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

"I have other classes, so I'll be going now!"

Jiang Hua didn't want to waste so much time on this trivial matter.

Just then, an assistant principal ran over from outside and whispered something in his ear.

The principal's expression changed slightly.

They called out to Jiang Hua, who was about to leave.

"Wait a moment, Jiang. I have something to tell you about the competition." The principal's tone immediately softened.

Wait until everyone has left.

Jiang Hua was taken to the principal's office. The moment she pushed open the door, she frowned...

Why is he here?

The principal's assistant poured Pei Zhan a cup of tea while he sat on the sofa.

Upon seeing the person outside the door, Pei Zhan stood up and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Principal Chu."

Chu Xiangnian walked over and smiled, shaking Pei Zhan's hand. "Mr. Pei, you flatter me. Director Jiang had instructed us to take good care of Miss Jiang at school, but I didn't expect this to happen in the end. I'm sorry Miss Jiang was wronged. If anything similar happens again, I will definitely deal with it seriously."

Chu Xiangnian had been involved in political circles and knew many top figures in the business world. How could he not know Jiang Weiguo's only daughter in the entire capital city?

However, Jiang Weiguo has always protected Jiang Hua very well. Apart from a person in a top-tier banquet circle, almost no one in the outside media knows Jiang Hua, and Jiang Hua does not like to appear in public.

The school has done a fairly good job in maintaining confidentiality.

Jiang Hua frowned slightly; she disliked this hypocritical scene.

Pei Zhan has been in the business world for many years, rising from an ordinary employee to become the jewelry president of the Jiang Group. Anyone who knows or has heard of him has to admire his business acumen.

Those who know him well will know that Pei Zhan is just a seemingly upright and modest gentleman.

"Since Miss Jiang has arrived, I will not disturb your conversation any longer. I still have patrol duties to attend to, so I will take my leave now. Please continue your conversation."

Zuo Xiangnan, who was with them, also left to wait outside.

There was nothing left for her and Pei Zhan to talk about, and a moment of silence fell between them.

When Jiang Hua faced him again, she only said one cold and distant sentence: "I apologize to you for what happened to Shen Bao'er and Song Qingran."

With just a few words, Jiang Hua turned around and looked back without any hesitation.

Pei Zhan's voice suddenly rang out, "What did you want to say to me on the phone last time?"

Last time?

Does it mean she called Pei Zhan when everything was in full bloom?

Jiang Hua replied, "Come back to Yulong Bay when you have time; your father needs to speak with you."

With a completely emotionless voice, Jiang Hua finished speaking and left the office.

Zuo Xiangnan was waiting outside the door when he heard it open.

He watched Jiang Hua's figure descend the stairs, seemingly unaffected by the incident, but he couldn't let his guard down. Those people had been hurling such vile insults; who knew if Jiang Hua was plotting something big, waiting to see how she would deal with Song Qingran at school? Something was definitely going to happen again.

Zuo Xiangnan walked into the office. "President Pei, Miss Pei has left."

Pei Zhan's deep gaze followed the direction Jiang Hua had left, his mysterious eyes revealing a deep contemplation.

Ever since that car accident, Jiang Hua seemed to have suddenly become enlightened.

First, she couldn't wait to divorce him regardless of the consequences!

No arguing, no fuss...

The Jiang family could easily eliminate Song Qingran without a sound, but she ignored it completely, never caring about her existence again.

...

In a quiet parking lot at the school.

A slender woman in a short skirt, Song Qingran, looked around to make sure no one was watching before quickly and quietly getting into the luxurious Maybach.

Song Qingran, with her long hair down, sat in the passenger seat with her head down. "Mr. Pei, thank you so much for your help with this matter."

Pei Zhan took out a tube of ointment from his pocket, unscrewed the cap with his well-defined fingers, and said in a cool voice, "Turn your face around."

Song Qingran: "I...I'm fine."

Pei Zhan grabbed her hand that was blocking his way, pinched her pointed chin with one hand, and forced her to turn her head. Looking at the clear, still-present handprint on her face, his hawk-like eyes darkened dangerously. "She did it?"

Song Qingran was uncomfortable with this man staring at her like that. She struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free from his control.

Song Qingran had no choice but to comply, "It has nothing to do with Jiang Hua. It's my fault. I didn't explain clearly at the beginning, which caused the misunderstanding."

Pei Zhan looked closely at her face. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Song Qingran had a cut on her face, and there was still blood, but the blood had dried and might leave a faint mark.

Pei Zhan's fingers gently rubbed her face, and Song Qingran felt a cool sensation that replaced the burning pain.

The man spoke in a low voice, "From now on, if anyone lays a hand on you, you'll get your revenge."

Song Qingran instinctively avoided looking into his eyes. She lowered her gaze, her long, raven-feather-like eyelashes trembling slightly. "I can't afford to offend them. This slap is enough to settle things peacefully. I'm not at a loss."

"Remember, I'm your support. If anyone bullies you, I'll help you get revenge, little by little."

Song Qingran shook her head, "No need. You've already done so much for me. I don't want to owe you anything more. I can't repay you for it."

Pei Zhan reached out and stroked her soft, long hair. "No rush, you can pay it back slowly, whenever you want."

"Someone's coming." Song Qingran was unaware that she would encounter someone on the way to school during class time.

Behind the green trees in the roadside green belt near the school, a man and a woman walked from around the corner, and their conversation could be faintly heard.

Song Qingran stood in front of the car seat like a thief caught doing something wrong, as if afraid of being seen by someone.

The car window wasn't fully closed, and a warm, pleasant sound came from outside.

"...Just an 'ordinary' teacher at the medical school? I never expected Professor Wen to be so low-key. Such a famous expert, if I hadn't seen Grandpa Guo's business card, I would have really been fooled by you! From now on... should I call you Vice Dean or Professor?"

Jiang Hua was holding the hand of a little girl who was eating ice cream, and A Yuan's eyes didn't want to leave Jiang Hua for a moment.

Wen Huaishi, in his late twenties, possessed the charm of a mature man, and his physique was impeccably proportioned. He had changed his usual white coat look and was now dressed in ordinary light-colored casual wear. He was gentle and approachable, perhaps... all doctors are like this.

At least, Jiang Hua didn't feel uncomfortable at all when she was with him.

Wen Huaishi believed that "status and reputation are nothing but external things; the most important thing is to cure diseases and save lives."

"Would you like me to drive you?"

Jiang Hua: "No need, I live very close by, it's just a short walk away."

"Then I... won't bother Professor Wen today."

"Okay." Wen Huaishi's gaze fell on the little girl being led by Jiang Hua. "A Yuan, let's go."

Ah-Yuan said in a spoiled tone, "Daddy, can I stay with the pretty lady a little longer?"

"Ah Yuan likes pretty older sisters."

Jiang Hua bent down, her gaze level with the girl's. Her long, loose hair fell down, carrying a faint scent of shampoo. She said gently, "A-Yuan, you go back with Dad today. Next time we meet, I'll give you a present, okay?"

Ah Yuan nodded happily, "Okay, pretty sister, you have to keep your word!"

Jiang Hua: "Then let's pinky swear..."