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

Inside the KTV private room, the lights were flashing, and Song Qingran, Xue Ruyao, and Xiaoyu were sitting around on the sofa, their faces beaming with joy.

The other students in the jewelry restoration class stayed in front of the machine non-stop, vying for the microphone.

Although Song Qingran was also very happy, she had no intention of singing.

Xue Ruyao smiled and took Song Qingran's hand: "We have to celebrate properly today for the opening of our jewelry restoration studio!"

"You are the big project of our studio. Not only do you have to take care of the company's affairs, but you also have to take care of us. Qingran... Waaah... You are really our savior. You are too good to us. Don't worry, we will definitely make the studio thrive and grow bigger and bigger. When that time comes, we will work hard together to go public and surpass that Jiang Group."

Xue Ruyao nodded in agreement, "Yes, it's been such a tough journey, we should all enjoy tonight! Qingran, you know what? I feel like I've never been so happy in my life! I, Xue Ruyao, can finally have this day!"

Song Qingran was almost breathless from being hugged and puffed up by several people. "You... as long as you're happy, I'm happy too. Ayao, Xiaoyu, I can't breathe... From now on, our studio must develop well!"

"Yes, yes, Qingran, we owe a lot to you. The studio was able to be established smoothly, and you deserve half the credit!" Xiaoyu said, snatching a microphone from somewhere. "Come on, let me sing you a song first to get the atmosphere going."

Xiaoyu loves a lively atmosphere, so she chose "Today is a Good Day" and monopolized the microphone, becoming a karaoke hog. After singing for a while, she felt it wasn't enough, so she turned around and shoved the microphone at Song Qingran's chin, "Sister, I haven't really heard you sing properly yet, hurry up and sing one!"

"I..." Song Qingran had always felt that her voice was not good since she was a child, and she avoided singing as much as possible.

Today, almost all the spotlights are on her, and she seems... unable to refuse!

So, Song Qingran gritted her teeth, took the microphone from Xiaoyu, and began to sing somewhat awkwardly.

Perhaps because the lyrics were so festive, Song Qingran felt herself getting into the mood after singing a few lines, and before long she couldn't stop singing.

"Qingran, Qingran, we have a lot of people today, let's drink! What's the point of just singing? Don't you think so?"

Xue Ruyao turned sideways and walked over to take Song Qingran's arm.

"Qingran, come on, let's play a game. The loser drinks, okay?"

Before Song Qingran could refuse, Xue Ruyao pulled her directly to the table, while Xiaoyu, who was singing into a microphone, also joined the game.

Song Qingran really has no talent when it comes to games.

After several rounds, I kept losing.

Given that she wasn't a good drinker to begin with, she quickly became unconscious and collapsed on the sofa behind her.

Seeing this, Xue Ruyao became somewhat worried.

She walked over and poked Song Qingran.

Song Qingran's rosy lips opened and closed as if she were saying something, but because her pronunciation was so unclear, Xue Ruyao had no idea what she was saying at all.

"I didn't expect Qingran to get drunk so quickly." Xiaoyu glanced at her helplessly. "Why don't you call Qingran's boyfriend? There's nothing we two girls can do about Qingran."

After thinking for a moment, Xue Ruyao took Song Qingran's phone directly from her bag, pressed her fingerprint, and made the call.

But when the call was connected, it wasn't Pei Zhan's voice that came through.

It belongs to Jiang Hua.

Jiang Hua thought Pei Zhan had left, so she went downstairs and sat on the sofa in the living room to watch TV. She saw a phone ringing on the coffee table. Since there was no contact name, she assumed it was her phone. Jiang Hua had a habit of leaving her phone lying around, so she picked it up and pressed the answer button.

Before she could even speak, she heard a voice coming from the phone.

"Hello??" Xue Ruyao was puzzled and a little embarrassed. She wondered if she had dialed the wrong number, but after a closer look, she was sure it was Pei Zhan's contact name. "Hello, I am Song Qingran's friend. She is drunk and at the Royal Dynasty. Can you come and pick her up?"

Jiang Hua turned off the TV.

A hint of displeasure was already showing in her eyes. She impatiently turned on the speakerphone and said directly, "I'm sorry, he's taking a shower. I'll pass on your words to him in a bit. But I think... he probably doesn't have time to deal with her right now."

Jiang Hua had already given Xue Ruyao and Song Qingran enough face by being able to say these words calmly.

Hearing the voice on the phone, Xue Ruyao froze for a moment, then flew into a rage, immediately demanding, "Jiang Hua? How could you have Qingran's boyfriend's phone? How could you be so shameless! You bitch!"

Jiang Hua sneered, ignored Xue Ruyao, hung up the phone, and put it aside.

At this moment, the bright white lights in the living room made it look much quieter.

Jiang Hua suddenly realized that there seemed to be someone standing around her.

She coughed lightly twice, turned her head, and saw Pei Zhan coming downstairs after taking a shower. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and was holding a shampoo bar in his hand, wiping his hair. Perhaps because he had just come out of the bathroom, Pei Zhan still had some moisture on his body, which spread out like light smoke, carrying a trace of warmth.

He was shirtless, his chest muscles well-developed, rising and falling slightly with his breath; each muscle looked like a meticulously sculpted work of art. Glistening water droplets clung to his full pectoral muscles, slowly sliding down the muscle's lines. His abdominal muscles were firm and defined.

Pei Zhan walked towards Jiang Hua and stood there, clearly having overheard what Jiang Hua had said on the phone.

Jiang Hua turned her head, glanced at Pei Zhan, but did not say anything.

She seemed to be waiting for Pei Zhan to speak first.

However, Jiang Hua thought that Pei Zhan would most likely be angry about this, and might even be ready to change his clothes and drive to the karaoke bar to pick up Song Qingran in person.

After all, Pei Zhan had done this kind of thing quite a few times before.

However, this time Jiang Hua was wrong.

Pei Zhan didn't care about this at all.

"Do you want to take a bath? I'll run you some water." Pei Zhan changed the subject and sat down next to Jiang Hua, water droplets still dripping from his body.

Jiang Hua frowned slightly. She felt inexplicably uncomfortable and didn't want to pay any attention to Pei Zhan.

But the moment she turned her head, her gaze was still drawn to Pei Zhan's face.

Pei Zhan's face was sharply defined, as if meticulously sculpted. His eyes, beneath his brows, were like deep, captivating pools, holding the stars and the sea within them.

Previously, Jiang Hua was uncontrollably captivated by Pei Zhan's beautiful eyes.

Seeing Jiang Hua's reaction, Pei Zhan's lips curled up slightly, and he reached out a hand to pat the back of her head. "Haven't you always wanted to know the truth about what happened back then? Xiang Nan will be here soon. Let's cook for you first, then I'll go make you some food. Don't stay in your room all the time; it's not good for your health."

"Have you taken the medicine?"

Jiang Hua picked up the remote control, turned the TV back on, and impatiently slapped his hand away, saying, "Don't touch me with your dirty hands, get out."

Pei Zhan knew what Jiang Hua cared about.

So Pei Zhan explained directly, "I plan to transfer Song Qingran to the branch in Haishi. In a few years, she will be sent to the branch in France for further training."