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

The call was answered quickly.

Xue Ruyao: "Excuse me, are you Jiang Hua's mother?"

At Yulong Bay, Xu Qiulan stood in front of Jiang Hua, her phone on speakerphone on Jiang Hua's dressing table. Hearing the familiar voices coming from the phone, Jiang Hua immediately guessed that it was them.

"Yes, you... what do you want with my Huahua?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the phone. Jiang Hua crossed her arms and looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window, probably in shock or... surprise?

At first, they thought she was the heiress of the Jiang Group, which is why they repeatedly tested her with Aunt Xu and even followed her to Yulong Bay. Unexpectedly, this phone call shattered their doubts. After the initial surprise, Jiang Hua could imagine the almost distorted excitement in her eyes after learning her true identity, thinking that... this would allow her to ride roughshod over her.

"Are you really Jiang Hua's mother?" the other person asked again in disbelief.

Xu Qiulan glanced at Jiang Hua, and after receiving her tacit approval, nodded in agreement, "Yes. Huahua isn't home today; she hasn't been back for a long time. You must be Huahua's classmates."

"Auntie, do you know, Jiang Hua is a person... um..." The words were quickly spoken, but stopped abruptly the next second, and then the phone was hung up.

"Miss, the call has ended."

"It's alright, let them be. If they come looking for you again, deal with them first, and then tell me."

"Yes, Miss."

Shen Yebai's Hongqi car slowly drove up and stopped downstairs.

Jiang Hua went downstairs, Xie Huai opened the car door, and Jiang Hua got into the passenger seat.

Shen Yebai: "You look beautiful today."

Jiang Hua: "Thank you."

"Where's Bao'er? Isn't she with us?"

Shen Yebai: "Yeah, not together."

He didn't explain much, and Jiang Hua didn't ask any more questions. Suddenly... she remembered something, but when she looked at Shen Yebai, the words caught in her throat. "What's wrong? Is there something you want to tell me?" The man had a different hairstyle than usual, with a few strands of hair falling down. His gaze was deep, but it couldn't change the innate nobility about him. Thinking of the responsibilities that fell on him, Jiang Hua still didn't mention Bao'er. All of this was still unknown.

"nothing."

"Ah."

Every word she spoke received a response from him, unlike that filthy Pei Zhan, who would only play dead when faced with trouble. Apart from resembling Ji Liangchuan in appearance and behavior, what else did he have that made her likable?

...

At Imperial University, in the lounge, Song Qingran picked up the phone and hung up immediately. "Ayao, that's enough. It's not hard to admit that Senior Jiang is excellent. We shouldn't be so quick to deny her just because we don't know her. What's past is past. If you can't let go of other things, how can you do what you need to do now? Ayao... don't forget what we need to do! It's to run our studio well and manage the association, not... keep wasting our energy on other things. Even if you know Senior Jiang's identity, what difference will it make?"

"All people are born equal, and there has never been a distinction between noble and lowly. Senior Jiang's mother works as a maid, and what about us... how much better can we be?"

"Ayao, prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain, please stop."

Xue Ruyao's thoughts were all for her sake, and even with her fiery temper, she couldn't stand being lectured like this. "Song Qingran, who am I doing all this for? Jiang Hua bullied you like that, and I just couldn't stand it and wanted to help you get revenge. Is that all my fault?"

Seeing the tension between the two escalating, Xiaoyu quickly stepped in and said, "Alright, Ayao and Qingran, stop arguing. This matter... at worst, we can just ignore it. Let Jiang Hua do whatever she wants. Can we just stop fighting?"

"There are still people outside, let's go check them out first."

No sooner had I finished speaking than I heard the sound of arguing coming from outside.

"The exhibition is over, what's wrong with me taking a picture? People who don't know better would think you own this exhibition. Mind your own business."

"Du Yunyun, we've told you many times that you can bring your phone in, but you can't take pictures. We've said that before."

Seeing them rush forward to grab the phone, Du Yunyun's friend pushed them away forcefully to stop them from taking pictures.

"I spent so much money to come in and take a look, what's wrong with us taking a picture?"

"That's right, we bought your pass, and it didn't say we couldn't take pictures. Even if we did, what can you do to me?"

The crowd has mostly dispersed, and there's basically nothing left to do; all that's left is the final handover work.

Song Qingran rushed over and, seeing the scene resembling flames, quickly stepped forward to separate them. "Xiao Luo, let's talk things out. Don't fight."

"It's you again, Song Qingran. You're so arrogant now, sitting on the vice president's seat. Is it yours to sit there? You were fired from the Jiang Group, and now you think you're superior to us? Have you no shame? Who do you think you are?"

"You're just a lowly vice president. Believe it or not... I can easily remove you from this position with just a flick of my wrist?"

Xue Ruyao: "Du Yunyun, don't push your luck. Who let you in? You weren't even on this list."

Du Yunyun gave her a disdainful look, "You've got no skills of your own, but you've certainly learned to bully others. How I got in? You'll have to ask your insiders. I bought a pass for 6,800 yuan. You guys are pretty good at business. 6,800 yuan for a pass? If I call the police, you'll be in jail, Song Qingran..."

Song Qingran frowned deeply. "What?! Six thousand eight! What on earth is going on?"

"You're asking me? I should be asking you. You charged us so much money for the three of us, what's wrong with us taking these photos and enjoying them?"

“We don’t know about this money, and… we absolutely forbid internal staff from selling these passes privately. I will refund your money, but you really cannot take photos of these jewels. Please abide by the exhibition rules.”

"You say you don't know? Song Qingran... how shameless of you! Who are you trying to fool? Everyone knows that your jewelry repair studio is utterly incompetent. Not long ago, they were even taken to the police station, probably for favoritism. You only got the position of vice president of the association because you're being kept by the president of the Jiang Group. Otherwise... who would respect you? What can you even do in this studio?!"

The other person's words were aggressive, and they kept pushing and shoving Song Qingran. Unable to fight back, she nearly fell, but then her back bumped into something. Looking up in a panic, she saw a tall figure behind her…

Mr. Pei?

Instantly, the entire hall fell silent…

At the same time, another voice rang out.

Xia He: "I want to see who is acting so recklessly, disregarding the occasion."