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

Shen Bao'er was worried about Hua Hua's condition. Just as Hua Hua was about to get up, a warm hand tightly grasped hers, stopping her from moving.

Shen Bulu's expression was somewhat complicated. His gaze did not fall on Shen Bao'er, but instead fell directly on Shen Yebai.

“Brother-in-law, some things become boring once you take them too far.” Shen Bulu’s voice was deep and serious, with a hint of meaning.

Shen Yebai remained silent, making it difficult to discern his true thoughts.

Shen Bao'er looked blankly at Shen Bulu, then at Shen Yebai beside her. Although she was naive, she wasn't stupid. She sensed something amiss in Shen Bulu's words, and her unease grew stronger.

"Uncle Jiang, what does my brother have to do with being taken away last night?" Shen Bao'er asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Shen Bulu did not answer her question, but held her hand tightly, as if trying to calm her down.

"Shen Bulu! Explain yourself!" Shen Bao'er was agitated; she couldn't bear being kept in the dark.

For Shen Yebai, Bao'er was more than just an older brother; he was like a father figure. He cared for Bao'er from childhood, shouldering the responsibilities of a father. In Bao'er's heart, Shen Yebai was her faith, the pillar of her life.

If this belief begins to crumble, given Bao'er's personality, she will find it difficult to accept the collapse of the relationship between the Shen and Jiang families.

If the Jiang family finds out, how will he face Jiang Hua? Has he ever thought about this question?

However, faced with Bao'er's questioning, Shen Bulu ultimately chose to remain silent.

He gently shook his head and said, "It's nothing, Bao'er."

"This is a matter for the Jiang family; we cannot interfere."

"Sit tight."

Shen Bulu patted Shen Bao'er on the shoulder.

Shen Yebai raised the corners of his mouth slightly and met Pei Zhan's gaze on the stage, his eyes clearly revealing a hint of provocation.

But he was not afraid at all, because he knew that Pei Zhan had completely lost her trust.

Pei Zhan finally gave in: "Kagher, give me the phone."

"No...no need to fight anymore!" A sorrowful voice was suddenly interrupted, the voice choked with sobs.

Everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound, and saw a figure slowly walking towards them. It was Wang Qi, Jiang Weiguo's assistant who had been by his side for many years. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he had experienced great pain and torment.

"Young Miss, the master... has passed away!"

Wang Qi's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the crowd. Everyone was stunned by the sudden news and couldn't come to their senses for a moment.

"Hahaha... Good riddance, finally dead."

"Even the heavens will take him in."

Before anyone could react, Zhou Yan burst into maniacal laughter.

"No, impossible." Jiang Hua seemed to lose her support all at once, and she took a step back, powerless.

Pei Zhan anxiously supported her, "Huahua..."

Jiang Hua muttered to herself, "How could Dad possibly be dead?"

"I don't believe it... I don't believe it!"

"You're lying to me!"

"It's true! Sir, he's been unwell since last night. He was supposed to go to the hospital for treatment, but he was suddenly taken away. Today, when I went to visit him in prison, I found his body. The warden said he'd already been taken to the funeral home and was being prepared for cremation..."

"For the past year, the young lady has been putting on a brave face, and we didn't want you to worry, so we didn't tell her."

These words struck Jiang Hua's heart like a heavy hammer...