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

He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with his hand, his voice equally gentle, captivating all who heard it, but to Jiang Hua it sounded like a cold blade.

Jiang Hua paused slightly, frowned, and looked at him with confusion in her eyes, "...Why? Don't you want to be with Song Qingran? If she finds out about us, she'll be even less likely to be with you."

Pei Zhan's thumb rubbed against her earlobe. "If you want a divorce, unless I ask for it myself, what you're doing is meaningless."

Her voice instantly turned cold: "Pei Zhan! What exactly do you want to do!"

"..." Pei Zhan did not answer her question, but slowly told her, "For the next three months... if you still want to stay in the hotel, I'm not sure if the news of the divorce will reach Chairman Jiang's ears."

Jiang Hua retorted angrily, "Are you threatening me? Aren't you afraid that I'll tell Song Qingran about our affair, let her know that she's the third party who broke up someone else's marriage, and I'll also tell the media everything and make it public?"

Pei Zhan lowered his hand and smiled, "...Huahua, don't anger me. You know I'm capable of anything."

"Song Qingran is my bottom line."

"Without me, how long can Jiang's Jewelry Group last? Three years? Or three months?"

“This marriage can’t bind me. If I get a divorce, within three months… the Jiang family, a century-old family in the capital, will be wiped out overnight.”

Jiang Hua's face was ashen, her inner emotions desperately suppressed. Her hands gripped the blanket tightly, her gaze fixed on him. After a long while, she forced down the throbbing pain in her chest; her heart was clenching again. This pain was more intense than any other injury.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll leave the hotel, but... I will never go back to the Garden, and I will never live under the same roof with someone who is unfaithful to their marriage. In front of outsiders, I agree to play along with you, is that enough... are you satisfied?"

Pei Zhan did not remain silent; it seemed he was quite satisfied with the decision.

Bottom line!

She is your bottom line!

Pei Zhan, are you no longer even bothering to pretend in front of me?

In an instant, all her emotions surged forth like a tidal wave, washing over her.

Jiang Hua's hand, with the IV drip attached, was icy cold and trembling.

This outcome was not what Pei Zhan wanted, but... it was part of his plan!

"Take your seat as Mrs. Pei."

Huahua, can't you handle this?

What will you do if the Jiang family is gone?

This is just the beginning.

Pei Zhan stood up with one hand in his pocket, glanced at her indifferently, turned and left without looking back, leaving only a cold back view.

As Pei Zhan left the ward, he brushed past Wen Huaishi, who was returning with the medicine.

Pei Zhan didn't even spare him a glance, keeping his eyes straight ahead and walking away with one hand in his pocket.

When Wen Huaishi entered the ward, he noticed that Jiang Hua was acting strangely.

She clutched her chest in pain.

Wen Huaishi put down the medicine in his hand. "Hang in there a little longer." He opened the drawer of the bedside table, found a small bottle of medicine, and poured out one pill.

Jiang Hua refused, and her scarlet eyes, which seemed ready to shed tears at any moment, softened Wen Huaishi's heart. "...I always have to get used to it. I'll be fine in a little while."

Wen Huaishi said, "If you're feeling down, you either cry it out, or... sometimes you need a hug. If you don't mind, I can lend you my shoulder."

"Don't suppress your emotions; if you feel bad, just cry it out."

Jiang Hua coughed several times, her breathing rapid. She leaned on Wen Huaishi's shoulder, clutching his clothes tightly. "...I'm fine, it'll be over soon, just bear with it..."

Pei Zhan confronted her earlier than in his previous life.

He also admitted that Song Qingran was his bottom line, someone he... cared about...

If she makes a move against Song Qingran, Pei Zhan will make a move against the Jiang family!

Jiang Hua couldn't understand why Pei Zhan hated her so much when she had never done anything to hurt Song Qingran.

The Jiang family... gave him everything he could, allowing him to rise to prominence. Isn't that enough?

Pei Zhan left the People's Hospital and sat in the back passenger seat.

My phone vibrated.

Swipe the phone screen.

Message: The medication has been changed! It will take effect soon.

Pei Zhan turned off his phone and closed his eyes.

"drive!"

...

During the two or three days that Jiang Hua was sick, Wen Huaishi helped her get leave from school. As for the works required by the school, Jiang Hua had absolutely no ideas, and she didn't even have the thought of continuing to participate.

After being discharged from the hospital, Jiang Hua returned to the hotel, packed her things, and decided to buy a studio apartment close to the school. She hired a moving company to move all her usable belongings to the apartment, which she specifically bought as a single-level apartment larger than the one in Huayuan.

Jiang Hua is not one to compromise herself.

When the elevator arrived downstairs and she walked into the lobby, the front desk manager handed Jiang Hua an exquisite gift bag. "Ms. Jiang, today is the hotel's tenth anniversary celebration. This is a small gift for you. I hope you won't find it offensive."

Jiang Hua accepted it, saying, "Thank you."

"Just leave your luggage to the concierge; he'll help you put it in the car."

Jiang Hua went to complete the check-out procedures, and just then, a familiar voice called out from behind her.

"Mr. Pei, Ms. Song... Enjoy your meal!"

Jiang Hua pretended not to hear anything.

Pei Zhan, dressed in a black suit, stood out with his tall and straight figure. Moreover, beside him was a young girl in a white skirt with a youthful and beautiful face. The two of them walking together were a particularly pleasing sight.

When Song Qingran saw her, she originally wanted to greet Jiang Hua. Although there were some conflicts between her and Jiang Hua, she did not want to make the conflict too serious, as Jiang Hua still had something on her.

Song Qingran was also afraid. She was afraid that Jiang Hua would say something outside, and if people misunderstood her relationship with Mr. Pei, she wouldn't be able to explain herself even if she had a hundred mouths.

She was wearing a white dress, her hair in a braid draped over one shoulder, carrying an inexpensive bag, and biting her lip. While she was still hesitating whether to go forward, Jiang Hua had already turned around and left with the hotel staff seeing her off.

Jiang Hua sat in the hotel's private car. The driver, wearing white gloves, opened the door for her. After getting in, she felt an undeniable gaze upon her. Jiang Hua pretended not to notice and brushed past them.

After arriving at the Jinsha Bay apartment, Jiang Hua turned on her phone and found that her homeroom teacher had sent her many messages and made phone calls, all urging her to submit her design draft for the competition.

Jiang Hua ignored her and simply tossed her phone aside.

If this competition is really as her father says, a rigged affair for her sake, then there's nothing for her to compete in.

"Miss Jiang, everything has been packed for you."

Jiang Hua paid the cleaner's wages and then left.