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

Zuo Xiangnan repeated those words, which Pei Zhan considered to be a case of outwardly complying while inwardly opposing.

"They think my current situation isn't chaotic enough already!"

Zuo Xiangnan was unaware of the seriousness of the situation. "I'm sorry, President. It was my mistake. I didn't convey your meaning to Miss Song accurately. To avoid causing any unnecessary misunderstandings for Miss Song, I will convey your original meaning to her in detail."

Just then, she heard the study door open and Pei Zhan hang up the phone. Jiang Hua saw his actions and thought he seemed guilty, which was why he hung up the phone before she came in.

This is often when Jiang Hua is most sensitive and prone to overthinking.

"You hung up the phone as soon as I came in. Is there something you're hiding that you don't want me to know?" Jiang Hua's tone sounded displeased. "In that case, I won't bother you anymore."

"You keep busy."

Jiang Hua turned and left the study.

The position of heir is indeed not easy to hold. No matter how many things are piling up right now, Pei Zhan can only put her matter aside for the time being. He went out and found Jiang Hua already sitting on the balcony outside, reading a book in the sun.

When Pei Zhan picked her up and placed her on his lap, Jiang Hua ignored him.

Pei Zhan, "What are you looking at?"

This rattan and bamboo hanging chair is just the right weight to support two adults. The chair sways slightly, but Pei Zhan's long legs are firmly planted on the ground, yet he feels inexplicably stable.

"Mind your own business." Jiang Hua tried to stand up, but Pei Zhan's arm was just long enough to hold her down, making it impossible for her to move. "Don't forget the pain as soon as the wound heals, are you getting all excited again?"

Pei Zhan looked at the book in her hand, "Rebirth in Death" by a German romance novelist. Only a little over 300 copies were published that year, and only 50 of them were printed on exquisite sheepskin, hand-printed, and stamped with the author's autograph in gold. Now, they are being sold for as much as 500,000 US dollars a copy.

"The ending of this book is not good, and reading it will affect your mood."

Jiang Hua impatiently closed the book. "I don't know if the ending of this book is good or bad, but can you please stop bothering me right now!"

"Go do your own thing, okay?"

"I am secondary. You take care of the company's affairs. I don't need you to worry about me."

Pei Zhan explained to her, "The phone call just now was when I was reviewing the financial statements and saw an extra expense. I only found out after asking around that Zuo Xiangnan had used the company's name to send Song Qingran a year's worth of educational funds without my permission. It wasn't my intention." He handed the phone from his suit pocket to Jiang Hua, saying, "All my calls, automatically backed up with recordings."

"Mrs. Pei, you can see for yourself if you don't believe me."

Jiang Hua: "I'm not interested in other people's privacy."

"Give me back my book!"

Pei Zhan: "I'll translate it for you."

Jiang Hua stopped writing and said coldly, "You? You can even speak German?"

"Do you really think you're invincible?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Pei Zhan pulled her down to lie down, turned to the page she had just been reading, and his deep voice, with perfect German pronunciation, flowed slowly from his lips…

I love you deeply. Even if the end of the world comes and the smoke of war buries us, let it be as if we are buried together in the afterlife. In the deep darkness of the underground, we will sleep forever. I wish to become a sinful soul, guarding your withered body, kissing your forehead, your eyebrows, and your cheeks every night...

Even when I decay and decay, I will stay with you forever.

This scene is actually the male protagonist writing a letter to the female protagonist, and it's also the most classic scene in the story. Behind him is a hail of bullets dropped by warplanes, and he chooses to write this love letter to his wife before facing death...

When his wife received letters from her husband's comrades, including this one, which was her favorite, she was heartbroken. She couldn't believe he was gone. She rushed to the battlefield, only to find the city razed to the ground and filled with the smoke of war. Yet, the heroine waited for him to return amidst these ruins...

Year after year, until sixty-four years have passed.

She was old and gray-haired, until she saw the man in the newspaper who looked so much like her husband in the rebuilt city she was guarding. With her last breath, she saw him in the distance. Beside him was another wife who had stayed with him until old age, and behind him were children and grandchildren.

The final female protagonist, heartbroken, left but never returned alive to the place where they were supposed to be buried together…

On a snowy winter street, a body lay silently, unnoticed by anyone. Even after her death, the female protagonist was still clutching those precious letters in her hands.

This second half is the ending that Jiang Hua hasn't finished reading yet.

When he finished reciting the poem, Jiang Hua listened very attentively. However, as his voice gradually softened, she frowned, wanting to urge him to finish, but then she realized that Pei Zhan had fallen asleep while holding her.

That's so boring...

She tried to get up, but as soon as she moved, the hand tightened its grip.

Jiang Hua simply lay down, leaning against him, holding the book in her hand, and continued reading the passage he hadn't finished reading.

As the sun set, Jiang Hua finally finished reading, slamming the book shut with a loud 'bang,' yelling, "You damned thing!"

"Wake up!" Jiang Hua turned around and slapped Pei Zhan across the face, not too hard, not too soft.

Feeling the pain on his face and seeing the familiar angry look in her eyes, Pei Zhan took a deep breath, lazily resting his arm on his eyes, without uttering a word.

Seeing his silent demeanor, Jiang Hua only grew angrier. She threw down the book in her hand, moved it to a corner, and decided to avoid seeing it altogether.

She didn't even spare Pei Zhan's phone, which was on the round table beside him, kicking the table away with it. "I told you, no man is any good."

"Bastard!"

All Pei Zhan heard in the end was Jiang Hua slamming the door shut and leaving, unwilling to share a room with her.

Jiang Weiguo, who was downstairs, heard the commotion coming from upstairs.

Aunt Xu looked towards the stairs with concern. "Sir, did Miss quarrel with Young Master Pei again?"

"It's alright, it's normal for young couples to have little arguments."

When Jiang Weiguo faced Jiang Qingcheng, he went through the same thing. That's why they say the two are cut from the same cloth. Her studies are actually not bad, she just doesn't like to study. She only cares about things that interest her, and she understands things very quickly and even has a photographic memory. She inherited this trait from him.

When she doesn't like to study, she's just like her mother, always forgetting things.

Back when they were studying in France, during the years they were together, Qingcheng's temper flared up, much like their daughter's now. For a couple to maintain harmony, it all depended on one of them having a stable temper. If both had fiery tempers and one didn't know how to compromise, one would inevitably die and the other would be injured.

Jiang Weiguo was wearing a light-colored casual cotton and linen loose long-sleeved shirt with a Chinese knot button at the collar. He looked like he was only in his thirties or forties, even though he was almost fifty. The white hair that had appeared overnight had all been dyed back. Jiang Hua sat down next to Jiang Weiguo, her arms crossed in anger. She stared at the scene on the TV without saying a word, almost smoking. The expressions and features of the two fathers and daughters were somewhat similar.

"It's okay to be angry, but don't hit Pei Zhan in the face. It's fine at home, but be careful when you're out."

Jiang Hua: "You heard everything?"

“The sound was so loud, it would be hard for Dad not to hear it.” Jiang Weiguo sipped his tea contentedly and handed her a piece of the freshly made pastry. “You look like you’re not in pain anymore, so I’m relieved.”

"Aunt Xu, go and call Pei Zhan downstairs for dinner. If he's asleep, don't disturb him. Let him rest well."

“Pei Zhan took care of you all night last night. Just after you fell asleep, Xiang Nan came over and delivered a lot of documents. He hasn’t slept since.”