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

In their eyes, I was nothing but a lazy good-for-nothing, and getting a diploma was just something to sound good to others.

He has already decided what she will do in the future, so what else is there to say?

No one touched Jiang Hua's private suitcase. When she opened it to pack her clothes, something suddenly fell out of her clothes. When she looked down, she saw it was her sketchbook, which contained her previous designs.

Jiang Hua stared blankly at the drawing on the ground, slightly stunned.

She picked it up; it was a wedding gift she had intended to give Pei Zhan on their wedding anniversary two or three years ago.

She designed a black bracelet that can never be taken off, with patterns meticulously drawn stroke by stroke.

Once worn, the bracelet can detect heartbeat fluctuations, and if the heartbeat frequency is reached, the bracelet will flash and vibrate.

If it were Pei Zhan, even if she designed it, that light would never shine for her.

For the past three years, their wedding anniversaries have mostly been spent arguing, with Pei Zhan always busy... Or perhaps, their wedding anniversaries should have been spent with Song Qingran.

Slender fingers gently stroked it; this sketchbook was bought for him from the very beginning.

Perhaps she won't touch it again in the future.

Jiang Hua put the drawing into the bottom drawer.

Jiang Hua's cold had been lingering on and off. She quickly cooked some noodles, ate them, and then lay down on the bed feeling dizzy, intending to rest. However, her persistent cough made it difficult for her to fall asleep, and even caused her heart to ache. Having no other choice, she took two pills from her bedside table and swallowed them. As she put the bottle back on, she accidentally dropped one. Picking it up from the floor, she felt something was off about the pill, but didn't think much of it and put it back in the bottle.

Today is Saturday, a day off.

Jiang Hua lay on the bed in a daze, asleep with her eyes closed...

blooming flowers

The night outside the window was gradually darkening, time was passing quickly, and the man was behaving as usual.

Doesn't he have anything to do himself?

Why must we watch her like a prisoner, keeping a close eye on her all day long?

Song Qingran was diligently completing her homework, but she was also nervously watching the man beside her. Her heart couldn't settle down, and she couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to leave.

Pei Zhan: "Stop right there, where are you going?"

Song Qingran was startled. Holding the sketchbook in her hands, she frowned and said, "This is my private matter and has nothing to do with Mr. Pei. Mr. Pei, rest assured, since I promised you, I will not think of running away."

dong dong dong...

There's a knock on the door.

Pei Zhan: "Come in."

The maid came in and said, "Sir, the new seasonal clothes have arrived. I've come to invite Miss Song to try them on."

Song Qingran frowned and looked at Pei Zhan with surprise. She was holding the drawing board in her hands, as if this matter had given her a great deal of trouble. She said unhappily, "Mr. Pei, I'm sorry, I really can't take your things this time. If I want to buy clothes, I will pay for them myself. I don't have the money to return what you gave me."

Pei Zhan ignored Song Qingran's words, put down his long legs, stood up from the sofa, walked past the girl, and said in a cold voice, "Come here, don't make me say it a second time."

Song Qingran remained standing still, and the servants beside her were no longer surprised by the scene.

In the lavish villa, everyone knew that the master had a wife, and this girl... was kept here, and everyone knew her identity.

How many wealthy people in Beijing can afford a sea-view villa?

Even if you have the money, you might not be able to afford a villa like this.

There definitely needs to be someone with power and influence.

The capital city is never short of powerful and influential people, especially men like him. How could they not have a woman by their side, especially a young, beautiful, obedient, and well-behaved college student?

Who wouldn't like someone as pure and innocent as Song Qingran? The nanny at the seaside villa was already used to it.

Knowing her special identity and the fact that some things couldn't be done in the open, the servants in the villa treated her with great care.

Song Qingran lowered her resistance, bit her lip, and followed Pei Zhan into the family indoor sightseeing elevator. From the fifth floor to the first floor lobby, rows of dresses from a certain private custom brand were displayed, each one mainly in light colors.

Pei Zhan: "Don't like it? Then have the brand send over another batch."

Song Qingran grew up in a small county town, where she bought clothes from street vendors at the market, where each item cost only thirty or forty yuan.

These fabrics look high-end, even though the one she's wearing already costs five figures, she simply can't afford something so expensive.

Song Qingran nervously clutched the hem of her white dress. This time, she still chose to refuse. "Mr. Pei, I truly appreciate your kindness. My parents taught me from a young age not to accept charity. I'm sorry, I cannot accept it."

Pei Zhan looked at her restrained appearance, feeling a surge of anger. He reached out and brushed aside her long, straight, jet-black hair, his dark eyes looking at her with a complex expression. He spoke slowly and deliberately, in a deep voice, "Qingran, don't you owe me enough?"

"I..." Song Qingran wanted to argue. The strength in her clenched fist increased even more.

When Pei Zhan's sharp, penetrating gaze swept over her, Song Qingran felt as if she had nowhere to escape, and she was speechless. "Qingran, you've grown up, and you're very beautiful."

Song Qingran suddenly looked terrified and immediately raised her head to look at him.

As the man gradually approached her, whispering intimately in her ear, he slowly said, "If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Throughout, his tone was gentle, but to Song Qingran it was chillingly cold, sending shivers down her spine.

The servants serving them all lowered their heads consciously, avoiding looking at the intimate scene between the two.

Finally, Pei Zhan walked to the clothes rack area, picked up a forest-style blue dress, and held it in front of Song Qingran with one hand to compare it. "This one is nice, it suits you very well."

Seeing that Song Qingran's expression was not right, a maid in her forties stepped forward and took the dress, saying, "Sir, you have excellent taste. Miss Song will look very beautiful in this dress."

Pei Zhan remained silent, but simply took a step and walked up the stairs.

Seeing the figure disappear at the top of the stairs, the maid kindly advised, "Young lady, why are you crying for no reason? The master has never forced you. Although he sometimes goes a bit too far, it's because he likes you so much. I've heard that you're the only one by his side. Besides, you have no worries about food or clothing living here, and someone picks you up from school every day. Not everyone has such good fortune."

Song Qingran's eyes reddened, and she grabbed the dress and threw it to the ground. "None of this is what I wanted. He has a wife, he has a family. How can I accept this?"

"Right now, I am a third party who breaks up other people's families and marriages."