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

It's Song Qingran again, those three names.

Aside from using her to disgust Pei Zhan, it seems that Jiang Hua hears about her every day. Now, just hearing her name makes her feel nauseous.

Surprisingly, Pei Zhan didn't hide anything from Song Qingran in front of her and just openly talked about it. She lifted the quilt, picked up the black silk robe embroidered with dark red roses from the floor, and put it on in front of him. Last night, she clearly felt that Pei Zhan had applied medicine to her afterward while she was sleeping, which relieved the pain and made her feel less uncomfortable.

“Since something has happened, you should go, so as not to cause any more trouble for the company. Your aunt has a bad temper and doesn’t hold back when she gets angry. If she beats your sweetheart to death, don’t blame me for not warning you.”

Jiang Hua wasn't worried at all that Shen Wanrou would get into trouble. With her temper, she was almost identical to Yue Lianyi. Jiang Hua's personality was considered gentle among them.

Shen Wanrou's status in the Shen family is almost the same as Bao'er's. Jiang Hua doesn't know about other aristocratic families, but she does know about the Shen family. The women of the Shen family have a higher status than those men. Jiang Hua heard this from her father. A hundred years ago, when the Shen family started its business, the first female head of the Shen family was a woman.

Just imagine that scene; Song Qingran would at least be bleeding, if not bruised and swollen.

She also didn't need to worry about what Pei Zhan would do to Shen Wanrou. Now that the Wang family was gone, the Shen family was unique in the capital. They had no shortage of money and no one could compare to them in terms of power. Pei Zhan was just an orphan with no background or status. If he dared to touch her, and Shen Yebai investigated him, Jiang Hua wouldn't care at all...

If he gets into trouble, Jiang Hua will have a reason to divorce him.

As for the Jiang family... things are stable now, so it doesn't matter who takes care of them.

Looking back now, Jiang Hua thinks that if the Shen and Jiang families had married back then, well, it seems like... she was climbing a notch.

Pei Zhan was already standing in front of the wardrobe mirror, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt. The wound on his shoulder had been stitched up and bandaged. "I don't want to go over there. I can stay home with you today. The renovations at the flower garden are almost finished. Shall we go take a look?"

"Or... come to the company with me..."

“Going to the flower garden is to constantly remind me how you’ve been having an affair with Song Qingran behind my back for over a year since we got married. Who are you trying to disgust?” Jiang Hua sat in front of the vanity mirror, combing her hair, looking at the marks on her neck, and frowned in disgust.

Pei Zhan thought she was upset because the company's troubles involved Song Qingran. He tried his best to explain, "When something happens at the company, whether it's Song Qingran or any other employee, I should go."

Thinking that she wouldn't be able to cover herself up in a skirt later, she angrily threw down the comb, stood up, and looked at him, saying, "Go ahead, no one's stopping you from going."

"You went there and you still protected her. Auntie isn't someone who can't distinguish right from wrong. She went to the company to find Song Qingran because it was related to her damaged jewelry set after the repair. Can you handle this matter fairly and without any guilt? Do you know how much that set of jewelry inherited from the Shen family is worth? If Song Qingran embezzles it, the money involved is enough to send her to jail. Can you bear to do that?"

Pei Zhan: "The matter is not yet settled."

Jiang Hua laughed, "Yes, things are still undecided. I was just making malicious speculations, but so what? You still subconsciously side with her."

“Huahua, that’s not what I meant, you know that.” Pei Zhan was speechless, he was powerless to explain, and he didn’t know what he had said that made her angry. “If this matter is really related to her, I promise you, I will handle it according to the law. I will not interfere.”

These words stunned Jiang Hua. Would he really be willing to let Song Qingran go to jail?

Jiang Hua sat in the chair, her robe with a low-cut neckline that barely covered anything. She turned to the side, crossed her legs, and looked at him with her arms crossed over her chest. "Let me remind you of why I made such a judgment about her so early."

"First, your Song Qingran knows I'm in the jewelry restoration department, and to outshine me, she also enrolled in the jewelry restoration elective. Second, the reason your aunt sought her out is entirely due to your efforts. You went to great lengths to pave the way for her, taking her to banquets, and Song Qingran got to know many influential ladies in the business world, including that middleman, Mrs. Mo. That's how Song Qingran gained such connections and was able to make such a deal!"

"I noticed her making moves from the beginning, but I never expected... she's incredibly stupid, daring to touch anything."

"The reason she acts this way is because of the confidence you give her."

"Now that something has happened, she's even more fearless because Song Qingran knows that you will take care of everything for her!"

"Pei Zhan! You'll fall for someone like Song Qingran."

"It's really..."

“Tasteless!”

"I'm telling you right now, go and see for yourself if you don't believe me." Jiang Hua stood up, preparing to wash up, but stopped outside the bathroom door. "Don't forget the two billion, transfer it to my account. If you want it again, it'll be... four billion!"

Pei Zhan earns money too quickly; it's better to give it to Song Qingran than to let him spend it on her.

If she had actually waited until Pei Zhan swallowed up the Jiang family and she was left with nothing, she would still have this money and wouldn't have fallen ill on the street without even money for medicine and medical treatment.

...

The family rules of the Shen family finally brought Shen Wanrou to her senses. She resolutely divorced the man who had been living off her for years and sent the two scumbags to northern Myanmar. She was determined to make them pay back double for all the money they had taken from her. They would suffer greatly in that place, even if they didn't die.

An hour ago, Shen Wanrou found Mrs. Mo, whom she had met at the beauty salon. When she sent someone to find her, Shen Wanrou lost her temper and grabbed the woman's hair without saying a word, slamming her head against the glass door. The screams were incessant, but it spared her breath. No one had ever dared to play tricks on her before.

"I'm not lying to you. I only took 500,000 yuan as a brokerage fee. I really didn't touch the other million-plus yuan. I'll return the jewelry to you exactly as it was after it's repaired. Even if I offend others, I wouldn't dare offend you!"

"I'll return this 500,000 to you right now."

"Stop...stop hitting me!"

Shen Wanrou doesn't lack the 500,000 yuan; it's not even as expensive as the diamond she got for her nails. She just can't swallow her anger. And that set of jewelry, passed down for over a hundred years, was ruined like that. She's furious.

"Tell me who you're looking for, or... I'll throw you into the open sea to feed the sharks!"

"Song...Song Qingran...is a new intern at the Jiang Group. I met her at the banquet. She told me that her school has a major that can repair your jewelry, and that's when I believed her!"

After taking the 500,000 yuan check, Shen Wanrou stuffed it into her bag and swiftly went to the Jiang Group with her bodyguards.

However, considering the relationship between the Shen and Jiang families, she made sure that her bodyguards waited outside when Shen Wanrou went to the company.

Zuo Xiangnan also knew Shen Wanrou. Back then, her reputation was well-known throughout the Beijing circle. She was also known for having a temper that was even more difficult to deal with than Jiang Hua. With the backing of the Shen family, no matter how much Shen Wanrou acted up, no one dared to do anything to her.

In the conference room, Zuo Xiangnan personally poured her a cup of tea. Shen Wanrou took a sip. This was a courtesy to Jiang Shi; otherwise, she wouldn't even bother to drink the tea.

"I heard that your new celebrity intern, Song Qingran, designs jewelry that appeals to young people. It just so happens that it's my niece's birthday, so I asked her to come over and design one... no... two sets for me." The other set is also intended for Jiang Hua.

When Zuo Xiangnan heard Shen Wanrou personally request Song Qingran, his eyelids twitched inexplicably.

"You're just an intern, so your design skills are still a bit lacking. How about I introduce you to a more professional designer? I guarantee you'll be satisfied with the design."

Shen Wanrou: "Just go when I tell you to. Stop with all this nonsense."

Zuo Xiangnan had no choice but to ask Song Qingran to come over.

As Song Qingran walked into the reception room with her design sketches in hand, Shen Wanrou dismissed Zuo Xiangnan the moment the door closed.

Who knew that the next second, Shen Wanrou would pick up her bag and throw it at Song Qingran without saying a word. The metal buckle on the bag cut her face and blood immediately flowed down her cheek.

The reception room has transparent glass windows, and the design department staff are right outside.

When one of them saw the commotion in the reception room, they were all stunned.

Song Qingran couldn't utter a single word and was beaten for several minutes. When Zuo Xiangnan finally arrived, Shen Wanrou kicked Song Qingran in the chest, causing her to slam her abdomen against the edge of the table. The intense pain made her fall to the ground, curling up in agony...

Her eyes opened, but they were still blurry, as if she could barely see anything. All she could see was the elegant woman in front of her, her face contorted with rage as she hurled insults at her…

I can't hear anything around me anymore.

Is she... going to die?

At that final moment, outside the conference room, Song Qingran seemed to see a dark figure walking hurriedly towards her. Before she could even see his face clearly, Song Qingran fainted…

...

Jiang Hua went to the hospital in a private car.

Jiang Hua didn't care about company matters or whether Pei Zhan would protect Song Qingran.

Thanks to the surgery and treatment from the overseas medical team, Dad is recovering very well. However, he still can't get out of bed for the time being and can only use a wheelchair…

When Jiang Hua went upstairs to the ward, she found that no one was there.

The nurse told her that her father had gone outside to sunbathe. Jiang Hua put down her bag and prepared to go out to find him. However, just as she walked out of the ward, a tall, thin man, also wearing a hospital gown, came out of the bathroom and fell to the ground.

Jiang Hua raised her eyebrows slightly. After thinking it over, she noticed the gruesome burn marks under his wide sleeves and walked over. "Do you need... help?" Although she seemed to want to help him, Jiang Hua appeared arrogant and aloof.

The person on the ground slowly began to move, but he kept his head down and silently stood up. However, in just a few seconds, he was about to fall, his hand supporting him against the wall. Just then, Jiang Hua caught him with both hands. Her long hair, which had fallen over her shoulders, brushed against the man's face. The scent of her expensive perfume mingled with the smell of Chinese medicine on him, creating a strangely pleasant aroma.

At such close range, Jiang Hua could clearly see the scar on his neck. After a moment of silence, the other person seemed to notice where her gaze was fixed on him. He deliberately covered his neck with his hand, his voice hoarse and somewhat harsh, "Thank you."

The wisps of hair on the man's forehead obscured his evasive gaze...

"How are you?"

"Excuse me... could you please call a doctor for me?"

After saying those words, he fainted.

The other person's entire weight pressed down on Jiang Hua. Jiang Hua didn't dare to touch him. Thinking that he must be the injured person downstairs, whose miserable screams she heard, she was afraid of hurting him. "You two good-for-nothings, what are you looking at? Hurry up and come help."

Downstairs in the ward, the nurse said thankfully, "Ms. Jiang, it's a good thing you were here, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."

The doctors and nurses nearby were treating his wounds.

As she took off her hospital gown, Jiang Hua's entire scalp tingled; it was covered in a dense, unsettling mass of...it was all...

She only glanced at it briefly, then dared not look at anything else, her gaze fixed unbearably on the side.

"His condition is so serious, how come there's no one around to watch over him?"

“His wife went home to get a change of clothes. She said the caregiver was worried that he wouldn’t be able to take good care of him. The toilet on this floor was under repair. I didn’t expect him to go upstairs. Given his current condition, he shouldn’t be moving around so much.”

The doctor said with a sigh, "Sigh, such extensive burns are easy to repair for an ordinary person, but his body is allergic to the anesthetic, so we have to grit our teeth and have the surgery. What can we do about it? His fiancée doesn't mind the scars on his body, but he insisted on having the surgery, and no one can persuade him otherwise."

"To repair these scars, the only way is to cut away the excess skin tissue with a knife and then use medication to heal the wound, which is an extremely painful process."

Jiang Hua wasn't interested in other people's privacy. She looked around the ward, which didn't look like a ward at all; it was decorated more like her own bedroom. Her wife... had really put a lot of thought into it.

When she saw the table to the side, she saw a bunch of white baby's breath.

He actually...likes this flower too.

Beside the vase of flowers was an invitation with red and gold lettering. Jiang Hua curiously stepped forward and opened the invitation. It contained the names of Bai Rui and Wen Qian, as well as his fiancée's. She only glanced at it before putting it down.

"Something's wrong! Dr. Chen, patient 809's heart rate has suddenly become unstable. You need to go and take a look."

"Xiao Zhou, you stay here and keep watch. Call me immediately if anything happens."

"Good director."

A doctor went to see her, and then the nurse was called away by the nurse call bell.

The nurse looked at Jiang Hua with a troubled expression.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Hua sat down on a chair next to a bed, crossed her legs, and said, "Alright, you can go too."

"I'm watching the person."

"Thank you, Ms. Jiang, for your trouble."

Jiang Hua didn't know why, even though he was a complete stranger to her, she felt a sense of familiarity with him. She sat there and carefully examined his face.

After some time, Jiang Hua was clearly getting impatient and glanced at the time on her watch.

Suddenly, the person on the bed spoke weakly, "You haven't left yet?"