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

Jiang Hua calmly recounted everything, walked around the car, and passed in front of it. In fact... there were some things she understood very well, things she could never change: the Jiang Jewelry Group was no longer surnamed Jiang.

It's safe to say that no one in the entire company, whether senior management or shareholders, is more suitable for this position than Pei Zhan.

When Dad chose Pei Zhan, wasn't it because he saw Pei Zhan's ability to run a company?

As the figure walked further and further away, the man's piercing gaze suddenly turned sharp...

Jiang Hua watched the car drive away without ever looking back.

On the desolate street with only streetlights, Jiang Hua hugged her arms, feeling the cold wind. She walked for two and a half hours before finally reaching the city center, her phone already dead. What should have been a pleasant family dinner ended in the same unpleasant way.

It was almost 10 o'clock when we got back to the hotel.

The first thing I did upon arriving at the hotel was to drink a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the cold, and then take a hot bath.

Jiang Hua was frail from a young age. If it weren't for the Jiang family's vast wealth supporting her, she wouldn't have survived to this day. She should have died when she was eleven years old.

That multi-vehicle collision nearly took her life; it took her a long time to recover from the trauma of it…

As expected... Jiang Hua still fell ill after that night!

In the dark room, a distressed murmur could be clearly heard, "Don't go..."

"...Please, don't leave me!"

A nightmare.

Jiang Hua was startled awake. Looking out the window, where the curtains were not drawn, she saw a faint light on the horizon and the clock on the white wall showed 4:30.

Jiang Hua was thirsty and wanted to get up to drink some water. Before she could even touch the water glass on the bedside table, she rolled off the bed, blanket and all, and fell to the floor.

Then... he fell into a coma.

Friday, 8:15 a.m.

The hotel offers punctual wake-up calls.

Since they hadn't received a response from housekeeping, they asked the housekeeping manager to knock on Jiang Hua's door.

After the door opened for the third time, the hotel manager, seeing the unconscious person on the ground, was terrified and didn't know what to do. Hotel staff immediately called an ambulance...

Jiang Hua woke up the next morning.

Looking at the snow-white ceiling, there was also an unpleasant smell of disinfectant.

He looked dazed for a moment, as if he had just experienced a dream.

Until she heard Wen Huaishi's voice in her ear.

Jiang Hua's voice was so hoarse that she could barely speak.

"Don't move around, your fever hasn't gone down yet." Wen Huaishi was wearing a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck, just like when they first met. He was wearing a mask, which revealed his gentle eyes.

Jiang Hua's voice was hoarse, "Water..."

Wen Huaishi poured her a glass of warm water and helped her up. "Be careful."

Jiang Hua drank it all.

Wen Huaishi knew she wanted to drink more, so he poured her another cup, saying, "Drink slowly."

After drinking some water, Jiang Hua regained some strength and felt that she had a bit more energy back.

Wen Huaishi asked, "Are you alright?"

Jiang Hua was still a little upset, but she forced a smile and said, "I didn't expect to see you again so soon."

The man removed his blue mask, a smile curving his lips. His eyes, hidden by wisps of hair, also curved into a deep, affectionate smile. "As a doctor, I certainly don't want to see patients in the hospital."

"Sit up and have some porridge first. You've slept for a whole day and night. If you keep going like this, your body won't be able to take it."

The nurse was cleaning up the medical waste under her when Wen Huaishi opened the thermos and sat down next to her, holding a bowl in his hand. He handed it to her and asked, "Can you manage by yourself?"

Jiang Hua reached for the bowl, her fingers touching the bottom, and it sank weakly. She had never felt so embarrassed before. She glanced at him in a panic, "I'm sorry, I don't have the strength."

"It's alright, I'll feed you." Wen Huaishi scooped a spoonful of porridge and placed it near her pale lips. Seeing her weak appearance, he felt a soft sense of vulnerability. A delicate rose instantly lost its vitality, its stem bending. "The hospital can't contact your family."

"Should we call home?"

Aside from nagging Pei Zhan to feed her when she was sick, no other man had ever treated Jiang Hua like that. "Is Dr. Wen this kind to all patients?"

"Unless there are special circumstances," Wen Huai said.

Jiang Hua paused for a moment, then a smile curved her lips. "Where's A-Yuan? Didn't she come with you?"

Wen Huaishi said, "It was too noisy, so I sent her to an early childhood education class."

Jiang Hua: "What about her mother? Doesn't she have time to spend with her?"

Wen Huaishi said, "My wife passed away because of hereditary heart disease."

Jiang Huayu paused, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and for a moment she was at a loss. "I'm sorry, I don't know."

“Pregnancy is extremely risky for heart patients. I foresaw this outcome when I was about to give birth. Ah Yuan is a gift we made. Even if I am gone, even if my wife is gone, we still have a daughter.”

Jiang Hua felt a mix of emotions she couldn't quite describe.

"It seems you really love your wife."

A bitter feeling spread through my heart.

The only difference between him and Pei Zhan was whether they loved each other or not; there was never any other reason.

"Ward 1702, a family member has come to visit you."

Wen Huaishi was holding a bowl of porridge, and just as he was about to feed Jiang Hua with a spoon, the uninvited guest outside walked in.

Similarly, Zuo Xiangnan, who was following behind Pei Zhan, was carrying a bucket of insulated food, obviously there to deliver food.

Wen Huaishi could tell at a glance that their relationship was unusual.

During the conversation, the bowl of nutritious porridge was almost empty.

"anything else?"

"No."

"I'm going to make my rounds. If you need anything, press the nurse call button. Don't forget to have your family member come over."

Jiang Hua nodded, "Thank you, Dr. Wen."

Wen Huaishi turned and left. Outside the door, the two men exchanged glances, a fleeting glint of sharpness in their eyes.

Only two people remained in the large ward. Jiang Hua leaned against the wall with her eyes closed, feeling a little dizzy, until a cold hand touched her forehead. Jiang Hua immediately opened her eyes and slapped away the hand that had touched her with disgust.

"A little cold won't kill you."

She certainly wouldn't die, but for Jiang Hua, even a minor cold could become a fatal risk.

Pei Zhan sat down beside Jiang Hua's bed without getting angry, looking at the bowl of porridge on the bedside table before turning his gaze to Jiang Hua's pale face. "Are you still angry?"

Pei Zhan had known about Jiang Hua's congenital heart disease for a long time, and even now... Jiang Hua is still deliberately hiding it.

"If I got angry that easily, I would have died long ago, and it has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Hua's health had never been very good since childhood. If it weren't for the Jiang family's wealth in supporting her, she would have died long ago.

However, the car accident worsened her condition.

Jiang Hua now feels that her cold has not improved at all, and has even become more serious.

Jiang Hua looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window with a blank expression, her voice calm and without any ripples.

She knew she couldn't have too many emotions, otherwise it would affect her heart.

The man in front of her spent his whole life proving that he didn't love her. Jiang Hua accepted this ending and is now completely at peace. Now, apart from divorce, Jiang Hua doesn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.

Pei Zhan's lips curled slightly, his eyes unfathomable. "Huahua, you know I could never divorce you. Hmm?"