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

At 8:30 in the morning, the sunlight was just right, bright yet not scorching. Entering the bedroom through the glass window, it added a touch of brightness to the otherwise somewhat dim corners.

During this time, Song Qingran stayed at Madam Bai's villa with Xia He.

Madam Bai and Xia He were friends for many years and had a very good relationship.

Therefore, because of Xia He's connection, Madam Bai showed extra favoritism and affection towards Song Qingran.

Song Qingran woke up naturally after sleeping.

She slowly opened her eyes with a yawn, wearing the genuine silk pajamas that Xia He had bought for her. They felt smooth to the touch, and the fabric must have been very expensive.

The bedroom that Madam Bai had prepared for Song Qingran was filled with a faint floral fragrance. Part of it came from the fresh flowers that the servants brought in every morning, and the other part from the vibrant flowers blooming in the villa's courtyard, their scent drifting in through the windows.

Song Qingran stretched lazily, the silk quilt slipping off her body and revealing her fair arms. She slowly sat up, looked around, and her gaze fell on the carved windowsill not far away, where sunlight streamed through the glass, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

"Bang, bang bang..."

Upon hearing the knock, Song Qingran immediately got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and ran to open the door.

Before she could even see who was standing outside the door, Song Qingran smelled a rich aroma of food.

Looking up, she met Xia He's gaze, who was holding a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork.

Song Qingran was startled and immediately reached out to tidy the stray hairs by her ear. Then she took a few steps back and stood directly opposite Xia He.

"What's wrong, Qingran? Did I scare you?"

Xia He found her reaction rather cute, so she smiled and walked in, placing the porridge on the bedside table.

"I heard you say the other day that you miss the taste of preserved egg and lean pork congee outside the school gate when you were a child. So I specially went with your Aunt Bai to find that old master and asked him to teach us how to make it."

"Oh? Auntie..."

Song Qingran's heart pounded. She stared at the bowl of porridge for a while, then felt a surge of embarrassment. She turned to Xia He and said, "Auntie, thank you for remembering what I said, but... this..."

Song Qingran wanted to say that it wasn't worth making such a fuss over a bowl of porridge, but then she suddenly remembered Xia He's attitude when she took her to buy jewelry and clothes.

Song Qingran felt that if she said such a thing now, it might make Xia He angry again, or even spoil her mood.

So, Song Qingran smiled, picked up the bowl of hot porridge, and took a big bite.

She had barely swallowed it when she smiled innocently and began to praise, "Auntie, your cooking is amazing! I... it's even better than what that master chef makes!"

Xia He was indeed much happier after being praised.

She took a few steps and sat down next to Song Qingran, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile. "You always say things that make me happy. You're such a thoughtful child."

While praising Song Qingran, Xia He secretly admired her, thinking how sensible, well-behaved, and likable she was.

"Thank you, Auntie. I'm so lucky to have such a delicious meal today."

"You're welcome. If you like it, I'll make it for you every day from now on. Oh, and I'll go get a bowl for Aunt Bai too, so she can try my cooking!"

Seeing Xia He in high spirits after being praised, Song Qingran quickly put down her bowl and stood up, saying, "Auntie, I'll go with you."

"Good good."

When they arrived in the living room, they were surprised to find that Mrs. Bai was already sitting on the sofa.

Beside her was a bouquet of brightly blooming, beautifully packaged flowers.

The wrapping paper alone gives the impression of being quite valuable.

"Oh, it seems you're in a good mood today; you even prepared flowers. These flowers are lovely, beautiful, I like them."

Just as Xia He was about to reach out to touch it, Madam Bai pulled her back.

While she was wondering what was going on, Madam Bai smiled, picked up the flowers, and handed them to Song Qingran.

"These flowers are specially prepared for you, Qingran."

"Give it to me?" Song Qingran was clearly surprised, raising her eyebrows, but hesitated to accept it.

She felt that this flower variety seemed to only exist abroad, and its price must be very high, especially since Xia He had just shown that she really liked the flower.

If I take it, will Xia He be angry?

Song Qingran was thinking, her eyes were on the flowers, but her hands remained still.

Madam Bai was very perceptive; she could tell what Song Qingran was thinking just from a few subtle gestures.

To avoid making Song Qingran feel guilty, Madam Bai deliberately stuffed the flowers into her hand, saying, "Don't worry about Aunt Xia, she's just all talk."

"You're much happier with these flowers in your hands than if she took them herself, hahaha. Don't you think so?"

After speaking, Madam Bai turned around and glanced at Xia He.

Song Qingran also looked at Xia He.

Immediately, Xia He couldn't hide her smile. She stood up cheerfully, walked to Song Qingran, and took out her phone, saying:

"Of course, a beauty as beautiful as Qingran deserves beautiful flowers."

"Come here, Qingran, hold these flowers, let me take a picture of you to remember this moment!"

Seeing this, Madam Bai immediately turned around, took Song Qingran's arm, and said with a smile, "Qingran is so beautiful, I like her so much too. Come on, take a picture of the two of us together!"

"Okay, let's film it!"

Song Qingran had just gotten up and hadn't had time to put on makeup or get ready. Worried that she wouldn't look good on camera, she deliberately lowered her head as much as possible when taking the photos.

This displeased Xia He. In her eyes, even if Song Qingran hadn't washed her face or groomed herself for several days, she was still a stunning beauty.

So she said in a serious tone, "Qingran, lift your chin up, you can't even see your face like that!"

Song Qingran pursed her lips, then immediately looked up at the camera and flashed a radiant smile.

"How beautiful! That's why the older generation always says that flowers go well with beautiful women."

Mrs. Bai looked at the photo and offered a few words of praise.

He then instructed someone to develop the photo and put it in a custom-made frame.

After taking the photos and having breakfast, Song Qingran went back to her bedroom to get ready and put on makeup.

Xia He stood in Madam Bai's bedroom, looking at her.

"This girl is beautiful and sensible. If you hadn't stopped me, I would have wanted to adopt her as my goddaughter!" Madam Bai said, applying lipstick while smiling at herself in the mirror.

Xia He took a few steps forward and sat down next to Madam Bai. "What do you mean I didn't stop her? She was the one who refused you."

"Alright, alright, I know, I know, I don't need you to remind me, tsk." After applying her lipstick, Madam Bai's complexion improved considerably. She turned to Xia He and said, "This girl is feeling better now. I heard her mention last night that she wanted to go to school. As her future mother-in-law, why don't you personally take her back to school?"

"Of course, I'll definitely take Qingran to school. I wouldn't feel comfortable letting anyone else do it."

Xia He crossed her arms, her delicate eyebrows furrowing slightly, revealing a hint of worry in her expression.

Seeing her like this, Madam Bai couldn't help but tease her, "You... you're really something else. Qingran is already a big girl, and you're still worrying about these little things."

"I think you should hire two bodyguards for her, one on each side, to prevent any accidents from happening to her at school."

What was originally a joke by Madam Bai turned out to be surprisingly insightful for Xia He.

She rested her chin on her hand and said seriously, "You're right. What if someone bullies Qingran at school? I... I think it's very necessary to arrange two bodyguards for her!"

"Hey, hey, stop it! I was just joking, and you took it seriously." Madam Bai grabbed Xia He's arm and shook her head. "Think about it carefully. Qingran is usually so low-key and doesn't like to show off. If you suddenly arrange two bodyguards to follow her around, do you think she'll dare to leave school in the future? You shouldn't worry about it!"

"If you're really worried about this future young mistress of the Huo family, and afraid she'll be bullied at school, then you can wait for her to finish class every night and call or text her to ask about it. What do you say?"

"That's more like it. I'll go up and ask her what time she's going to school tomorrow so I can prepare some things for her to take to her dorm."

After hearing this, Madam Bai smiled and shook her head helplessly.

She said, "You really treat Song Qingran like your own daughter! Oh no, I doubt even your own daughter would receive this kind of treatment!"

Xia He smiled without saying a word, which was taken as tacit agreement with Madam Bai's words.

The next morning, just as the sun rose above the horizon, Xia He personally drove Song Qingran to school.

The back seat and trunk were filled with things Xia He had prepared for Song Qingran.

Food, drinks, daily necessities, toys... everything was available; there was nothing that Song Qingran couldn't imagine that Xia He couldn't pack.

Soon, the car arrived at Song Qingran's school.

If Song Qingran hadn't been so firm, Xia He would probably have brought a whole bunch of luxury goods with her to school.

Song Qingran had only been in her dormitory for a short while when she received a phone call.

Then Xue Ruyao sent a message: "Qingran, our jewelry restoration studio has been successfully established!"

"Really? That's wonderful!" Song Qingran was naturally happy for them too.

"Yeah, where are you now? How about we go to a karaoke bar for dinner tonight to celebrate?"

Song Qingran thought to herself, since there's no evening self-study session tonight, going to dinner with everyone is a good idea.

So Song Qingran nodded in agreement.

"Do you want us to come pick you up?"

"No need, just send me the location and room number, I'll come over tonight!"

"ok!"

...

After dropping Song Qingran off, Xia He had no interest in shopping, so she decided to drive straight back.

Just then, Xia He suddenly noticed two people sitting on the side of the road about a few dozen meters away. This made her think of something, so she instructed the driver, "Drive the car over there."

"It's ma'am."

A grandfather and grandson sat by the roadside, their only clothes, worn and patched, barely enough to cover their bodies.

The man was about eighty years old, thin, with gray hair and his face etched with the marks of time. He sat on an old cloth with a worn-out bowl beside him containing some scattered coins.

The little grandson, who looked no more than seven or eight years old, was lying on the ground, his eyes filled with fear. His clothes were not only worn but also filthy, and he clung tightly to his grandmother.

Looking at their appearance, Xia He felt a little sad.

Although this money was insignificant to her, it was enough to feed the poor grandmother and grandson for quite some time.

After receiving Xia He's money, the old woman pressed her grandson's neck and kept thanking Xia He, "Thank you, kind people. I have no way to repay your great kindness. My grandson and I kowtow to you."

"Don't mention it, get up quickly. Go buy him some clean clothes, the temperature will drop soon, don't let him get sick."

Jiang Hua was sitting in the back passenger seat, playing a game, when she happened to see this scene and stared intently at the grandmother and grandson outside the window.

So, the car stopped a short distance away, the window rolled down, and Jiang Hua looked at Xia He, raising her voice to say, "What era are we living in? How can anyone fall for such a low-level scam?"

"If you have money but lack basic critical thinking skills, you might as well donate it to schools to build a few libraries!"

Hearing the voice, Xia He turned around and saw Jiang Hua's face. Jiang Hua frowned in dissatisfaction because of what she had said.

Immediately, a flash of anger appeared in Xia He's eyes, and she said loudly, "Liar? Little girl, your words are too cold-hearted." Her gaze fell on the grandfather and granddaughter, looking them up and down, and she began to consider her words.

The maid behind him thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't seem like he's faking it."

Jiang Hua heard it too. She put down her phone and raised her eyebrows slightly. "Some acts of charity, once given the first time, will be given a second time. Madam, next time you do a good deed, I advise you to show your face less often."

"Be careful not to get it on, you won't be able to shake it off." Faced with Jiang Hua's reminder, Xia He didn't believe it at all, and instead felt a bit angry and dissatisfied.

The old woman, who was shakily standing up from the ground, looked at Jiang Hua with a noticeable evasive gaze. But soon her words became more intense, and she said to Jiang Hua with dissatisfaction, "Miss, we don't know you. You don't need to speak so badly about me and my grandson. We have no choice but to come out and beg for food. We don't want this money."

"Madam, thank you for your kindness, but you should take the money back."

"No matter how pitiful my grandson and I are, we still have our pride. Xiao Le, let's go!"

"Wait!" Xia He called out to them.

"Sister Zhong, please contact the people at the welfare home and take this grandmother and grandson back to take good care of them. Don't mistreat them."

"Yes, ma'am."

Jiang Hua scoffed dismissively, then said nothing more, closed the car window, and the car slowly drove away.

At this moment, Uncle Wang, the driver, spoke up, "If Miss wanted to offer some well-intentioned advice, she could have used more tactful language. Just now... Miss's words were indeed a bit unreasonable."

Jiang Hua nonchalantly twirled her hair with her fingers and said, "Uncle Wang, whose side are you on? Why are you speaking up for the Holy Mother? I feel like she's just like Song Qingran."

Butler Wang smiled and said, "That lady probably doesn't know that the two grandmothers and grandsons had previously received financial assistance from Miss Wang."

"After a while, they will understand the young lady's good intentions."

Because of their insatiable greed, they stole a lot of things from the welfare home; otherwise... they wouldn't have been kicked out.

Jiang Hua originally wanted to go back to school, but Pei Zhan, who was away on a business trip, refused. In the end, she called back to Yulong Bay, and her father sent Uncle Wang to pick her up. Only then did Pei Zhan allow her to go to class. His purpose was to prevent her from running back to Baize. That's why he did this. That damned filthy thing!

In Xia He's eyes, Song Qingran's kindness and obedience came from her very bones. Compared to the one from before, she was far too tactless in her speech. Xia He wondered whose daughter she was, and judging from the car she was in, it was not something an ordinary person could afford.

Aunt Zhong shook her head helplessly, "Madam, there's no need to get angry over someone like that. Let's go back first."

"By the way, let me tell you that we've brought Miss Song back to the young master, so he won't worry."

Xia He nodded in agreement, "Yes! It sounds like Qingran and Azhan had a fight. Every time Azhan is mentioned, Qingran keeps quiet."

"In the meantime, we really need to get Miss Qingran back together with the young master. You can't find another girl as good as her even with a lantern."