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

Jiang Hua didn't know where their hostility came from. She was taller than them by half a head. She said in a cold tone, "I'm not good at arguing. If you think the forum matter is not over, you can ask the school leaders for an explanation. I'm always willing to cooperate. But you'd better watch your mouth when you're out and about. I don't have a very good temper."

Xue Ruyao was a student admitted through special admissions for her athletic talent and was also specially assigned to Song Qingran's dormitory by the Department of Physical Education.

She has always been straightforward and short-tempered, and can't keep things to herself. "You still think you're right? You were the one who bullied Qingran first. If it weren't for Shen Bao'er standing up for you, someone like you wouldn't deserve to stay in school."

"You're just relying on your good looks and the powerful figures behind you. Let me tell you, we're not afraid of any of that. If things really get out of hand, I'll see who's more shameful, you or us."

"Just thinking about it, it's obvious you're being kept by someone to get by in school..."

The atmosphere remained tense, and there were quite a few people around who wanted to come over. Song Qingran didn't want to make a big fuss about this.

She could only step forward and pull Xue Ruyao away, telling her to stop talking.

'Snapped'

Jiang Hua slapped Xue Ruyao across the face.

Xue Ruyao, "You dare hit me?"

Song Qingran quickly stopped her; her temper was like a powder keg.

If a fight really breaks out, Jiang Hua will be the one who suffers.

Xue Ruyao: "Qingran, don't stop me today. I'm going to teach her a lesson today, scratch her face, and see how she'll seduce men in the future."

Jiang Hua spent a week in the hospital and finally felt somewhat alive. Now, seeing Song Qingran and the others, Jiang Hua felt as if they were haunting her.

"Before you dare to lay a hand on me, think twice about your identity and what price you will pay. With my abilities, I can get Imperial University to expel you."

"Think about the results you've achieved after eighteen years of hard work, and don't ruin your future life because of these actions."

Xue Ruyao: "You're so amazing, you must have been behind Qingran's withdrawal from the competition?"

"Do you even know how important this jewelry design competition is to Qingran! Now... you're the one who's ruined Qingran!"

Jiang Hua frowned. What design competition?

Design competition… Jiang Hua remembered.

She had long since given up on participating in this competition.

Jiang Hua knew absolutely nothing about Song Qingran's situation. She frowned impatiently and looked at Song Qingran, who looked aggrieved. She took a step forward, and her extremely imposing aura made Song Qingran take a step back in fear. "Isn't your Mr. Pei very powerful? I think he can easily find out the truth about the withdrawal from the competition with a simple investigation."

"If you want to smear me with dirty water, I don't mind. I'll prove my innocence in other ways, understand?"

Song Qingran looked at her timidly, "I'm sorry! This was my friend's fault..."

I apologize to you!

Seeing her constantly bowing and apologizing, and how pitiful she looked when she was wronged, Jiang Hua was afraid that she might go too far and whisper something in Pei Zhan's ear to get revenge on her.

"I'm sorry, Senior Jiang Hua! It's all my fault!"

Jiang Hua didn't bother with anything else and simply left.

The huge, manor-like seaside villa was lit up from top to bottom.

The maid, fighting off her sleepiness, said, "Sir, Miss Song came home from school tonight and I don't know what happened. She locked herself in her room as soon as she got home and refused to eat or drink. None of us could persuade her to eat or drink."

"Just now, I got up in the middle of the night and passed by Miss Song's room. I heard crying coming from inside. I knocked on the door several times, but Miss Song didn't respond. That's why I called you out of concern and asked you to come back and check on Miss Song. I was afraid something might have happened to her."

Pei Zhan strode wearily to his room on the third floor.

The maid quickly took out the spare key.

As soon as the man opened the door and stepped into the dark room, the servants tactfully left.

Leave a separate space.

In the pitch-black room, Pei Zhan walked with practiced ease to Song Qingran's bedside and turned on a bedside lamp.

On the bed, Song Qingran slept soundly, her pure face stained with tears, as if she had been crying not long ago.

Pei Zhan's gaze shifted, and he saw on the ground, one design draft after another, which had been drawn and then torn up.

At this moment, they were all scattered on the ground. Pei Zhan moved his leather shoes aside and picked up all the white papers on the ground.

The words on the torn pages were pieced together.

This is the registration form for the competition.

Pei Zhan frowned, his deep eyes narrowing...

The light in a study on the third floor, amidst a profusion of flowers, stayed on all night.

Song Qingran woke up feeling dizzy and disoriented. After washing up and getting dressed, she prepared to go downstairs for breakfast before heading to school.

As she left the room, the maid quietly emerged from the study next door.

“Miss Song, the gentleman has been busy in the study all night because of you, and he is currently asleep with his head on the table. Please go and get him a blanket to cover him up.”

Song Qingran had no idea when Pei Zhan returned last night.

She hated this man so much that she would never bring him a blanket.

Half a minute later, Song Qingran still contradicted herself.

Song Qingran rarely entered this study because Pei Zhan had not placed any restrictions on her.

He seemed to be fast asleep. Pei Zhan was leaning back in the recliner. When she approached, Song Qingran was surprised to find that all her design drafts had been perfectly reproduced on another piece of paper. In fact, the man had added a few details that needed to be modified to her original design.

Song Qingran curiously leaned closer to get a better look; she was very passionate about this industry.

Later, she dreamed of becoming an excellent jewelry designer so that all lovers in the world could wear the wedding rings she designed.

Song Qingran tried to take another half step closer, but the next second, she tripped over something and her body suddenly leaned backward, so... she unfortunately fell on Pei Zhan.

Song Qingran happened to be sitting on Pei Zhan's lap.

At that moment, Pei Zhan also opened his eyes, his bloodshot eyes revealing a menacing power.

Those eyes startled her, and she quickly stood up. She apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Pei, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to bring you a blanket."

She threw the blanket in her hand directly into Pei Zhan's arms, and then... fled in panic.

Song Qingran ran downstairs in one breath, grabbed two steamed buns for breakfast, and prepared to get in the car to go to school.

"Sit down and have breakfast first, there's still time." Pei Zhan came downstairs.

Song Qingran's heart was pounding, and she felt very uncomfortable.

She stammered, "No need, Mr. Pei. I have a very important class today and need to go back to school. I can't be late."

"I am very grateful to Mr. Pei for helping me repair the drawing last night. You worked hard all night. I can go to school by myself today."

"No need to trouble you."

Pei Zhan: "Do you really want to participate in the competition?"

Song Qingran answered almost without hesitation, "Of course, I've been preparing for this competition for a long time, and I'm confident I can win the prize money and earn academic credits. That way, I can help my brother..." She hesitated for a moment before swallowing the last two words, knowing this man didn't like mentioning his brother in front of her. So she changed her words, saying, "I want to ease the burden on my family, graduate early, and get my diploma so I can join Jiang's Jewelry Group and fulfill my dream."

Pei Zhan's deep eyes, lowered in a somber mood, seemed lost in thought. After a long silence...

Song Qingran stood humbly in front of Pei Zhan and said softly, "Mr. Pei, I have never asked you for anything before, but this time I beg you, could you help me? I really need this qualification to participate in the competition."

Pei Zhan: "I will give you an answer tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr. Pei! I will definitely not let you down." Song Qingran shook off her previous sadness and bowed deeply to Pei Zhan at a ninety-degree angle.

Then she suddenly realized that this man wasn't as bad or difficult to get along with as she had imagined...