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

However, the woman completely ignored her cries and didn't even glance at her.

She simply held the jade pendant in her hand indifferently, then took Yue Simiao's hand and gently placed the pendant into her palm.

"Take good care of your own things."

Yue Simiao was stunned. She stared blankly at the pendant in her hand, lowered her head, and said softly, "I...I understand."

Yao Yao, who had been fearless at first, now looked at her with a hint of probing and fear: "You...who exactly are you!"

"The person who can cure you."

"When did the dynasty become something you could call the shots?"

"Don't you know it's mine!" Jiang Hua glanced at her casually.

Yao Yao hurriedly said, "You're talking nonsense. This is clearly Bei Shen's. He promised to give it to me."

"How is it yours?"

But just then, someone shouted, "Second Master is here."

As everyone looked in the direction of the location, they saw Huo Beishen, dressed in a black overcoat and wearing leather gloves, walking in with his men from another part of the corridor. His shiny black leather shoes trod steadily and powerfully on the marble floor, each step striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Brother Bei Shen..." Yao Yao ran to the man's side as soon as she saw him. She grabbed his hand and cried, pointing at Jiang Hua and saying, "Brother Bei Shen, this person bullied me and even stole the jade pendant you gave me."

Unexpectedly, Huo Beishen completely ignored her and said to Jiang Hua apologetically, "I'm sorry, it was my oversight."

Huo Beishen rarely appears in public, but his reputation is well-known. He is a notorious "living devil" and a local tyrant in the capital city, with connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds. Moreover, he is backed by the powerful Huo family.

He was someone everyone avoided, yet he actually knelt down in front of Jiang Hua.

Yao Yao, looking like a demure young woman, stood beside Huo Beishen, staring at Jiang Hua in surprise, seemingly only belatedly realizing that she had offended someone Jiang Hua couldn't afford to offend.

What happened at the wedding didn't seem to affect Jiang Hua's status in the Huo family, including her position, even though her divorce certificate with Pei Zhan was personally delivered to her.

"Kneel down," the man calmly uttered two words, giving a command.

Yao Yao bit her lip in grievance. He had never treated her like this before, and she knew that such an order was directed at her.

She looked at him and saw the stubborn defiance still in his eyes. She was still certain that this man loved her so much, how could he possibly make her kneel before someone of unknown origin!

No matter what she did normally, he had never punished himself like this.

"I do not!"

"Then I'll break your legs and make you kneel." The calmness emanating from him made her feel danger for the first time. No matter how much Yao Yao acted up before, even if she rode on Yue Simiao's head and provoked her time and time again, he would never get angry with her.

Yao Yao seemed genuinely frightened, overwhelmed by his imposing presence, yet still knelt down defiantly.

"It was my fault for not disciplining them properly. Please forgive me, Madam."

Jiang Hua's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. "I dare not accept the title of mistress. It's already good enough that the Huo family hasn't come after me."

"You and he are birds of a feather, utter scoundrels."

"But your appearance today is just in time."

"Come with me, I have something to ask you."

Jiang Hua walked to the balcony door at the end of a corridor.

Huo Beishen watched with great interest as the woman's slender back swayed as she left, and only after a while did he slowly follow.

Shen Bao'er: "What did Huahua want to talk to him about?"

Shen Bulu: "I don't know."

Huo Beishen is an unfathomable person. No normal person would want to get close to him. Anyone who offends him never has a good ending. He is bloodthirsty and cruel, and his personality is even more unpredictable.

Shen Bulu also didn't want Jiang Hua to have too much contact with such people, as it wouldn't do her any good.

Who knows what these kinds of people are really thinking?

In just three minutes, no one knew what Jiang Hua said. When she left, her expression was not good. A waiter carrying a plate accidentally spilled the contents onto Jiang Hua and her expensive custom-made coat.

The waiter was so startled that he quickly apologized to Jiang Hua, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"It was my fault, I'm sorry... Miss Jiang." Oil had been spilled on her coat, and the waiter frantically tried to wipe it clean with his hands. Jiang Hua frowned, loosened her belt, and took off her coat, her tone somewhat impatient: "That's enough."

Jiang Hua had no desire to wear the soiled clothes a second time, so she simply tossed the coat she had taken off to her and didn't intend to take it back.

The hotel manager immediately went to Jiang Hua and said, "Ms. Jiang, it was our negligence that we soiled your clothes. Our hotel will compensate you for the damaged clothes."

Jiang Hua was already in a bad mood, and his appearance just happened to be the perfect excuse for her to lose her temper. "Disappear from my sight, and I'll allow you to not have to pay compensation." How? Every dress she wore was haute couture, worth nearly a million. To skimp on her paycheck from a waitress would be like taking half her life.

This young lady's emotions have always been like this. Whenever she arrives, the entire dynasty serves her with utmost care. Unexpectedly, at this critical juncture, problems still arise.

The concierge standing by the elevator door pressed the button for the elevator to go downstairs, and the staff of the Royal Dynasty breathed a sigh of relief after she left.

Yue Simiao hadn't seen his ghost for almost half a month. Now that he had appeared, it was only for his little star. Upon seeing the person who came, Yue Simiao, with her hand supporting her belly, didn't even give Huo Beishen a kind look. She wished she could smash the jade pendant in his face and tell him to take his little star and get lost.

As soon as she left, Yao Yao quickly stood up, almost losing her balance, but Zhang Cheng, Huo Beishen's subordinate, caught her. Yao Yao angrily shook him off, saying, "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!"

"Brother Bei Shen, she's just a woman, why are you afraid of her! She just bullied me like that and even stole the jade pendant you gave me, please help me get revenge!"

"Aren't you the one who loves me the most?!"

Huo Beishen looked down at the woman beside him, a barely perceptible look in his eyes, "How...do you want me to help you get revenge?"

She noticed that his expression was no different from usual, so she became even more open and took advantage of his influence to make her demands.

"Scratch her face, and I want that bag she's holding; you know I've liked it for ages."

Yao Yao grabbed Huo Beishen's hand and acted coquettishly. Huo Beishen was a germaphobe and didn't like women touching him. Apart from Yao Yao, even Yue Simiao was just a bed warmer in his eyes.

But some women, oblivious to the danger, deliberately create chance encounters, pretending to fall and touch him, their hands barely touching, and then they never show up again the next day.

He was cruel to everyone, but he showed boundless tolerance and affection only towards her.

Huo Beishen grabbed her face, looking into her eyes with a vicious glint in them. She looked somewhat unfamiliar to him, and he disliked it.

"Then...do as you say."

"Zhang Cheng, take her back to Yulan."

Yulan is where Huo Beishen keeps his mistress.

"Brother Bei Shen, I knew you loved me the most. Besides that bitch just now, there was her..." Yao Yao stepped forward and slapped Yue Simiao across the face, getting back at her for the humiliation she had just suffered.

“She just hit me and almost ruined my face. You have to help me get revenge. One slap wasn’t enough.”

"This is the jade pendant that Brother Bei Shen gave me. Give it back to me." With that, Yao Yao snatched it back from Yue Simiao's hand and put it back around her neck. Seeing the fear in Yue Simiao's eyes, Yao Yao looked satisfied.

Yue Simiao covered her face; how could she dare to lay a hand on him in front of him?

Huo Beishen, standing to the side, remained completely unmoved.

Even if they weren't divorced, so what? The person Bei Shen loves most is still her.

Yue Simiao is not afraid of Yao Yao, but she is afraid of Huo Beishen!

This person can even abandon his own child, what else is he incapable of doing!

Yue Simiao glanced at Huo Beishen with a hint of fear in her eyes, then quickly looked away. She felt that even looking at him for too long would shorten her lifespan by half. Even if she were to take Yao Yao away, with him protecting her, she wouldn't dare to do anything to her.

They could only swallow their anger and leave...

"Did I tell you to leave?" Huo Beishen suddenly spoke. Yue Simiao took a few steps and then stopped. "What else do you want? I've already given her the things, and besides, she was the one who provoked me first. If you hadn't refused to divorce me, I wouldn't have made a move against your sweetheart."

"It's because you didn't manage your woman well!"

"If you want to sleep with someone, just sleep with her. I don't have time to serve you."

Yue Simiao left alone without looking back, ruining her rare chance to relax.

After returning to the villa, the servants had prepared a meal, and the soup they made was made with precious tonics. Yue Simiao looked at the food on the table but had no appetite at all. "I have no appetite. I don't want to eat. Throw it all away."

The maid saw the injury on her face and said, "Madam, your face... I'll go get you some medicine right away."

"No need, I'm fine." Yue Simiao's tone was not good. After going upstairs, she sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the clear five-finger mark on her face. She felt a dull pain in her heart. This was not the first time this had happened.

He would always stand by and watch coldly as she let her other women take advantage of her.

It was probably her own emotions that affected the baby in her womb, making her feel as if she had been kicked, causing her to experience contractions.

If things continue like this, she doesn't know how much longer she can hold on.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

In a flash, Yue Simiao wiped away her tears and comforted herself, saying, "What's the big deal? At worst, we'll get a divorce. I don't even want the child. Why should I wrong myself?"

She did indeed say that after the child was born, he would ask her for a divorce.

After so many years of marriage, she doesn't expect to get much property from him. Even if she leaves with nothing, she can support herself.

However, her appearance also gave her some comfort.

This made Yue Simiao feel a little better.

Her voice and her image floated into her mind.

Jiang Hua: "Take good care of your own things."

She was all alone in the huge villa. Huo Beishen didn't come back often, and she had gotten used to sleeping alone at night.

Wait until midnight.

Yue Simiao didn't get much rest last night because of contractions, but she fell asleep quickly tonight. She held her belly, and the familiar contractions came. She frowned slightly in her sleep, but after the contractions subsided, Yue Simiao fell asleep again in no time.

The night was pitch black and silent when the door to the room was quietly opened.

The woman on the bed was fast asleep when she suddenly felt a slight movement beside her pillow. This startled her awake, and Yue Simiao noticed a dark figure beside the bed. She quickly sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and waited until she could see who it was.

Yue Simiao frowned deeply, her face full of displeasure. She looked again and saw a jade pendant stained with someone's blood, sitting conspicuously on her pillow.

"Huo Beishen, I was young and ignorant when I fell for you. If I had known you were a bloodthirsty person, I would never have married you."

"Didn't I tell you that I don't care what kind of murders and arson you do outside, but can you please not bring these filthy things into the house?"

"Even if you don't think about yourself, can't you think about your child? Aren't you afraid of retribution for what you're doing?"

Huo Beishen listened to her rambling voice as if it were a normal occurrence. He was like a cold and insurmountable iceberg. He took off his dark red, blood-stained shirt and casually tossed it aside.

Ignoring her noise, Huo Beishen said the same thing again, "You should take good care of your own things."

Yue Simiao: "I don't care."

Huo Beishen's voice was deep as he uttered two words: "Whatever you say."

“That’s true. What right do I have to order you around? No matter what I say, you never listen. Huo Beishen, you’ll get your comeuppance sooner or later.” Being with him felt like being an enemy, and Yue Simiao couldn’t bear to stay in the same room with him any longer.

So she got up and made room for herself, going to sleep in the guest room next door.

As soon as he returned and approached, the strong smell of blood emanating from him lingered, its pervasive irritation seeping into her pores, causing her to flee quickly.

Lying on the bed in the guest room, which wasn't soft at all, she couldn't fall asleep.

I was in a daze until four o'clock before I finally fell asleep.

She didn't wake up until noon, only to find that the man downstairs was still there, sitting at the dining table leisurely eating his breakfast.

The two acted like strangers, not exchanging greetings, and simply pulled out chairs and sat down, not even bothering to glance at him. She had been fooled by his face when she was young, and now it was too late to regret it.

"Second Master, the clothes have arrived." Zhang Cheng walked in from outside, carrying an expensive overcoat.

Yue Simiao glanced at it; the black coat looked somewhat familiar, and she quickly remembered it.

"Some people don't even look in the mirror, like you?"