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

"Young Miss, you two... you've finally had a few peaceful days together, why are you arguing again out of the blue?"

Xu Qiulan had witnessed the warming and changing relationship between them, but in just a few days, she didn't know what had happened between them, and their relationship suddenly turned sour again.

"Aunt Xu, you can go downstairs now."

"Miss, let's talk things out. Don't hold a grudge," Xu Qiulan said, still somewhat worried as she left.

Pei Zhan stood up and walked to Jiang Hua. "I only found out yesterday that Elder Jiang asked Song Qingran to take over the association's affairs."

“This was not my arrangement, Huahua… I had no reason to do this.”

Jiang Hua watched him put on an act, "It's just because the Jiang family fired Song Qingran that you've gone to such lengths to meticulously plan and gild her image, all so that she can transcend a social class, escape her ordinary status, and one day stand above me and speak for me?!"

"I should have guessed it long ago. How could you just let Song Qingran leave the Jiang family like that?"

"Pei Zhan, stop putting on an act for me. First, Song Qingran was expelled, and then Jiang Huai put her in charge of the association. Didn't you have your help behind the scenes in all of this? Otherwise... why would such a coincidence happen?"

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"I have no objection to your wanting to pave a way out for Song Qingran!"

"As long as you don't exploit the relationship between the Jiang family and the Shen family!"

"What I hate most is being treated like a fool and lying to me over and over again."

How could Jiang Hua not feel resentful? She always felt a lump in her throat, unable to vent her frustration, whether it was about what she was doing or the people around her. Song Qingran didn't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but she always seemed to want to touch them...

What kind of bewitching magic did Song Qingran use to make everyone she came into contact with speak up for her, without being able to distinguish right from wrong?

Jiang Hua's temper made her seem jealous and twisted, as if she couldn't stand seeing Song Qingran doing well, and she became the vicious one.

Pei Zhan drove Jiang Hua back to school. The two didn't exchange a single word during the drive, and Jiang Hua slammed the car door shut and drove away.

When Jiang Hua returned to the classroom, she discovered that all the teaching aids and equipment, including the repair machines, had been touched, and many items were even missing…

The tools and equipment Jiang Hua used for the repair cost at least tens of thousands of yuan, and the most expensive ones cost hundreds of thousands of yuan. But now, apart from her safe and some small tools, almost everything else in the classroom has been moved out.

Is there a thief?

Just as Jiang Hua was about to pick up her phone to call the police, she suddenly heard footsteps and Professor Guo's voice at the door, "After you send it in, remember to handle it gently and put it back in its original position."

As soon as the last word was uttered, Guo Youcai saw Jiang Hua in the classroom. He put down the only textbook he was holding and asked, "You're here?"

"These are the book materials I just received from the publisher yesterday. Please take a look and see if there are any problems."

Jiang Hua took the tool and saw Xue Ruyao and the others walk in, wielding their tools. Her eyes darkened instantly. "I remember this classroom isn't a place where just anyone can come in. Did you get my permission before using my things?"

Xue Ruyao scoffed dismissively, "These are school property, how did they become yours?"

"Professor Guo, look at her..."

Professor Guo stepped forward and said, "Recently, there have been many new students in the jewelry restoration elective class, and we don't have enough tools. I thought since you're taking a break, I'd lend them to you for now. Don't worry, these are all my students, and they won't mess with anything else."

With Professor Guo present, Jiang Hua could only remain silent out of respect for him. Most of the school's equipment was an investment from the Shen and Jiang families. Jiang Hua frowned, temporarily suppressing her dissatisfaction. One Song Qingran wasn't enough, and now several more were appearing…

It's true that whatever she does, they all follow suit.

"You haven't even mastered your own major, yet you want to dabble in these things. You should learn from Song Qingran's self-awareness and give up if you can't understand it." When she said this, Jiang Hua's voice was icy, but it also made those around her feel that she was cold and heartless.

It's like the villainous female supporting character in a novel. She can't stand the female lead, Song Qingran, getting into good things, so others think she's just angry and can't stand everyone being happy, which is why she said such things!

As expected, one voice after another voice expressed their dissatisfaction with Jiang Hua.

"Senior Jiang, how can you say that? Qingran... gave up because Jiang's Company was too busy. It's not that what you're saying doesn't make sense. If Qingran were serious, she could succeed at anything."

One person said, "I know you have a lot of complaints about us, mainly because you feel we're taking your work and you're unhappy about it, but it all comes down to who's more capable..."

"That's right. The school has opened this jewelry restoration class, so why can't we get involved? This elective class is meant to let whoever has the ability take it..."

"Ha..." Jiang Hua crossed her arms and laughed. She had just confirmed a saying: people really do laugh when they're speechless.

Jewelry restoration has always been passed down in the Jiang family and is not taught to outsiders. It was only in her mother Jiang Qingcheng's generation that she thought of setting up this major at the Imperial University. Even though she had been exposed to jewelry restoration since childhood and was afraid to try some complex jewelry crafts, they thought that they could get the hang of it after studying for a year or two. They didn't even know the most basic knowledge, yet they were talking about these things in front of her.

Why are they all like Song Qingran, so blindly confident in themselves?

Just then, a commotion broke out outside the door.

"Oh my god, look! Isn't he the president of the Intangible Cultural Heritage Association? Why is he here?"

"Qingran? Qingran actually came with the president."

Upon seeing the two figures outside the corridor, Jiang Hua's gaze met Jiang Huai, who was standing not far away. Song Qingran was introducing him to Song Huai in a friendly manner.

After putting their things down, these people immediately went outside and followed around them.

Jiang Huai was greeted by the school principal and other leaders, who maintained the proper order.

The events of yesterday at Qianqiu Manor were still fresh in Jiang Hua's mind. She didn't want to see him at all and went up to close the door.

When Professor Guo saw Jiang Hua's appearance, he hesitated to speak. "You don't need to worry about the association. Your grandfather has his reasons for doing this. The people above him are all paying close attention to this association."

"With your abilities, I believe that one day he will recognize you."

Jiang Hua: "I did all this not to gain his approval, nor do I need his approval. Since he trusts Song Qingran so much, I have nothing to say. This is his choice."

"Even without this association, I can still accomplish what I want to do."

Song Qingran is a role model for all students at Imperial Capital University. Today, she was able to perform well in front of Professor Jiang and the leaders of various universities, which made her stand out.

The corridor was adorned with photos of outstanding graduates who had left Imperial University over the years. Without any prior preparation, Song Qingran began to explain each of them to Jiang Huai in great detail, covering every aspect with utmost care and grace.

At this moment, Song Qingran's appearance was exactly how all students should be in the eyes of the teachers and students.

Just last night, the school announced on its official forum that Song Qingran would be the vice president of the Jewelry Restoration Association, Jiang Huai the president, and so on, listing all the other members...

To this day, the list of these individuals is posted on the school's bulletin board.

Professor Guo continued, "Because of this association's matter, Chairman Jiang applied for a batch of funds, all of which will be used for the jewelry association. There will also be a jewelry exhibition at the school. Chairman Jiang and all the members of the association will be there. If you... are willing, you can go and take a look."

"I forgot to tell you..." Professor Guo said, taking out a form for members of the Jewelry Association from his bag. "This form was brought to me by Elder Jiang's assistant this morning. Actually... Elder Jiang still hopes that you can join this association."

"With you as our pillar of support, we will definitely succeed. There are also many outstanding talents here who can be cultivated. Isn't this what you want to do?"

Jiang Hua took the application form and crumpled it into a ball without thinking. "Even you believe in me, but he doesn't."

"However... I have my own principles when it comes to doing things, and I don't like working with people I can't get along with."

"What is this classroom?" Jiang Huai walked towards the research and experimental operation area that was not open to the public. The security personnel next to him immediately stepped aside, and the principal explained to Jiang Huai, "This is the area used by graduate students of Imperial University to conduct experiments. It is not open to ordinary students at ordinary time."

"To your right is the only remaining jewelry restoration department at Imperial University, but this class is special because it only has one student, Jiang Hua."

Song Qingran continued, "Jewelry restoration and jewelry design are inherently integrated. Only by understanding the jewelry restoration process can we do a more complete job in our design field and meet the greater needs of our clients."

"After getting involved in jewelry restoration, we learned a lot and became even more passionate about what we want to do now."

"Grandpa Jiang, we are very grateful that you came to our school to support the association we founded and even organized a jewelry exhibition for us, allowing us ordinary students to experience things that we could never otherwise access."

When the principal saw Jiang Huai's gaze fixed on the closed door, he immediately understood what he meant and stepped forward to open the door. "Mr. Jiang, if you don't mind, you can go in and take a look. It's the only complete control room in our school."

The moment the door opened, all that was seen inside was a crumpled piece of paper lying on the floor, along with Jiang Hua's retreating figure as she left through the back door…

Jiang Huai stared at the figure that had disappeared for a long time, listening to the footsteps fading into the distance.

Song Qingran picked up the crumpled paper from the ground.

Xue Ruyao asked curiously, "Qingran, what is this?"

When Song Qingran opened it, she found it was an application form from the Jewelry Restoration Association.

Xue Ruyao was shocked. "Qingran, wasn't this application form meant for Jiang Hua?"

How did she get lost?

"Even if she doesn't want to come in, looks down on us, and has a prejudice against us, she shouldn't do this."

Song Qingran's eyes were complicated. She smoothed out the application form, folded it again, and put it in her pocket without saying a word. "Ayao, don't say anything."

Jiang Hua used the emergency exit. She took off the access card that was hanging in front of her to enter the classroom, broke it with her bare hands, destroyed it, and threw it into the trash can at the end of the corridor.

a few minutes ago.

Professor Guo said, "This decision is not only made by Chairman Jiang but also by the school. This classroom will be expanded later to accommodate many more students."

"I hope you can become a teaching assistant for jewelry restoration. Based on the monthly evaluations, I will also give you appropriate credits so that you can graduate early."

"If they come, I'll leave." With those three words, Jiang Hua turned and left resolutely, not forgetting to take the book with her before she left.

As I descended to the second floor, I suddenly heard a melodious piano tune.

This piece is…

Is he here too?

At this time, there are almost no people in this building; it's lunch break, and it's the time when there are the fewest people.

Hearing the familiar piano music, Jiang Hua slowly walked forward. She stopped when she got close to the music room from which the music was coming. The door was ajar. Jiang Hua saw a familiar figure sitting in front of a black piano, playing the second half of the piece he had composed.

However, this time the sound was clearly different from the tune of the song that Jiang Hua had received. This tune had a lingering, pleasant feel to it, evoking a sense of tranquility and beauty as time passed.

Jiang Hua listened quietly for a while, and her displeasure lessened somewhat.

As the last note faded, Jiang Hua saw his hand lower, landing precisely on those few keys, which sent a shiver down her spine…

The other person seemed to have noticed Jiang Hua's location, and their gaze moved towards the figure outside the door. "Who's there?"

Hearing the sound, Jiang Hua pushed open the door and entered.

She said, "Compared to the piece you wrote for me before, this one you're playing now is better. I like the one you just played." Jiang Hua walked over, put down her bag, and sat down next to him. The man's gaze followed her, and he made room for her.

The man's hoarse voice, though not unpleasant, told her, "Each piece of music is like a scene from a TV series, half of which is about love and companionship, and the other half is about the regret of separation. Only in this way can the audience feel it more deeply."

Jiang Hua retorted dismissively, "But you're speaking from... the audience's perspective. Which protagonist on TV doesn't want a happy ending? Life is hard enough as it is. Besides... what if the audience also wants a happy ending?"

"Name your price for that piece you just played, I'll buy it." Jiang Hua vaguely remembered the melody, lowered her eyes, and pressed the piano keys.

Wen Qian: "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Jiang Hua pursed her lips and nodded, "Okay." She wasn't being polite.

"Why are you alone? Where is your fiancée?"