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

Song Qingran lowered her head, her face revealing little emotion. She nodded, "I know. I'm truly grateful for Mr. Pei's help over the years. It's my existence that has caused him a lot of trouble."

"Actually, I really hope that Mr. Pei can treat Mrs. Pei well. I sincerely wish them a long and happy marriage."

Zuo Xiangnan's eyes were also hesitant, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. He wanted to say something comforting but didn't know where to begin. Even as Pei's assistant, he didn't know when Pei's attitude towards Jiang Hua had changed.

"When you were in Wuchuan, Miss Song, do you remember what happened between you and President Pei? Since you came back, President Pei has indeed changed a bit."

Song Qingran was also confused by what he said. "I don't know what happened to Brother Xiang Nan. I only remember that I was robbed by a group of people in Wuchuan. In the end, a kind person helped me call the police. After I was injured, I was in the hospital, and Mr. Pei took care of me. But later I saw that Senior Sister Jiang also came to Wuchuan..." After thinking about it carefully, she realized that there was nothing else. "At that time, Senior Sister Jiang was with a man, her boyfriend. We just happened to run into each other at the hospital. That's all."

Hearing this, Zuo Xiangnan understood the situation. He nodded and said, "I understand. This matter has nothing to do with Miss Song. President Pei has his own considerations for everything he does. You just need to do what you want. This time... no matter what Miss Song does, I will not stop you. Where you want to go... it is up to Miss Song to decide."

"You... are free."

This freedom is something that Song Qingran could never obtain before.

Before, the bustling city was a prison to her. No matter where she went, every step she took was restricted. Now... she is free, but for some reason she still feels a little nostalgic for this place.

Perhaps... over time, people develop an attachment to the flowers, plants, bricks, and tiles here, and are reluctant to leave.

No matter how luxurious or beautiful this villa is, it will never belong to her.

She understood what he meant; her 'relationship' with Mr. Pei was completely over.

Now, she should quickly step out of this beautiful dream she's been weaving.

Song Qingran smiled and nodded, "I know, and I understand what you mean."

"I should have been here."

"I shouldn't exist in his world either."

"Brother Xiang Nan, thank you for taking care of me all this time."

Zuo Xiangnan nodded. He couldn't bring himself to tell her the heartless truth. He blamed Jiang Weiguo for being too cunning, using enormous profits to completely bind President Pei to his side, including Jiang Hua. Otherwise... President Pei wouldn't have abandoned the person he truly loved. President Pei had meticulously planned for so long just to divorce Jiang Hua. Now... given the enormous profits involved, divorce was even more impossible.

Song Qingran is innocent. Getting her involved will only cause harm. The best way is to keep her out of it and prevent her from getting involved.

“Miss Song, there’s no need to be too sad. All of Mr. Pei’s decisions and purposes in setting out were for your safety. No matter what, Mr. Pei has his own ideas. For now, Miss Song, you just need to do your own thing and finish your studies. When the time is right, Mr. Pei will naturally bring you back.”

“No, this shouldn’t be. Brother Xiang Nan, I don’t know what Mr. Pei’s reasons or what difficulties he has. These are his own business.” Song Qingran took a deep breath and then exhaled softly. She said with relief, “He has his life, and I have mine. When I went back this time, I had already thought it through and was preparing to get engaged to Brother Yuanzhou. I just want to live a normal life. I never thought about all of this, which was never meant to be mine. Brother Xiang Nan, please pass on my words to Mr. Pei. No matter what our relationship is, I will repay his kindness to me. Please ask him not to disturb my life anymore. We… should not have any further involvement.”

"Thank you for taking care of me all these years. I've already taken a taxi, the driver will be here soon, I... I'll be going now."

Song Qingran actually had quite a few things to take with her. After all, she had lived here for so many years, and she never expected that... this villa was full of traces of her past life.

She only brought the clothes she had taken from home before. She didn't take any of the clothes that Mr. Pei had given her, including... his birthday gifts. These shouldn't have been hers in the first place, and... they were too expensive for her to accept.

Song Qingran left carrying two suitcases and some study materials and books.

Zuo Xiangnan stood at the villa entrance, watching the departing taxi. He took out his phone and dialed a number. "President Pei, Miss Song left alone in a taxi. Should we secretly send someone to protect her? I'm worried about Chairman Jiang's side."

At this moment, Pei Zhan had just come out of the bathroom, drying his short, wet, and sharp black hair with a white towel. His deep eyes looked at Jiang Hua, who was sitting at the table in the study, drinking sweet soup with a spoon. "Jiang Weiguo won't touch her. As for Fan Hua Si Jin, contact a buyer and sell her as quickly as possible."

After saying that, Pei Zhan hung up the phone and put it aside. The bag was still there, because Jiang Hua still thought she was an imposter.

If Pei Zhan could actually buy them, that would be a miracle, let alone... he has the ability to buy them all.

"What are you writing?"

"None of your business!" Jiang Hua retorted without any politeness.

Pei Zhan approached and saw Jiang Hua typing on his computer, compiling some data. The text on the screen contained various production serial numbers, origins, color characteristics, and all sorts of detailed information about the jewelry.

Pei Zhan knew that she had been busy with these things during this time, and it would take a lot of time to process them. Pei Zhan had read the contents and found that they were indeed quite useful information.

Some wealthy wives in the business district only care about how beautiful the jewelry is, never about its production process or origin, including the necessary procedures and cutting techniques. Whether it's mined gemstones or refined gold, each piece has a unique code that is entered into a program. This was the first time Pei Zhan had seen Jiang Hua capable of doing anything substantial. What shocked him even more was that she could remember all of this accurately. Almost no one could do that, not even jewelry designers themselves.

"You came over in such a hurry, are you worried that I might find out some shameful secrets on your computer?"