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

"Do you really want to know all the answers about her from me?"

“Pei Zhan, what women are most sensitive to is being able to sense a man’s feelings for another person. You said that you were good to Song Qingran because of Zhou Xu, giving her a villa and bodyguards to watch over her 24 hours a day. After I returned to school, whenever I had conflicts with her, you were always the first to appear in front of her to defend her and criticize me. And today, when the recording that was manipulated was released, I didn’t see that feeling in you that you had with Song Qingran back then.”

"If you say you've never had feelings for Song Qingran, I don't really believe you."

When Jiang Hua said these words, she felt a strange emotional turmoil. The worst thing she could have done was to still have feelings for him. "I think the interests involved between us now outweigh our feelings."

"Of course, I'm not saying all this because I care about anything. If I had to choose between money and you, I would still choose money. Anyone can be the president of Jiang's Group, but right now I haven't found a better alternative."

"I think maintaining the current superficial marital relationship is pretty good."

“Huahua…” Pei Zhan noticed Jiang Hua’s unusual mood and felt a sense of powerlessness. Compared to these long-winded yin and yang pronouncements, Pei Zhan would sometimes be unconsciously cautious about every word she said.

Everyone outside was watching Pei Zhan's expression, afraid of touching on any aspect of his displeasure. Facing the business dinner he was in charge of, his subordinates were also trembling with fear. In front of her, Pei Zhan had no say at all, and sometimes he even had to cater to her emotions, so he could only try his best to avoid some relatively unpleasant topics.

Compared to his wife's emotions, Pei Zhan was relatively weaker.

"Xue Ruyao made a very good point."

Pei Zhan, fighting off his drowsiness, pinched the area between his eyebrows. "Tell me about it."

"While there's still a chance to salvage the situation, don't do anything you'll regret. Be careful... you might never get Song Qingran's forgiveness."

Upon hearing this, Pei Zhan chuckled, "Mrs. Pei, what exactly are you thinking about all day long!"

“You’re in charge of taking the lead, and I’ll handle the aftermath. How do you know I didn’t do anything?” Pei Zhan said, turning to the side and picking up his phone from the bedside table. He found a lawyer’s letter for the lawsuit and handed it to Jiang Hua. “This is the lawsuit document that the legal department drafted two hours ago.”

“Eavesdropping on someone’s privacy is a blatant violation of public order. Even excluding compensation, if Jiang’s legal department were to file this lawsuit, it would take at least five years.”

Jiang Hua opened the document, which indeed contained an indictment against Xue Ruyao. "Tsk, Xue Ruyao has been arrested. Song Qingran will probably come looking for you again."

"Mr. Pei, Yao didn't do it on purpose. She did it to stand up for me. Please, please don't sue her!"

"I'm begging you." Jiang Hua adopted Song Qingran's demeanor, not forgetting to feign weakness as she spoke.

The man's eyes deepened. "Hmm, very similar."

He smiled, which made Jiang Hua angry. "Smile? How can you smile? You brought this on yourself."

"Why do I always feel so down whenever I see you? You might as well not have come back at all."

"I'm sick!"

Pei Zhan still remembered that Jiang Hua's period hadn't completely ended, so her emotional fluctuations were normal. Jiang Hua's drowsiness temporarily dissipated, and she sat on the bed looking at her phone, just in time to see the message notification.

The CEO of the Jiang Group had an extramarital affair with a pure college student…

Marital breakdown! Rumors are circulating that the heiress of the Jiang family is divorcing her husband, the president of the Jiang Group, soon…

The exposé claims that the CEO of the Jiang Group is blind and heartless, neglecting his beautiful wife and being caught cheating on her...

Breaking news! Someone has revealed that the CEO's mistress is actually a top-scoring liberal arts student who was admitted to the Jewelry Design Department of Beijing University without taking the entrance exam.

One push notification after another appeared in Jiang Hua's view. She clicked on the comments: "How disgusting! Students these days don't study properly, they're thinking about stealing other people's husbands. What a slut!"

How could such a morally corrupt student infiltrate a prestigious university like Beijing University? Sigh, what's the use of good grades if she's so young and already so delinquent? If I were her mother, I wouldn't have the face to live in this world.

We strongly demand that she be expelled. Someone like her is utterly unfit to be a role model for students! She has disgraced the prestigious reputation of Beijing University.

One insult after another poured in like ocean water. Half a minute later, the number of comments had increased from dozens to hundreds. Seeing such insults, Jiang Hua did not feel the emotional satisfaction she had expected; instead, she felt a sense of heaviness.

The phone that Pei Zhan had casually given her earlier was placed aside by Jiang Hua.

When he saw his phone light up, he saw a message from Zuo Xiangnan, which was displayed on the screen: "Except for the fact that the young lady's photo doesn't include the company, everything else has been completed as you instructed."

Jiang Hua turned to look at Pei Zhan, who had already fallen asleep. She picked up his phone and opened his chat history with Zuo Xiangnan.

Zuo Xiangnan: Do we really have to do this? Doing so will cause irreparable damage to the company.

Pei Zhan: Do as instructed.

Looking at the chat messages, it was from thirty minutes ago, when they were still in the car. Wasn't he asleep then...?

Jiang Hua also didn't know when Pei Zhan sent out these messages.

She scrolled up through the other messages, most of which were about company matters. Seeing these, Jiang Hua felt a complex mix of emotions and gently put her phone back.

Hearing the car outside the villa, it must be Dad coming home.

Jiang Hua carefully lifted the covers and got out of bed. After glancing at the person still sleeping, she went downstairs. Facing the people who had returned, Jiang Weiguo was about to give Wang Qi some instructions when he saw Jiang Hua. He stopped abruptly when he saw her expression and roughly guessed what she meant. "Did you see the news?"

Jiang Hua nodded silently.

Jiang Weiguo: "Come upstairs with me."

In the study, Jiang Hua closed the heavy door. "Dad doesn't want these news stories to be exposed. They would have a negative impact on public opinion, whether it's on Pei Zhan, that girl, or even the company."

"Because of these public opinion storms, the market value of Jiang's stock has evaporated by more than 100 billion."

An inexplicable pressure surged into Jiang Hua's heart. "But I didn't let him do that."

Jiang Weiguo: "Dad doesn't mean to blame you, and he certainly won't blame Pei Zhan. The achievements of the Jiang family today are thanks to him. The mistakes he made in the past have always been a thorn in your heart that you care about the most and find hardest to accept."

"If Pei Zhan wants to be with you, he has no choice but to face it; running away is the most useless thing to do."

“Dad understands you. Even if Pei Zhan doesn’t talk about the past, you can’t let it go in your heart. Even if Dad tells you not to take this marriage too seriously, you… can’t possibly not care.”

"Pei Zhan chose to expose these things simply to tell you that he never wanted to run away from or avoid the things that happened in the past."

"The attacks and insults you're getting now are just a way of getting back at you for the grievances you suffered back then. It's all a return of the favor."

"As for whether Song Qingran is innocent or not, Dad doesn't care. This whole thing started because of Pei Zhan. It was because of Zhou Xu that Song Qingran was provoked. No matter what impact this has had on her, that's something Pei Zhan will have to deal with and consider when he gets back."

Jiang Hua was taken aback. "You...you know Zhou Xu?"

Jiang Weiguo: "Dad knows...but...Dad doesn't know much. He only knows that the girl named Zhou Xu was the biological daughter of Pei Zhan's adoptive mother. In a way, she was Pei Zhan's sister. However, she died young, and her organs were all transplanted to Song Qingran, which is why Pei Zhan had any contact with her."

I'm sorry, Huahua, some things were Daddy's fault. That car accident was because of Daddy...

Back then, Dad really had no other choice. For your sake, I had to do this.

“But that’s not what I want…” Jiang Hua’s heart was in turmoil.

Jiang Weiguo: "What do you want?"

"I...I don't know." Knowing that her death in her past life might have been a misunderstanding, or there might have been other reasons, and that she had already found part of the answer in Pei Zhan in this life, why was she still so concerned about these truths?

In the past, Jiang Hua wished she could expose his illicit relationship with Song Qingran to the public, making them targets of public scorn. Now, she had accomplished what she had envisioned.

However, she did not experience the pleasure of revenge that she had imagined.

Jiang Weiguo: "Huahua... For the rest of your life, the person who will accompany you is not your father, but Pei Zhan. The problems between you should not be solved by your father, but by yourselves."

"Whatever you want, Pei Zhan will always give it to you."

"Whether it's a handbag or jewelry..."

“There are some things that Pei Zhan will understand if you just ask.”

"But you don't need to feel pressured because of this. Dad will have the public relations department clarify the relationship between Pei Zhan and Song Qingran."

“Huahua… Actually, your father also cares a lot about your mother’s past with Huo Tingshan, but because of my love, I chose not to dwell on it. Because your mother and I love each other enough, no matter how much your grandfather tried to separate us back then, it was all in vain.”

"Love is mutual. It can become indestructible because of mutual trust, like a shield. But it can also be broken by distrust, or by anyone's provocation."

“Dad knows that it’s hard for you to let go of the past, which is why Dad told you not to take this marriage too seriously.”

"Between you and Pei Zhan, what you care about most is the relationship, which is why you keep testing him. Coincidentally, this is Pei Zhan's weakest point. He doesn't know how to satisfy you; he only knows that he will fulfill any request you make. This is his understanding of love."

“Pei Zhan’s unauthorized decision-making has caused a huge upheaval and crisis in the company. Now, Dad has decided to temporarily remove him from all his powers and positions as president and let Zuo Xiangnan temporarily take charge of everything in the company. Do you have any objections?”

Jiang Hua: "Why did you hand the company over to him? He's just Pei Zhan's lackey, the two of them are in cahoots!"

Jiang Weiguo smiled and explained, "Zuo Xiangnan was personally trained by Pei Zhan. At that time, Pei Zhan was in France, his life hanging by a thread, and he handled the company all by himself. Dad thinks he managed it quite well. At least... there weren't too many mistakes."

"Isn't it better to temporarily dismiss him? Before the public opinion dies down, Pei Zhan has some free time to stay home and keep you company."

"Isn't he planning to revise the wedding plans? It's been dragged on for so long, it really should be time to look for a date..."

"Let Dad share in the joy and drink your wedding wine too."

"No... my head hurts." Jiang Hua's vision went black as she rubbed her forehead.

Remove him from office?

I keep showing up in front of her every day; just thinking about it gives me a headache.

Jiang Hua returned to the room, stood by the bed, arms crossed. How could he sleep? She reached out and slapped him across the face. "Still sleeping!"

Pei Zhan opened his eyes, reached out and scooped Jiang Hua up, then pushed her down onto the bed. Her clothes, which had been off, fell to the floor. Pei Zhan casually lifted the blanket and tucked her in, saying, "Sleep a little longer."

"The news about you and Song Qingran is everywhere, causing the company's stock to plummet. Dad is going to remove you from your position."

"Ok, I know."

"If you don't have any money, how are you going to buy me a bag?"

Pei Zhan closed his eyes and pulled her into his arms: "Before things blew up, I sold some of my Jiang Group shares. I didn't lose everything; there's still a considerable amount left, enough to last for a while. If it really runs out... then I'll have to borrow from Chairman Jiang. At usurious interest rates, I'll repay it when I'm reinstated."

"It's okay for me to suffer a little, but I can't let Mrs. Pei suffer."

Jiang Hua: "You only earn five million a year, what can that even do!"

"We can only ask Mrs. Pei to stay at home and live off her parents for a while."

Before they got married, Pei Zhan's annual salary was three to five hundred thousand yuan, which was more than 90% of the working class. Jiang Hua had checked his expenses. Excluding the rent and utilities of his old and dilapidated apartment, he didn't spend much money. His monthly expenses were probably three or five hundred yuan.

Honestly... Jiang Hua had never met anyone so stingy with themselves.

Just thinking about how generous he was to Song Qingran…

Jiang Hua felt angry again, but she could only console herself that Pei Zhan's feelings for Song Qingran were all out of gratitude, and that he was just using her as a substitute. Only then did she feel a little better.

Jing'an Private Hospital.

Song Qingran is out of danger and her wounds are healing well, but her face is still deathly pale.

Just then, Song Qingran received a phone call from the police station. "Qingran... is that you?"

"Please... save me!"

"I've been locked up, and you're the only one who can save me now!"

Hearing the crying on the phone, Song Qingran remained calm and unmoved.

During this time, Xia He took care of her like a biological daughter, sitting by the hospital bed with a bowl of thin porridge in her hand: "Whose call was that?"

Song Qingran's lips curled into a faint smile. "It's nothing, I dialed the wrong number."