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

Facing the azure Mediterranean Sea, sunlight streams through the palm leaves year-round. Colorful houses are nestled against the hillside along the old town's cobblestone streets.

A ceremony was held on the street, with giant floats rolling down the road and 100,000 gladioli and roses blooming in the street. In the orange-pink morning glow, women in the houses pushed open their colorful shutters one after another, revealing geraniums in full bloom and lavender sachets drying on their balconies.

Jiang Hua had just changed her clothes a few hours earlier when she left the shopping mall in Paris and arrived in Nice. Since she was deliberately avoiding him while running away, she naturally didn't pay any money; the bodyguards would pay for her actions.

The hotel was located in a bustling downtown area. Jiang Hua returned after strolling around the area and walked along the connecting corridor between the rooms…

The phone in my bag never stops ringing, even after I've blocked a number.

But one phone number after another kept calling.

When the thirtieth call came in, Jiang Hua finally answered, unable to contain herself any longer, "Pei Zhan! Do you want to die?!"

"Young Madam, the phone..."

Young mistress?

Kagel's voice trailed off with this ambiguous address. Jiang Hua felt that it was reasonable for Pei Zhan, as his employer, to address her that way, so she didn't take it to heart. With Pei Zhan's current net worth, he was already one of the top figures in the business world of the entire capital city.

His net worth has long exceeded the company's value, and he has gone from being an inconspicuous figure at every banquet to now being a distinguished guest in everyone's eyes.

Who knows what might happen in the future? Maybe a Pei family from the capital will suddenly appear out of nowhere, wanting to break away from the Jiang family and establish its own independent entity. It's not that he doesn't have the ability to do so.

Pei Zhan's current rise to prominence is not due to the Jiang family, but rather because the Jiang family is under Pei Zhan's control.

Behind the scenes, Jiang Hua knew that not only foreign listed companies and groups, but also domestic ones, were all extending olive branches to Pei Zhan. She also learned through her father that an American financial company was offering Pei Zhan an annual salary of 300 million US dollars...

The Jiang family gave him a choice, but he stubbornly insisted on staying, refusing to endure the hardship.

He was a hot commodity in everyone's eyes, but in Jiang Hua's eyes, no matter how well he did, he was still that scoundrel, fickle, and a 'country bumpkin' who never spoke the truth.

The rooftop garden at the top of the 99th floor of the Nice hotel, a skyscraper that pierces the clouds, with a military helicopter hovering overhead. It only took a little over an hour to reach Jiang Hua's location, and a huge gust of wind blew the plants on the ground.

The moment Pei Zhan stepped off the helicopter, all the highest-ranking managers of the entire hotel on the rooftop were already waiting for his arrival with the highest and most distinguished etiquette. Behind him, bodyguards carried suitcases filled with clothes and jewelry that Jiang Hua had selected from shopping malls, as well as all the daily necessities from the hotel. Everything that was previously lacking had been brought by him.

There were more than twenty suitcases.

Each of the dozen or so bodyguards carried two, which were not light in weight.

Pei Zhan gestured for them to be quiet. None of them dared to speak. They walked past the crowd and followed the man in an orderly fashion. The phone rang, and a burst of angry curses came from the other end.

Apart from Kagel, no one could understand what that sentence meant.

"You slept with me and then ran away. Is Mrs. Pei dissatisfied with my service last night? Or... are you angry because I didn't satisfy you?"

"I am worried about you."

Worry?

She was in a car accident before and almost died in the hospital, but I never saw him show any concern.

"I don't need your worries, don't worry... If I die, according to the contract we signed, you can find another one, no one will stop you."

"Huahua!"

Jiang Hua hung up the phone immediately.

At the Hualun Six-Star Hotel, above the ceiling, Pei Zhan stood in front of the elevator door. Kagel stretched out his hand to block the elevator door from closing. The man's brows were furrowed; he didn't know what he had said that had angered her again.

Kagel placed his hands in front of him: "Young Master, you haven't eaten all morning. Why don't you go to the restaurant and get something to eat first? Young Madam probably doesn't like having someone controlling her freedom, and you've made so many phone calls to her. Perhaps... you could contact her later and give her some space."

Could it really be him who pushed too hard?

Pei Zhan really wanted to know what she was thinking!

He said he wouldn't stop him from coming to find Ji Liangchuan.

Ultimately, Huahua still didn't believe him.

I'm afraid he'll hurt him...

Huo Tingshan not only booked the entire floor of the building, but also all the entertainment facilities in the entire Hualun, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving any of them, including... his dining area, his own place, all of which needed to be kept absolutely quiet.

The hotel restaurant, resembling a golden palace, was staffed by a dozen waiters, while chefs prepared dishes in the shortest possible time, using only the finest ingredients.

Huo Tingshan, in his fifties, was wearing a white bathrobe. Sitting next to him was a sexy and hot model who looked to be in her early twenties. Cassandra was an internationally popular and hottest supermodel with a perfect figure. She was Russian, with long, straight black hair, thick, thin eyebrows, and deep eyes. The woman sat obediently beside him, cutting the steak in her hand for him.

This scene was witnessed by the approaching person, and instantly... two incompatible auras spread around them.

Pei Zhan looked at her as if she were an insignificant stranger.

Kagel: "Hello, my master."

Huo Tingshan: "You've worked hard these past few days, Kagel!"

With the utmost loyalty, Kagel placed his right hand on his left chest, over his heart, and softly uttered four words: "Forever at your service."

Huo Tingshan spoke something to the woman beside him in fluent Russian, and then the woman kissed Huo Tingshan on the cheek. Afterwards, she stood up, her bold gaze sweeping over Pei Zhan with flirtatious flirtation, and brushed past him.

Huo Tingshan: "Sit down."

A waitress dressed in a black maid outfit placed gold cutlery on another empty seat.

Pei Zhan: "You shouldn't be here at this time."

Huo Tingshan put down his fork, and the waiter standing behind him handed him a napkin. The middle-aged man took it and wiped his mouth. "In what capacity are you speaking to me now?"

The two men were equally imposing. One exuded a lion-like aura, slowly emanating from him. A single glance from him was enough to intimidate anyone. Pei Zhan, on the other hand, was like a black hole, making no attempt to conceal his presence as he gradually devoured the area Pei Zhan occupied, eventually making it his domain.

Few people dare to look directly at her like that, able to withstand any of Huo Tingshan's glances.

"What gives you the right to say that to me? If you were my son, Huo Tingshan, I might let it go, but don't let it happen again."

"If I still use my current identity..."

“You are not qualified to appear before me. Now… is my mealtime.”

Pei Zhan: No wonder, back then Jiang Qingcheng preferred to elope and disregard the Jiang family rather than become the mistress of the Huo family.

As the ruler of this territory, Huo Tingshan had absolute control, and every word he spoke carried the tone of a superior.

Pei Zhan: "In your opinion, what status should I use to speak to you?"

“Of course we are father and son. You are the successor I personally chose, and only you are qualified to speak to me in such a tone. I will not mind your rudeness.”

The waiter placed the seared steak on the empty seat that hadn't been served yet. "Young master, please enjoy your meal." (in French)

Huo Tingshan saw the person in front of him who was always on guard against him as an ungrateful wolf. Even if he handed over all of the Huo family's assets, he still couldn't get rid of him.

"She is your wife, and also Qingcheng's daughter. I will not hurt her. If possible... I hope you can persuade her to leave the Jiang family. In the future... I will allow her to have half of the Huo family's assets." Perhaps it was because he loved her so much that he felt uncomfortable seeing the offspring of his former beloved woman with another man. However... this was, after all, her only bloodline. Letting her into the Huo family was to make up for the regret of the past.

In remembrance of her, he built this place alone, a property named after her.

He even bought her an island, filled with her favorite black tulips. The edges of the flowers were painted as if in gold. Each flower was carefully cultivated by hand and was very expensive. Not long ago, a single flower was auctioned for more than a million dollars. Not to mention... how much financial, human and material resources were needed to build that island.

As a private island, it is surrounded by excellent defenses, and no one is allowed to approach except him.

"Isn't it ridiculous to be unable to forget someone from the past while simultaneously hurting those around you?"

Huo Tingshan wasn't angry at his words: "I have many women around me, but... she is the most special. Even without your mother, I would have given birth to an even more perfect heir with her." Xia He seemed so insignificant during the decades he spent by his side.

However, at that moment, Kagel received a message from the hotel's informant and stepped forward to interrupt them. The atmosphere between the two was tense and fraught with tension.

"Master, the young master and young mistress are about to come downstairs for dinner."

"Should we...excuse us?"

Jiang Hua took the elevator downstairs. She had been in and out of this building several times, but she hadn't seen many guests in the lobby. This strange atmosphere made her feel uneasy.

The hotel butler personally greeted Jiang Hua as she descended the stairs. Stepping out of the elevator, Jiang Hua looked at the empty restaurant and couldn't help but ask, "Is it closed? Why is there so little customer traffic?"

The hotel butler explained, "It's not mealtime yet. Our restaurant is open to guests at any time of day. At this time, many guests are in the hotel's entertainment area. If Ms. Jiang is interested, she can go and have some fun. All facilities are free of charge."

As she turned the corner in the corridor and took a step, she saw a tall bodyguard standing guard to her side. Facing her was a piercing gaze from a middle-aged man. Upon seeing him… Jiang Hua felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Until the bodyguard came over and said in broken Chinese, "Miss Jiang, our master invites you."

Know her? Jiang Hua considered countless possibilities in her mind, and finally identified one person. This was in France, and besides the Huo family, no one else had the power to book half a hotel.

"Sorry, I suddenly lost my appetite." Jiang Hua turned to leave, but her bodyguard blocked her way.

"Miss Jiang, you'd better not disobey your master's wishes."

No wonder she'd been feeling uneasy.

She had absolutely no good feelings towards the Huo family, including... Huo Tingshan.

With no other option, Jiang Hua stepped forward. The waiter had already pulled out a chair, and a sliced ​​steak was placed where she sat down.

However, what Jiang Hua didn't know was that there were two other people sitting next to her, separated by a screen.

"No need for introductions, I think you should recognize me!" Huo Tingshan said, looking at the familiar face. "You and your mother looked very much alike when you were young."

Jiang Hua glanced at the food the waiter brought out. Each dish was exquisitely prepared and beautifully presented. However, having grown up with her father and being accustomed to Chinese food, she didn't like these Western dishes. Moreover... the person she was facing was him, which made Jiang Hua even more eager to eat.

“But my maternal grandfather said… I look more like my father when he was young than my mother.”

After saying this, Jiang Hua looked at the middle-aged man in front of her, a hint of displeasure appearing between her brows.

Pei Zhan, hidden in the shadows, calmly sipped his tea, a smile playing on his lips.

Kagel: The young mistress is indeed fearless.

To everyone's surprise, Huo Tingshan simply frowned, then suddenly burst into laughter.

"Your personality is also very similar to hers."

"When we first met, she was just like you, not afraid of me."

Jiang Hua: "Why should I be afraid of you? Just because you hold a high position of power? Or... because you are incredibly wealthy, should I be afraid of you?"

The familiar, sharp tone evoked Huo Tingshan's memories of Jiang Qingcheng.

Thirty years ago.

Outside the banquet hall, Jiang Qingcheng was tricked by Jiang Huai into attending the banquet, which was actually to introduce her to the Huo family for a marriage alliance. After finding out, she was about to run away when she bumped into him at the door, spilling her wine glass on his expensive suit.

Jiang Qingcheng knew him back then, even though he deliberately concealed his identity.

When we meet again…

Huo Tingshan: "Knowing I'm a member of the Huo family, you bumped into me, aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Qingcheng: "You're crazy. Don't touch me, it's disgusting!"

Jiang Qingcheng avoided him like the plague, feeling disgusted as if the air was polluted by him when she was around him. She couldn't wait to leave, but she never expected that one glance would last a lifetime, and he would remember her to this day.

A man with absolute power recounts events from the past.

Jiang Hua, without any hesitation, bluntly stated, "What you consider a beautiful feeling is, in reality, nothing more than lust at first sight for my mother..."

"I can tell you clearly and definitively that my mother..."

"I've never had a single feeling for you..."