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

Chapter 308 Do you really think you can keep it?

Before boarding the plane, Jiang Hua had already taken her medication and was sitting in business class. As the plane took off, a golden beam of light rose from the horizon. The thought came to her suddenly. Jiang Hua hadn't brought anything with her. If her father found out she had gone to France without a word when he woke up and looked for her, he would probably be extremely worried.

This time, she didn't want anyone to know her whereabouts, so... she didn't wear the bracelet, including the phone that Pei Zhan had downloaded a location tracking virus plugin on. On the way here, Jiang Hua bought a new phone without changing the SIM card, so even if they could find out her flight to France, they couldn't locate her position.

In her past life, around this time, she was also recuperating abroad. After returning to China some time later, she suddenly fell ill and lost consciousness...

This time, regardless of whether she could get a second heart transplant like in her previous life and live for a few more years, she wanted to do it...

After a seven or eight-hour flight, it was already three in the afternoon when the plane landed. The hotel driver who had booked the room came to pick her up. Jiang Hua sat in the back passenger seat, looking at the gloomy weather outside. It was drizzling and the sky was foggy, making her feel depressed and listless.

As soon as she turned on her phone, she saw a number of missed calls.

There wasn't much news; her father probably thought she had gotten up and gone back to school.

Jiang Hua didn't answer or return any of Pei Zhan's dozen or so calls; she simply put the phone on silent mode.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Jiang Hua heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, she saw a blonde, blue-eyed hotel butler in a black suit and bow tie pushing a food cart outside. He spoke in broken, not-so-fluent Chinese, "Miss Jiang, this is your afternoon lunch."

Jiang Hua said in confusion, "I don't think I asked you to prepare anything."

The other party explained: "Our hotel always puts customers first. We understand your information; it takes eight hours to fly here from the international airport. We were worried that the in-flight meal we prepared might not suit your taste, so we specially prepared some other meals. Our hotel also has chefs who can cook Chinese cuisine. All the dishes are mainly light and refreshing. If you have any other requests for other cuisines, Ms. Jiang, please feel free to let us know, and we will do our best to serve you."

Jiang Hua couldn't find a single fault in his words. She was indeed a little hungry. Having gotten used to her grandfather's cooking, she didn't touch the airplane food.

Open the door wide, "Come in."

Jiang Hua booked the presidential suite, which was about the size of a 100-square-meter apartment. It had a living room, dining room, study, bedroom, and everything else you could need.

Two waiters then entered and placed all the dishes on the table, including several French-style desserts.

After all this was done, the butler said, "Miss Jiang, you can press the service bell to have dinner. Our hotel staff will ask you to clean up within three minutes."

After everyone left, Jiang Hua picked up her chopsticks and tasted the sweet and sour crispy fish, as well as several other dishes. They were all ordinary-looking dishes, but after tasting them, she felt for some reason that the taste was familiar, as if she had eaten them somewhere before.

Jiang Hua thought of someone, but then thought it was impossible. How could Pei Zhan know that he was here? He had spies around him in China, but this was France. Even if the bodyguards were watching her 24/7 when she arrived, they couldn't possibly have arrived at her hotel before her and prepared so many dishes for her.

She quickly dismissed the idea.

When we finished eating and asked the waiter to clear the table, they brought over some freshly cut fruit.

Jiang Hua looked at the rain outside, wondering when it would stop. She searched on her phone and found the location of the school Ji Liangchuan had attended, which wasn't far from this hotel.

In the hotel kitchen, everyone looked tense as they dealt with the bright red blood on the floor. Kagel quickly brought over the hotel's first-aid kit and disinfected and bandaged his wounds.

Kagel: "Young Master, from now on, you can let the hotel staff handle these trivial matters. You don't need to do it yourself."

"It's alright." Pei Zhan made a cut on his index finger, and the bleeding took a while to stop, making everyone in the hotel extremely nervous. No one knew what kind of background this Miss Jiang had that could make him personally cook and cut fruit... He didn't even frown when he made the cut.

The hotel butler came to report, "That young lady has tasted almost all of the dishes you prepared, and most of them were not finished. What do you think we should do with them?"

Pei Zhan: "Pack it up."

Everyone: "..."

Butler: "This is what Miss Jiang left over. If you would like some, our hotel can make you a new one."

Pei Zhan: "No need."

In the past, Kagel would probably have been shocked, but after spending some time in China, he had become used to it. Their young mistress would want to eat everything when she was craving something, sometimes trying more than a dozen dishes by herself, but she couldn't finish them all, so the young master would end up eating the leftovers.

The Hitchcock Castle Hotel, covering an area of ​​tens of millions of square meters, has only 5,000 rooms. It is already the world's number one luxury hotel and one of the properties under the Huo family. It cost hundreds of thousands of US dollars to build the most luxurious and entertaining hotel, and its reservations are already booked for the next three months.

Guests first, service first…

We can meet the requirements of any customer.

The surrounding hotels didn't meet Jiang Hua's requirements, so she booked this hotel on a whim. Unexpectedly, there was one last room available. At first, only one standard room was left, and she only planned to stay one night. But when she arrived at the hotel, they upgraded her to the presidential suite for free...

From the moment she landed at the airport to the moment she stepped into the hotel, she felt an inexplicable strangeness.

When Jiang Hua opened the heavy, floor-length curtains of her room, she could see a detached villa across the street, a castle-like residence dozens of stories high. Even from a distance, she could clearly see its entirety, with a wall enclosing it, suggesting it was a private property not open to the public.

Jiang Hua happened to see a hotel brochure on the bedside table. With nothing else to do, she casually flipped to a page. It featured the castle manor suite hotel across the street, which cost 700,000 yuan a night. But that wasn't all. This suite usually only accommodated guests with a net worth of 10 billion yuan. To check in, one had to verify their financial status and also become a special member. Only by spending a certain amount could one qualify for membership and enjoy such privileges.

She flipped through page after page, but didn't find anything particularly appealing, so she simply tossed it aside.

To avoid attracting her attention, Pei Zhan lived in a detached castle villa not far away across the street, which was also seven stories high.

Kagel: "Young Master, instead of spying on Young Madam's every move, why not find a suitable opportunity to get close to her? At least then you'll be able to speak to her."

Pei Zhan was wearing a black striped bathrobe with the collar slightly open, revealing his strong chest and exuding masculine hormones. His short hair, still damp from his shower, was on his head. He left the binoculars and sat on the balcony with his legs crossed, drinking tea, his gaze occasionally falling on a certain floor of the building across the street.

"Her purpose in coming here is Ji Liangchuan. If we don't let her give up, she'll do this again and again, even if it happens once."

"She kept her trip abroad a secret from Jiang Weiguo, changed her phone and lost her location, simply because she didn't want anyone to find her."

"If I suddenly appear, she will become suspicious."

"Order everyone to be on standby 24 hours a day."

Kagel: "Yes."

Jiang Hua lay in bed, unable to fall asleep in the unfamiliar environment. Seeing that the rain outside had lessened, she took her notebook and asked the hotel for an umbrella.

The lobby manager, speaking broken Chinese, said, “It’s raining outside right now and it won’t stop anytime soon. Where would Miss Jiang like to go? I can arrange for an attendant to accompany her. They are familiar with all the routes and can guide her anytime.”

Jiang Hua found their Chinese awkward, so she simply spoke to them in French: "No need, I can wander around by myself."

Lobby Manager (in French): "Have a pleasant time."

After leaving with her umbrella, Jiang Hua looked at the route map she had prepared earlier and arrived at a square. In the middle of the fountain was a white Vienna statue. In the middle of a wooden chair sat a plump old lady in her eighties, holding a cat in her arms. She was sitting on the chair with an umbrella, and white doves landed beside her.

This person... is the old lady William mentioned in Ji Liangchuan's letter. She comes here every day to sit for a while, feed the pigeons, and there are stray cats she feeds around.

Jiang Hua tentatively stepped forward and saw that Ji Liangchuan was asleep with his eyes closed and head drooping, so she didn't disturb him. She walked very slowly, retracing the steps Ji Liangchuan had taken. Jiang Hua felt a strange sense of realization. It was a wonderful feeling, as if she could see his figure, where he had once stood, in the misty, unreal world in front of her.

Have he lived alone all these years?

If it weren't for the photos her father gave her, Jiang Hua... would have almost forgotten what he looked like.

Jiang Hua stared at a spot, lost in thought for a very long time, seemingly pondering something...

As she drifted off into thought, her gaze tinged with a faint sadness, she failed to notice that in the passenger seat of a black luxury car parked not far away, through the half-lowered window, a deep and sharp gaze fell upon a slender figure. Pei Zhan had never seen her like this before; her eyes, filled with loss and confusion, were fixed on the distance, as if she were waiting for someone to appear.

Looked for a long time.

Pei Zhan felt a restlessness and unease in his heart!

Is a mere imposter worth all this trouble?

If Ji Liangchuan hadn't impersonated her back then, Pei Zhan wouldn't have ended up like this with her, and none of what happened before would have happened.

Over the years, he had countless opportunities to explain to Jiang Hua that the person who had been by her side day and night back then was never him!

But because he was so attached to everything in the Jiang family, he ended up with her by some twist of fate.

Ji Liangchuan, he... deserves to die!

Kagel noticed something was wrong with the person in the back seat. "Young Master, the young mistress has left."

"Follow them." The tone was icy.

Jiang Hua finally arrived at a corner café called Les moments heureux (Beautiful Time). The café was small, surrounded by roses and pebbled walls, with a French romantic style. A sign on the door said it was open. Jiang Hua put her umbrella outside the door, pushed the door open, and went in. The sound of rain was shut out, and quiet, lyrical French piano music played as she entered.

There were small photos pasted on the wall, until she saw a photo of Ji Liangchuan in a frame hanging on the wall. Next to him stood an old man with a white beard and wearing a black apron. Ji Liangchuan had thought to himself that he was the manager of this coffee shop.

Good afternoon, welcome.

Jiang Hua looked at the person who came out of the kitchen. When the person saw that her attention was on the photo, he smiled and explained, "The person in the photo is my grandfather. He passed away two years ago. If you want to find Liang, I'm sorry... I haven't seen him in a long time either."

Jiang Hua: "Are there... many people coming to see him?"

Lillian: "Of course, most of the girls who come here are beautiful. He's very famous, and he taught me Chinese."

"Ah, you look familiar..." She seemed to remember something, and then she quickly ran upstairs. Five minutes later, she came back downstairs carrying a whole picture book. "Are you the person in the picture?"

"Are you named Jiang Hua?"

"Liang, I used to work here and often painted your paintings by myself. After all these years... I've finally met you."

"Liang said that if you came here, I should give this to you. I've kept it for a long time and I almost thought you would never come back."

Jiang Hua's heart was filled with surging emotions. Her hands trembled as she took the photo album and turned the pages one by one. They were all pictures of her from childhood to adulthood, including... her future... all depicted in his writing.

"How has he been all these years?"

Lillian smiled and said, "He misses someone every day, and I think that person is you."

"You're just like he said, you really are beautiful..."

Jiang Hua's heart felt like it was being violently gripped, so suffocating that she could hardly breathe.

You... clearly miss me...

Why don't you come back to me?

Pei Zhan waited until 9:30 p.m., then closed his eyes to rest, trying his best to suppress his violent emotions and retain the last bit of patience.

Kagel: "The young mistress didn't bring anything with her when she came. Most of the files Mr. Jiang Weiguo gave her were letters to her, and this coffee shop was also a place where Ji Liangchuan worked. I think... the young mistress was trying to find him in this way."

"I don't want to see this happen again. You know what to do!" His tone was icy cold, devoid of any warmth. The six hours he had waited here were Pei Zhan's final limit.

"Of course, similar situations will not occur where the young mistress is going next."

"We will also try to get other information from Ji Liangchuan to get his cooperation in the next steps."

"...The young mistress is out!"

Pei Zhan opened his eyes and looked out the car window. In the dim light, he saw Jiang Hua with red eyes, looking lost and disoriented, walking out while holding a sketchbook...

I went to great lengths to leave these behind…

Do you really think you can keep them?