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

"I wouldn't dare. I was just offering a reminder." Kagel didn't say anything more. He was just following orders. Now was not the right time to reveal that the young master was the heir of the Huo family. He hoped that when that time came, Kagel would still be able to speak to the young master with the same attitude.

Kagel was still not entirely satisfied with Jiang Hua; she had been far too rude.

If it weren't for the fact that the young master now likes this woman, she would never have the right to step into the Huo family, let alone have the master and mistress agree to the young master being with her. Furthermore, given her upbringing, she wouldn't be able to smoothly become the matriarch of the Huo family. To become the matriarch of the Huo family, one must be dignified and gentle in front of various wealthy families, without being intimidated, and able to face them with ease.

Instead of a woman who only throws tantrums and has no manners.

"You know you don't dare? I thought... you wanted to climb over my head. But from the first moment I saw you, I disliked you because... your voice is awful. Learn your Mandarin properly first before you come back."

As soon as Jiang Hua woke up, Xu Qiulan brought her some food to tide her over.

Kagel: "You are not qualified to make me leave. I only obey the young master's orders."

Jiang Hua sat at the dining table, sipping her sweet soup. "Aunt Xu, go get the phone."

"Good lady."

Jiang Hua remembered that Pei Zhan's phone number had never changed. Pei Zhan, who had just finished a meeting, walked out of the conference room and was waiting for the elevator when his phone rang in the pocket of his black suit. Pei Zhan looked at the caller ID and answered without hesitation, "What is it?"

Jiang Hua listened to the indifferent, cold voice on the phone. She leaned back, crossed her legs, and said, "Where did you find this housekeeper? Does he only listen to you?"

"What's wrong? Did he upset you?" Pei Zhan's voice was noticeably different before and after; this time, his tone was very gentle.

Jiang Hua said, "I want you to fire him. His voice is unpleasant, his Chinese is broken, and it's affecting my mood."

Zuo Xiangnan stood behind Pei Zhan and vaguely heard the voice coming from the phone. It sounded like Jiang Hua. He had never seen President Pei speak to that Miss Jiang with such emotion before.

“Kagher is French, a professionally trained butler with strict requirements for everything. I had him stay at Sands Bay so that they could take better care of you. Such a big house needs someone to manage it. If you don’t like it, I can have him not appear in front of you, hmm? As for Mandarin… I’ll have him enroll in a Chinese class to relearn it.”

In the end, she still wanted him to stay. Jiang Hua hung up the phone and threw it aside. "Did you hear that? Your master told you not to show your face in front of me. Now get lost!"

Kagel nodded respectfully and said, "I am always at your service, Madam."

Jiang Group.

Zuo Xiangnan reminded him, "President Pei, the elevator has arrived."

The two entered the elevator one after the other. The employees who had just come out of the conference room behind them overheard Pei Zhan's phone call. They were all incredulous and curious. Who was President Pei talking to? In the company, President Pei was always a cold-faced devil, aloof and unapproachable, so cold that no one dared to approach him. Such a gentle tone, could it be... to some woman?

Before long, the news spread far and wide.

Song Qingran spent the weekend at the company, sitting at her workstation, giving suggestions on revising the artwork. Unexpectedly, she heard the envious voices of her colleagues behind her, "I never knew that President Pei had such a gentle side. I'm so curious, who was the person who called President Pei?"

"Could it be that President Pei secretly got married behind our backs? Could the person who called him be his wife?"

Speaking of this lady, one of the people on one side had his eyes darting around, as if he was hinting at something. At this moment, another person said, "What are you afraid of? What's there to hide? Didn't Qingran say before that she has no relationship with President Pei? Maybe we just misunderstood."

"Right, Qingran? But you're quite capable too. Last time the company was in crisis, you were able to bring President Pei back all by yourself and even received personal praise from Chairman Jiang. That's something many people can only dream of."

Song Qingran kept her head down, not saying a word, and didn't see the people behind her, each giving her a disdainful look.

Just then, a pile of documents was thrown in front of her. "Go and print all of these documents out. We'll need them for a meeting in half an hour."

Song Qingran stammered, somewhat embarrassed, "But the director wants me to submit an analysis report on the product design, and I..."

"I don't want to hear this nonsense. I'm your team leader and your boss. If you can do it, then do it; if you can't, then get out. You're a student from an ordinary family. If you can't even handle this much pressure, do you think you can get a permanent position in the company? Do you think Jiang's is your family's business?"

"They may not have the life of a young lady, but they certainly have the illness of one."

"I... understand." Song Qingran got up from her office chair, picked up the documents, and left.

The people around her all gave her a thumbs up. These were all full-time employees of the design department. Previously, they had flattered her only because of her special relationship with President Pei, but now it seems that it's not what they thought.

Yesterday, I was scolded by President Pei in the meeting room.

Song Qingran was absentmindedly printing these documents in front of the printer. After finishing these tasks, one troublesome thing after another came up.

"Qingran, I brought you breakfast so many times last time, can you transfer the money back to me for those breakfasts?"

"Qingran, could you get me a cup of coffee? I'm busy with something and can't make any money right now."

"Go get the analysis report from Qingran's marketing department after lunch. They'll need it for the report this afternoon..."

Song Qingran agreed to everything, and only in the last hour did she have time to attend to her own business. By the time she finished, it was already 10:30 p.m.

Her eyes were drooping with sleep when her phone rang. Seeing it was her mother calling, she quickly answered, "Hello, Mom..."

"Qingran, why haven't you left work yet? It's almost eleven o'clock. Is the company very busy?"

Song Qingran, who was also being interviewed, quickly said, "Mom, you don't need to wait for me. I'm quite busy today, and I probably won't be back for a while. You should go to sleep first tonight."

"Okay, I'll save some food for you tonight. Remember to heat it up before you eat."

"I know, Mom."

Outside the glass door of the design department.

Xu Zhoulan: "When I came out of the conference room today, because of that phone call you received, the employees in the design department all guessed that you were already married and ruled out your relationship with Qingran. Now you've suddenly become the target of attacks in the design department. How long has it been? You've already moved on to someone else and don't care about your little lover anymore?"