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

Whether a couple has feelings for each other can be judged by some details. Their physical contact clearly shows that they are somewhat dependent on each other.

Aside from those she willingly accepts, Jiang Hua never initiates contact with anyone.

The maid brought the last soup from the kitchen to the table. Xu Qiulan said, "Sir, lunch is ready."

Jiang Weiguo stood up and said to Shen Yebai, "It's rare for you to stay at Yulong Bay for a meal. Huahua's maternal grandfather sent over a lot of good wine. Let's have a taste together."

Shen Yebai smiled faintly and nodded, "I naturally cannot refuse Uncle Jiang's invitation."

Jiang Hua gave Shen Yebai a strange look. "I remember, didn't you say you couldn't drink alcohol?"

Pei Zhan glanced at Jiang Hua beside him, his eyes carrying a hint of dangerous warning, and he secretly tightened his grip on the hand beside him.

Jiang Hua just glanced at him blankly, wondering what was wrong with him this time.

Shen Yebai smiled slightly: "Uncle Jiang is in a good mood today, so it's okay to drink a little less."

Jiang Weiguo then realized that although Shen Yebai was a politician with a special status, he sometimes couldn't avoid drinking parties. But no one dared to persuade Shen Yebai to drink. Even if there were people who were a level higher than Shen Yebai, everyone understood what the power behind him meant.

Jiang Weiguo belatedly said, "If Huahua hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that you can't drink. In that case, just drink some low-alcohol beverages and do what you can."

Shen Yebai nodded: "Okay."

Once everything was on the table, Shen Yebai sat to Jiang Weiguo's right. Bao'er wanted to sit with Huahua, and as soon as she sat down, Jiang Hua picked up a shrimp ball for Bao'er, saying, "Try this, it's delicious."

"Okay. I know that Aunt Xu is the best cook. When I was little, my brother and I loved Aunt Xu's cooking the most."

"If you like it, I'll ask Aunt Xu to make more."

Shen Yebai: "Eat less. If you eat too much, you'll get indigestion and a stomachache. Your brother... won't take care of you then."

Xu Ma knew their tastes well, so she prepared dozens of dishes today, using the highest standards to entertain them.

Even the wine served by the servants was the finest red wine, including Moutai. Jiang Weiguo and Jiang Hua couldn't drink it all, so Pei Zhan had to drink a little with them.

The maid poured Pei Zhan a glass of liquor. The alcohol content of this liquor was no less than what Pei Zhan drank at business banquets. However, Jiang Hua had never seen him become incoherent after drinking so much.

Pei Zhan took the liquor from the servant and two liquor glasses. "Now that the liquor has been opened, it would be a bit unreasonable for Mayor Shen not to drink a glass."

"Pei Zhan!" Before Jiang Hua could even utter a word of dissuasion, he had already stood up and placed the poured wine in front of Shen Yebai. "Since you are a guest, Mayor Shen, please do as you can. I, Pei, will drink first as a sign of respect."

Pei Zhan filled his own glass with white wine and drank it down in one gulp.

Jiang Hua kicked him under the table and glared at him, thinking that if he got drunk, even the Jiang family couldn't afford to pay for it.

What should have been a pleasant meal turned into a contest between two men.

Jiang Hua: "Aunt Xu, bring Brother Ye Bai's wine."

Shen Yebai: "No need."

He downed it in one gulp. The pungent alcohol went down his throat and tasted sweet and refreshing, but after a while, he felt a burning sensation in his stomach.

Shen Yebai frowned slightly.

Jiang Weiguo saw this but said nothing and let them go.

Bao'er kept her head down and just kept eating.

Jiang Hua served Shen Yebai some food, saying, "This liquor is strong, so eat more. If you get drunk, I'll have Xu Ma clean up a room for you to rest in."

Shen Yebai: "I'm fine."

Pei Zhan raised his hand to the wine glass to his lips, a slight smile curving his lips. When he put the glass down, the faint smile disappeared.

Shen Yebai ate a few bites of food, but the burning sensation of alcohol in his stomach lingered for a long time.

Seeing this, Xu Ma served Shen Yebai a bowl of soup.

"How does it taste? Mayor Shen, would you like another one?"

Jiang Hua warned him in a low voice, "Don't keep going on and on."

"Huahua said forget it, so forget it."

Even someone as aloof and unattainable as Shen Yebai is naturally competitive. "Such fine wine should indeed be drunk a few more times."

"I also hope that Huahua can truly grow old with you, have her wishes fulfilled, and successfully hold her wedding."

"I accept your congratulations. Mayor Shen need not worry about the wedding arrangements."

This time, Pei Zhan personally refilled his glass, giving him a full cup.

Jiang Hua was also troubled, so she couldn't be bothered to care anymore.

Shen Bao'er suddenly remembered something. She looked at Jiang Hua with a hesitant expression, struggling with whether or not to tell Hua Hua about Ji Liangchuan's whereabouts.

Even my brother can't find out who that person is!

I can't really help with that.

She thought... even if her brother liked Huahua, he wouldn't ruin Huahua's wedding.

I think my brother will help Huahua resolve this matter.

Shen Bao'er also hoped that what she was worried about would not happen.

The two of them were still going on and on. By the third cup, Shen Yebai's eyes were clearly showing signs of drunkenness, while Pei Zhan, who had drunk the most, was completely unaffected.

Jiang Hua ate a little and was full. Just as she put down her chopsticks, she saw that when Shen Yebai drank his third cup, he had already slumped onto the table, unconscious.

Jiang Hua sighed, knowing this would happen.

"You country bumpkin, you're so bad! You bastard, you country bumpkin." Shen Bao'er was both angry and timid when she saw Pei Zhan, and could only grit her teeth and curse him in secret.

Pei Zhan chuckled, picked up the glass of white wine and drank it down in one gulp. His deep eyes held a hint of languor and smugness.

Just then, Aunt Xu came downstairs. "Miss, the guest room has been prepared."

Jiang Weiguo then had Wang Qi help Shen Yebai upstairs to a guest room so he could lie down for a while.

After eating her fill, Shen Bao'er was sleepy, so Jiang Hua let her rest in the room that Bao'er had always kept. When she was little, Bao'er often came to play with Jiang Hua, and over time, Yulong Bay also had a room for her.

Even when the two of them argued and had a falling out, and the room was empty for several years, someone still kept it tidy.

After lunch, Jiang Hua helped Pei Zhan, who was unsteady on his feet, upstairs to the master bedroom. The door was pushed open. "What are you pretending for? You can't even let people eat in peace."

"What's wrong with you."

The baijiu (Chinese liquor) was indeed more potent than other types of alcohol. The man sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with a hazy, drunken gaze, as if he were truly intoxicated. Jiang Hua poked his chest with her finger. Just as Pei Zhan was about to collapse, he suddenly reached out and hugged her slender waist, pulling Jiang Hua down onto the bed.

Jiang Hua was held tightly in his arms, their bodies pressed close together. His burning heat seared her skin, and his breath brushed against her neck. "...Hua Hua."

"When will you be able to call me that all the time?"

Are you starting to talk nonsense?

Jiang Hua slapped him across the face, saying, "You're hugging me too tightly, I can't breathe."

"Really drunk?"

He loosened his grip, and Jiang Hua looked at him with his eyes closed, breathing heavily, which didn't seem fake.

Xu Qiulan knocked on the door, which opened automatically without being closed. "Miss, the hangover soup is ready."

"Come in, just put it on the bedside table."

Jiang Hua couldn't get up right now. "By the way, how is Ye Bai? How is he?"

"Mayor Shen is already asleep, so I didn't want to disturb him."

Xu Qiulan made sure to close the door after she left.

Jiang Hua truly didn't know that when he was drunk, he was like a leech, sticking right to her and impossible to shake off. Seeing that he was still somewhat conscious, it took a lot of effort for her to break free.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jiang Hua patted him and said, "Get up and drink the hangover soup."

"Pei Zhan?"

Pei Zhan opened his eyes, his gaze unfocused and completely dark.

Jiang Hua helped him up and sat him against the headboard. She picked up a bowl of hangover soup and placed it in front of him, saying, "Drink it yourself."

"never mind."

"Let's wait until you wake up and then pay more. This kind of service is already a bargain for you."

Jiang Hua held the spoon and only put down the bowl after feeding him.

She got up to lie down with Bao'er for a while; he smelled of alcohol, not as fragrant and soft as Bao'er.

As soon as Jiang Hua got up, she felt her clothes being tightly held in someone's fingers. She met Pei Zhan's deep, dark eyes. "Don't go, wife!"

Jiang Hua paused for a second, then looked at him with interest. She slowly sat down and brushed the stray hairs that had fallen across his forehead. "You country bumpkin, you're really something! When you didn't love me, you said I'd lived too long and should have died long ago."

"Now that he's fallen in love with me, he even calls me 'wife'."

“Sure enough, when you’re in love, you can do anything; when you’re not in love…” Jiang Hua’s eyes flickered, and she laughed self-deprecatingly, “you can do anything.”

"Pei Zhan, from the very beginning, why did you hate me so much and want me to die?"

"Is it just because of Zhou Wenqing?"

"I'm not stupid, and I'm not blind to it. I just... don't want to think about it so much anymore. Dwelling on the past will drive a person crazy. That's how you treated me in my past life."

“I like you, but I care more about Dad and everything in the Jiang family. Without these, I wouldn’t even have the thought of continuing to be with you. Dad… if he passes away one day, Pei Zhan… let’s get a divorce.”

"The Jiang Group is yours. This wedding... is to make up for what you owed me in our past life."

Jiang Hua didn't know if he would remember these words after he regained consciousness, but she had said them anyway...

Only she herself remained trapped in the painful memories of her past life. To Jiang Hua, it was nothing more than an unforgettable torment. She loved him, yet she also hated him…

The more you look at him, the more you understand him.

"In my past life...did Song Qingran also use such methods to keep you here and force me to sign a divorce agreement that would leave me with nothing?"

“I am so rich, but I can’t take a single penny away. I can’t even afford to pay for my medicine. It was only because the hospital staff felt sorry for me that they let me stay in the hospital for treatment.”

"You don't know any of this? Yes! How could you possibly know? Because you don't remember anything at all. Only I remember."

"This is so unfair..."

Jiang Hua got tired of sitting, so she lay down next to him, resting her head on his arm and reaching out to stroke his eyebrows and eyes. "Pei Zhan... let's just live like this, one day at a time."

As they talked, Jiang Hua leaned closer to him, resting against his chest, and gradually fell asleep.

The even breathing sounds rang clearly in my ears, and the person in my arms seemed to be truly asleep.

But the person, who was initially dazed with drunkenness, slowly opened their dark eyes, revealing a clear mind within them…

In the study, Pei Zhan sat at his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose. Her words filled his mind, making him restless. A few minutes later, the phone rang, and he answered it.

Kagel: "The young mistress's recent medical examination report did not reveal any mental illness, and there is no history of mental illness in the Jiang family for generations."

Pei Zhan's tone deepened, "I understand."

In her past life, Song Qingran left with nothing after a divorce…

These few keywords, when put together, are unbelievable. From the beginning, Pei Zhan thought it was just a dream. He never believed in ghosts or gods, let alone any so-called rebirth. However, Jiang Hua's changes from the beginning, including the fact that Jiang Hua already knew about Song Qingran's existence, all hinted at these things.

What else does she know?

...

In a villa halfway up a mountain in the suburbs, Xu Zhoulan received the thick file from France. Looking at the contents, the man smiled wickedly, his lips looking as if they were stained with blood. From upstairs, there were a series of noises, as if something had been smashed.

After a while, the maid came downstairs with a plate of broken porcelain bowls in her hand. "Sir, Miss Huo Ling still refuses to eat."

"Make another one and keep delivering it until she's willing to eat it."

"Yes, sir."

"The Huo family really is omnipotent..."

"You want to be together and have a wedding?"

"As an heir, how can everything go as you wish!"

"If you want to be with the one you love, I'll make sure you don't get your wish."

"I'd like you to try it too..."

"The taste of family ruin and death!"

Xu Zhoulan went upstairs. Outside the room, Huo Ling was still struggling to break the chains binding her feet when she saw the person who came. "Little Ling'er is still so restless. Brother will show you something good."

"Take your filth away and get out!"

Xu Zhoulan opened the file folder and placed all the documents inside in front of her. "This is about your older brother. Don't you want to take a look?"

Huo Ling calmed down for a moment, and when she saw the contents, she was horrified. "Impossible... It's fake, it must be fake."

"Xu Zhoulan, do you know that forgery is illegal?"

"Forged? This thing came from the Huo family, and Huo Tingshan personally handed it to me. You think... anything that came from the Huo family is fake?"

"Little Ling'er, are you doubting your father?"

Huo Ling: "What exactly do you want?"

Xu Zhoulan: "Brother, I don't want anything to happen..."

"Brother just wants Little Ling'er to stay by his side, to be quiet and obedient, and to eat quietly..."

"I promise you, I won't hand these over myself, okay?"