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

Song Qingran just couldn't understand why the people in her department, who were all very nice to her at first, were now targeting her. Was it just because... they felt uncomfortable with her?

But clearly...she didn't do anything.

Why does this happen?

The warehouse was dark and surrounded by shelves. Song Qingran looked at the closed door and felt a dense, throbbing pain in her palms. She slowly squatted down, turned around and leaned against the door, buried her face in her arms, and trembled as she sadly shed tears. The tears soaked the fabric of her suit and seeped into her skin, making her feel the dampness.

"It's not good to just lock her up like this. After all, she's someone that Chairman Jiang values. What if she goes and complains to Chairman Jiang if we mistreat her like this?"

"Don't worry, I know people in the security department. I asked them to block the surveillance cameras on the second floor a long time ago. Even if something happens and they find out, we can just deny it. Besides, she'll only be locked up for one night. Someone will be on duty at 6:30 tomorrow. She won't die."

"I've disliked her for a long time. It's good to teach her a lesson. She always acts like a little innocent flower, it disgusts me."

Two familiar, gloating voices could be faintly heard from outside the door. Song Qingran clenched her fists, her hands trembling.

Upstairs in the CEO's office, CEO Pei walked in and saw that the seat he was supposed to be in was now occupied by someone else.

“President Pei, he…” Zuo Xiangnan stepped forward to say something, but Pei Zhan raised his hand to stop him, “You go out first.”

Zuo Xiangnan had no choice but to agree, "Yes, President Pei."

Pei Zhan walked into the office, slammed the documents in his hand onto the desk, and asked, "Interested in my position?"

Xu Zhoulan turned around in his swivel chair, and upon seeing the person who had returned, a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth. "I thought you were a loyal person, but it seems you're not so great after all."

“Your precious little darling has been bullied. I feel... she’ll leave on her own within three days.”

"What happened to her?" Pei Zhan took off his black suit jacket and threw it aside. After so many days, he rarely asked about her. But the only difference was that when he heard news about Song Qingran, he didn't have the same urgent worry as before, but he still showed his concern for her.

Pei Zhan and Xu Zhoulan are two different types of people. Pei Zhan is calm and composed, never showing his emotions, and never smiling. He always thinks four steps ahead before acting and never reveals his feelings on his face. Xu Zhoulan, on the other hand, is like a playboy. He is carefree and wicked and never refuses women who take the initiative to come to him.

Few people in the company knew about their relationship. All they knew was that when President Pei came to work at the Jiang Group headquarters in the capital, Xu Zhoulan followed him there soon after. Both of them were exceptionally talented and capable.

Xu Zhoulan, "Without you as my backer, I'm being bossed around and targeted for days. Today, someone splashed water on me in the bathroom. After I went back and changed my clothes, I missed the intern training class. Her team leader gave her a thorough dressing-down in front of me."

"If you hadn't told me not to interfere and to let her get some experience at the company and adapt to the workplace environment, how could such a nice young girl have been bullied like this? Today in the conference room, she looked so wronged, like she was about to cry, and I couldn't bear to look at her."

Pei Zhan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, took out a pack of black slim cigarettes from his pocket, lit it with his metal lighter hand to shield the wind, and exhaled a puff of smoke. "Who are the participants?"

"President Jiang, are you starting to protect your own?" Xu Zhoulan said with a mocking smile.

The man tapped his finger expertly, a cigarette ash dangling between his long, slender fingers. “The only measure of an employee’s ability is their performance. If someone’s performance is mediocre but they still try to bring their backstabbing tactics to the company, keeping them at Jiang’s will not only fail to bring benefits to the company, but will also undermine the fairness of competition among all employees. Not to mention… using such despicable means to target someone, what does Jiang’s think it is?”

"Playing house?"

Xu Zhoulan smiled, stood up from his swivel chair, and walked to Pei Zhan. "This is the first time I've ever heard of someone making up such a reason just to protect their own."

“I don’t know whether Song Qingran is innocent or not, but since you’ve chosen her, I know I should do as President Pei says.” Xu Zhoulan stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking at the Jiang Group building on the top floor and gazing at the bustling capital city not far away. “The scenery here is indeed breathtaking. No wonder you like sitting here so much. The feeling of looking down on everyone from above is really nice.”

"Is there anything else?" Pei Zhan threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stubbed it out with the toe of his shoe.

Xu Zhoulan said, "Your seat is indeed very comfortable."

Pei Zhan merely glanced at the person beside him, without saying anything.

"It's been a long time since we got together since you transferred me to Haishi and then transferred me back. How about we grab a drink sometime?"

"I'm busy." The refusal was made without the slightest hesitation.

Xu Zhoulan smiled without saying a word as he looked at the red scratches on Pei Zhan's neck. "That Miss Jiang is indeed shrewish. Last night... she had quite a wild time."

"It's been so long, and it still hasn't been tamed?"

Pei Zhan glanced at the time on his wrist, his eyes sharp and cold as he looked at him. "It's 6:30, time to get off work. If you're free, I don't mind finding you something to do."

Xu Zhoulan raised both hands, "No, I'm getting old. I often stay up late working overtime. I can't handle not getting a year-end bonus."

"gone."

Last night, on the weekend, Pei Zhan went home and only wanted to cover her with a blanket. Who knew that Jiang Hua would wake up in the dark and reach out to grab him. Pei Zhan was caught off guard, and fortunately, he only grabbed her neck. In the end, he still couldn't escape a scolding.

At 7 p.m., Zuo Xiangnan drove his car out of the underground parking garage. Just then, pedestrians on the roadside were pointing at the Jiang Group building. Zuo Xiangnan slowed down out of curiosity. In the second he hesitated, the crowd screamed and a figure fell from the sky.

Pei Zhan saw the person who had fallen and, without much thought, got out of the car. He saw Song Qingran lying in front of the car, her eyes wet with tears, looking weak and aggrieved. Song Qingran looked up at the man she hadn't seen in a long time. To her now, he felt like a stranger, and she didn't know how to face him.

More and more people gathered around, some even taking pictures with their phones. Sensing something was wrong, Pei Zhan instantly suppressed his cold and ruthless aura, picked up the girl from the ground, and Song Qingran leaned against Pei Zhan's chest, feeling the familiar warmth, her body stiffening, completely forgetting the fear she had felt when she fell from the height…