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

Song Qingran: "Good news? What good news? If it's about that man, I don't want to hear it."

Aunt Chen: "This is incredibly good news for you, Miss Song. I just came out of the master's room, and do you know what I saw?"

Song Qingran frowned. "Whatever it is, I don't want to hear it."

“Miss Song, you must listen. I just saw a divorce agreement on your husband’s bedside table. It looks like he’s planning to divorce her. This way… you’ll have a chance. When you’re successful, don’t forget about me.” Chen Huifang said this as if it were a joke.

But unbeknownst to them, Song Qingran's face turned inexplicably pale.

"He... wants a divorce! No... that's impossible, I need to find him and get to the bottom of this." Hearing that the man wanted a divorce, Song Qingran felt no joy at all. If he really divorced his wife because of this, then her act of breaking up someone else's family would be confirmed.

She, Chen, could not bear such consequences.

Chen Huifang was startled and quickly pulled her back, saying with a pained expression, "No! Miss Song! If you go to the master now, won't that be harming me? The master definitely doesn't want to tell you about this. If the master finds out that I told you, he will definitely fire me."

Song Qingran was caught in a dilemma; she felt she couldn't care less about anything else right now.

"I won't tell anyone." Song Qingran took the completed design drawings and left the room to find him.

Pei Zhan stood on the floor-to-ceiling window of the study, gazing at the sea view in the distance and listening to the sound of the waves.

As Jiang Hua hung up the three calls, Pei Zhan finally answered the phone.

Jiang Hua's voice was still a little hoarse, "Dad needs to talk to you, why didn't you answer his call?"

"Pei Zhan, what we agreed on before... are you going to back out now?"

"Where are you now? I'll come find you." Jiang Hua, wearing a thin knitted dress, coughed a few times while covering her mouth.

However, the next second, instead of hearing Pei Zhan's voice, she heard... another familiar and clear girl's voice from the phone.

"Mr. Pei, are you awake?"

Jiang Hua recognized the voice; it was Song Qingran's.

At this moment... is Pei Zhan amidst a profusion of flowers?

Or did Pei Zhan spend the entire night there with Song Qingran?

Pei Zhan turned slightly to look at the person outside the door, his hand still in the position of answering the phone.

That clear voice simply replied to the person on the phone, "I have other things to do, let's talk later."

As the last word faded, Pei Zhan raised his hand and hung up the phone.

Jiang Hua could only hear the cold voice, and she smashed her phone aside with all her might, yelling, "Pei Zhan, I was just being a jerk to call you."

Pei Zhan turned around, walked to his desk, sat down, and put down his phone. "What do you need me for?"

Song Qingran, carrying two items, stepped forward, barely managing to catch her breath. "Mr. Pei, I originally came here hoping you could give me your feedback on my design. But when I arrived, I found this divorce agreement on the bedside table. Could you explain this to me?"

“Mr. Pei, is it because of me that you chose to get a divorce, or is there a misunderstanding between you and her? If so, I can explain to her that there is nothing between us.”

"We never have..."

Pei Zhan's cold voice abruptly interrupted her, "Never anything?"

Song Qingran fell silent.

"Bring the things over!" The tone was icy.

Song Qingran stood still.

"Don't you understand? I told you to bring the things over!" Pei Zhan's cold, reprimanding voice startled Song Qingran. Like a frightened fawn, her large, round eyes trembled as she looked at the man in front of her.

After seeing that the man was truly angry, Song Qingran sheepishly returned the divorce agreement.

Song Qingran had witnessed this man's ruthless methods; she had seen them firsthand, and it was precisely because of this that Song Qingran was afraid of him.

Even so, Pei Zhan had never been so fierce to her as he was today.

Pei Zhan said, "Don't touch my things anymore."

"The divorce has absolutely nothing to do with you."

Song Qingran's hands clenched tightly, her fingernails digging fiercely into her palms. His fierce and cold expression frightened her. Tears welled in the girl's eyes, threatening to fall, making her look incredibly pitiful. "Mr. Pei, no one will allow a third party to interfere in a marriage. And I... don't want to be someone who destroys another's marriage..."

She couldn't bring herself to say the word "third party."

"Does Mr. Pei really have no feelings for her at all? You've been married for so many years..." Song Qingran took a deep breath and mustered her courage to say to him, "Even if you divorce her, I will never like you."

If it really is her, then they should get a divorce.

Song Qingran... would become a sinner, and wouldn't even know how to atone for her sins.

But none of this was what she wanted.

She has someone she likes.

She doesn't like Pei Zhan at all.

She was forced to stay by his side.

Pei Zhan calmly put the divorce agreement into the drawer. "Isn't it better for me to divorce her?"

"I'll take responsibility for any problems that arise. No one will know you exist, and no one will bother you..."

Song Qingran looked at him helplessly, "I don't understand, Pei Zhan! Why me of all people! There are so many women out there. You come from a good family. If you wanted, you could have had many women in the same relationship with you."

Why are you forcing me to stay here?

Pei Zhan lifted his eyelids, looking at her with a dim gaze, and simply uttered a sentence, "You are very beautiful."

Song Qingran, "Just...just because of...this?"

"Isn't that enough?" Pei Zhan, wearing a dark vest over his austere black shirt, stood up with a tall and dignified posture. He walked up to Song Qingran, cupped her face in his hands, and said, "You're young and good-looking. That's your asset."

Song Qingran almost fell into his deep, swirling gaze. She forcefully slapped his hand away and hurriedly widened the distance between them.

"Mr. Pei, you said you wouldn't force me!"

Pei Zhan lowered his hand with a wicked smile, then changed the subject, "Didn't you have a problem to ask me?"

"That's all." Song Qingran's heart skipped a beat in fear, and she fled in a panic.

The moment Song Qingran left, Pei Zhan's expression changed instantly. He picked up his phone from the desk next to him, but there were no messages.

...

After that phone call, Jiang Hua never contacted Pei Zhan again.

This time, Pei Zhan refused to cooperate and hung up on her.

Jiang Hua had no idea what else Pei Zhan was capable of doing.

Perhaps, next time, I'll take Song Qingran to the Jiang family without any scruples.

This is the only thing we can do now!