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

Song Qingran rented this apartment near the school. The price was very cheap; it only cost 500 yuan for three months, including water and electricity. During this time, she had saved a lot of money. Song Qingran had been saving every penny, with the goal of being able to pay back all the money she owed to Mr. Pei one day.

When Song Qingran returned, it was already midnight. She went back to their rented apartment, but when she arrived, she heard her mother arguing with someone at the door...

"I don't care, your leak has seeped into the apartment below and reached mine. You have to pay me compensation now. Do you know that all our tables and chairs are made of wood? They'll be ruined if they get soaked in water. How are we supposed to sit on them now?!"

"I'm telling you, if you don't pay me back tonight, you won't have a good time."

"And another thing! Do you know that my son is going to a top high school? You keep making noise upstairs all day long, how can my son do his homework? The constant noise keeps us from sleeping at night, you have to compensate us for this mental distress."

The other party did not give Song's mother a chance to explain at all, and directly demanded compensation.

Curious about where Song Qingran lived, Xu Zhoulan followed her to a dilapidated building. The surrounding area reeked of a pungent sewer odor. It only got a little better after going upstairs, but the corridor was dark and unlit.

Song Qingran said somewhat embarrassedly, "Director... why don't you go back? I live upstairs, and... I don't have much to offer you."

With each step Xu Zhoulan took, he could feel the vibration of the cement beneath his feet, and the white plaster falling off the corner of the wall.

“I don’t think Pei Zhan would be that stingy. He wouldn’t even buy a house for the woman he likes, and he’d let you live in a place like this.”

Song Qingran quickly explained, "That's not it. I refused Mr. Pei's offer. He has helped me enough. I can't rely on him for everything. He paid for my mother's medical expenses during her hospitalization. Now I just want to save up and pay him back later. I... don't like owing people things."

"He didn't know you lived here?"

Song Qingran: "Mr. Pei doesn't need to know."

"You're calling me unreasonable? I'm being lenient with you. Three thousand is already a small amount for me. Don't be ungrateful. Give me the money now, or... I'll take matters into my own hands!"

"What...what are you doing..."

"Get out of my way!"

Just then, he heard arguing upstairs. Song Qingran hurriedly ran upstairs and saw the people blocking her door. She quickly went forward, but just as they were about to make a move, Song Qingran was unexpectedly slapped hard across the face. A clear handprint appeared on her delicate face instantly.

Song's mother was immediately terrified, "Qing...Qingran...what's wrong with you?"

"You dare hit my daughter, you..." Song's mother was so emotional that she suddenly clutched her chest, almost unable to breathe.

Song Qingran, concerned about her mother's feelings, said, "Mom... how are you? The doctor said you were just discharged from the hospital, so you can't get angry. I'm fine. You go inside and rest. I'll take care of things here."

The other party persisted, saying, "Let me tell you, don't try to scam me. That won't work on me. My house got flooded because of you. Even if you call the police, I'm not afraid. We're in the right. If you don't pay me back today, don't even think about letting this go."

"How much compensation do you want? I'll pay it." Xu Zhoulan stepped forward and took out all the cash from his wallet. "It's so late, and it's not good to disturb the neighbors. I think this should be enough for the furniture you mentioned."

Xu Zhoulan has at least several thousand yuan in cash on hand.

Looking at Xu Zhoulan's handsome appearance and meticulously combed hair, the other party could tell he was an elite member of society who was not short of money. He took out the money, his eyes shining. "I didn't expect this little vixen to have such a rich boyfriend. I'll let it go today since you lost money. But if there's a next time, you two get out of here right now."

"Two jinxes. Nothing good has happened to them since they moved here. They're so damn unlucky."

Wang Cuihua has lived here for over thirty years. Everyone around her knows her loud voice, and getting entangled with her is considered bad luck.

Even in the middle of the night, the neighbors all acted as if it were none of their business, keeping their doors and windows closed.

"Thank you, Director Xu. I will pay you back." Song Qingran quickly went to check on her mother. "Mom, what's wrong?"

Song's mother: "Qingran, it's my fault. I was just trying to help you wash your clothes, but I broke the faucet and a lot of water leaked out. This house is too old, and the water seeped into the downstairs apartment, which is why this happened."

"I'll be causing you trouble as soon as I'm discharged from the hospital."

Song Qingran was surprised that such a thing had happened less than 48 hours after moving in, and her embarrassed expression was noticed by Xu Zhoulan.

"Do you have any tools at home? If it's convenient, I can help you take a look."

Song's mother said without any politeness, "Okay, okay, thank you so much."

"You're welcome, Auntie."

Song Qingran realized it was so late and she couldn't find a plumber to fix the pipes right away, so she had to ask him for help. "Yes, I saw a box of tools when I was cleaning the room last time. I'll go get it."

There was hardly any room to stand in the house; it was all water.

Song Qingran had no choice but to get him a pair of clean slippers. "Director Xu, these slippers are new. The house is all wet... you should change them. Don't let your leather shoes get ruined by the water."

These shoes don't look cheap.

I thought he would be disgusted, but to my surprise, Xu Zhoulan still took off his shoes at the door and put them on.

The house was indeed severely flooded. I carried my toolbox into the bathroom.

Although the cheap rental apartment was inexpensive, it was kept very tidy.

Fifteen minutes later, Xu Zhoulan came out of the bathroom, his blue shirt completely soaked. "The faucet is old and hasn't been maintained, which is why it's cracked. For your mother's health, I suggest we move to another place. This place... isn't suitable for recuperation."

"Thank you, Director Xu. I understand. It was my oversight. This towel is clean and I haven't used it. Please wipe yourself."

Xu Zhoulan saw the pink dry towel in the girl's hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her with a meaningful expression. "No need, quickly put it away and get some rest. It's getting late, take care of yourself."

"No need to send it."

"Don't be stubborn. If he knew what happened tonight, he wouldn't ignore it."

"Giving in sometimes isn't a bad thing."

These words seem to be hinting at something to Song Qingran.

Xu Zhoulan curled his lips into a smile, and his last look at Song Qingran was meaningful and unfathomable.