yebai had also drunk some alcohol and was not a heavy drinker. People with special status like him were never good at drinking. He would get drunk after just three cups of baijiu.

"Sir, I suggest we take Miss Jiang back to the Shen family home first. If we go to her apartment now, she's drunk and there might be no one to take care of her."

Shen Yebai gently lifted Jiang Hua's soft, cold face with his hand, and subconsciously laid her down on his lap. A gray suit jacket was draped over her, and her skirt had somehow moved up to her hips, exposing her long, white legs to Shen Yebai's view. Jiang Hua was lying on her side, and her proportions were perfect, with a defined waist and legs, and her hips were incredibly alluring to countless men.

what's on your mind!

Shen Yebai, who is usually calm and proud of his self-control, is now... also... overcome with lust.

His body was surging with masculine hormones, a reaction a real man should have, especially since he was facing Jiang Hua.

A burning gaze, a parched throat bobbing up and down.

Shen Yebai reached out, turned his eyes away, and without touching her skin, straightened her skirt.

"Just do as she says, send her back to her apartment. She has class tomorrow, and staying in the apartment will allow her to rest more."

It will take an hour and a half to get back, and I won't arrive at the apartment until around nine o'clock.

Jiang Hua leaned against Shen Yebai's legs and slept for over an hour. When she was almost fully awake, Shen Yebai's legs were already numb and she couldn't feel anything. She sat up, rubbing her forehead, her head still a little fuzzy. Seeing Shen Yebai beside her with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep, Jiang Hua's vision blurred. His handsome and gentle profile, his hair always neatly combed and comfortable, exuded no aggression. Even now, without his eyes open or speaking, he possessed the refined and extraordinary, elegant and noble temperament befitting a scion of a prestigious family. This innate nobility was not something everyone could possess.

She must be crazy to even think of that country bumpkin, Pei Zhan.

The suit jacket draped over her shoulders slipped off, and Jiang Hua looked away, picking it up.

The car drove smoothly. Jiang Hua covered his legs with her suit jacket and didn't disturb him, letting him rest. Both of them had drunk a little, which Jiang Hua hadn't expected; neither of them could hold their liquor so poorly.

Jiang Hua raised her wrist and glanced at the old watch she was wearing, realizing it was almost 9:30.

At this point... Pei Zhan had already slept with Song Qingran.

When she came out of Jinsha Shallow Bay, Aunt Xu had already delivered her things to her apartment.

When she moved in, Jiang Hua didn't bring any of her things, only her favorite books, skincare and makeup products from her vanity, and even the jewelry and bags in her walk-in closet were all the latest styles prepared by Pei Zhan. But thinking about it…