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

It was inevitable that Pei Zhan would divorce her. He loved Song Qingran so deeply, how could he bear not to give her a proper status?

In his past life, Pei Zhan knew this.

He had no one to inherit everything he owned, which is why he was in a hurry to abandon her and divorce her!

Even if Jiang Hua has a child, it won't be a healthy, complete child, free from illness...

Jiang Hua dragged this body, which she didn't know would die at any moment. No matter what, she couldn't compete with Pei Zhan. Since he wanted it, he could have it.

She couldn't even survive three years, so what else could she possibly want?

When Pei Zhan was reluctant to get a marriage certificate with her, he didn't want it to be public, and Jiang Hua went along with him. Little did she know... this action would become the perfect way for them to secretly divorce.

At that time, Song Qingran will be with him cleanly, without any stain on her reputation.

They had nothing when they got married, and they divorced... without anyone knowing.

If Pei Zhan suddenly wants a divorce, Jiang Hua can easily extricate herself, which would be perfect for them...

Jiang Hua wasn't unwilling to fight for it; it's just that in her past life, she had fought for everything, and in the end… her father, and the Jiang Group, were gone…

He ended up with his family destroyed and his family wiped out.

She is afraid!

That's enough of a lesson!

In the end, she stayed in that empty room for eight years...

Since we can't hold onto anything, we might as well give up everything.

After having lunch at the Jinsha Bay apartment, Jiang Hua found a violin in the walk-in closet. "It's been so long since I've heard Miss play the violin. Does Miss still remember it?!"

Jiang Hua gently wiped the violin she hadn't played in a long time. "Hmm, I still remember some of it."

Xu Qiulan was wiping every nook and cranny of the apartment. Even though Jiang Hua wasn't her biological daughter, she looked at her with a unique pride in her eyes. "Miss, you play the violin the best. When you play a piece for them, they'll all look at you with envy."

"If it weren't for the fact that the master didn't forbid you from studying music, with your talent, Miss, you would definitely play better than those musicians over there, and you might even be able to hold your own solo concert."

"But it was right of you, sir, not to let you study music. Studying music is so tiring! Miss, you're not in good health, you should get more rest."

Jiang Hua's eyes gradually dimmed, and Xu Qiulan continued, "After studying jewelry design, Miss can become a designer in the company, learn how to manage the company together, and see Master Pei every day. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Although she wasn't forced into an arranged marriage, she could never express her true feelings in anything she did. Jiang Hua had perfect pitch, and all the violin teachers who taught her said she had absolute talent. It was precisely because of this praise that Jiang Hua's violin was confiscated...

Jiang Hua remained silent and didn't say anything...

Just then, the television in the living room suddenly started broadcasting a fashion show. She glanced at it and quickly realized that the clothes worn by the models were exaggerated, sexy, and bold, reflecting Viki's style. The jewelry worn by the models were the latest designs from the Jiang Group—elegant and gorgeous necklaces and earrings, with every diamond sparkling brilliantly, making one almost forget about the models themselves.

Just as Jiang Hua was about to look away, her hand, which was wiping, froze. The strings of the zither were plucked, and the sound was shrill.

That familiar figure appeared among the models. Song Qingran appeared in a simple white dress, her face adorned with pearls, her eye makeup predominantly white—a style that suited her perfectly, making her look like an angel descended to earth, even though she seemed a little nervous. Jiang Hua immediately recognized the necklace around her neck; it wasn't a style that Jiang's designers could create. Such a design was simply not worthy of Viki's standards. This caused the focus to overlook the key theme of today's show, instead highlighting Song Qingran's glamorous but impractical attire…

Song Qingran's appearance was somewhat out of place, but... it was precisely because of this unconventional existence that she attracted a lot of attention.

Jiang Jia had a vague idea of ​​why a female college student with no background or connections could appear on Viki's runway.

It was him, wasn't it...?

Sure enough, the camera swept across the audience seats below the stage, and Jiang Hua spotted Pei Zhan at a glance. This fashion show was special, so there couldn't be too much exposure in the audience. She only glanced at him once before looking away, without much of a stir in her heart.

Now... we can't wait to pave the way for her!

Pei Zhan, you really went to great lengths!

I put down my violin, slung my bag over my shoulder, and said, "I'm going back to class."

"Young Miss, what would you like to eat tonight?"

Jiang Hua: "Whatever."

...

The Seventh Mental Hospital.

"...She's not dead? Why isn't she dead? I clearly ran her over and killed her, why is she still alive..."

Why is she still alive?!

"Die! I want her dead!"

The woman, dressed in a mental hospital gown, was acting erratically. Her hair was disheveled, with a few stray strands sticking haphazardly to her forehead. Her gaze was fixed on Pei Zhan, who stood not far away, each look like a sharp blade. Her face was contorted with anger and pain, her lips trembling slightly, yet she could not utter a clear sound.

Just as she was about to get close, the bodyguard beside Pei Zhan reacted quickly, as if afraid of hurting him, and injected him with a sedative.

Just then, a blond, blue-eyed man with a Chinese face, dressed in a white lab coat, respectfully stepped forward and explained in broken Chinese, "Don't worry, this is just a common tranquilizer; it has no side effects."

Jinx, from the best psychiatrist abroad specializing in mental illness, said, "The lady's illness is a common mental disorder. She can't accept the pain of losing her daughter, which is why she's in this state. Her emotions had previously stabilized, but... when she sees her daughter, who was about the same age as her when she died, it still causes her to become mentally unstable, mistaking her for her child. She might even do other uncontrollable things."

"So... my suggestion is to continue hospitalization for observation."

Pei Zhan: "How much longer will it take?"

Jinx: "Generally speaking, it will take at least two years."

"Then I'll trouble Mr. Jinx to do his best to cure my mother's illness," said the woman standing to the side, dressed in a business suit and with a striking figure.

“Miss Zhou, of course. Mr. Pei paid a considerable sum for the medical expenses, so I will naturally do my best.”

After leaving, Zhou Yan said, "I submitted my resume to the Jiang Group."

The man walking in front suddenly stopped. "You shouldn't have come over."

Zhou Yan slowly walked forward, smiled at the man's back, and said, "You've done so much for A-Xu. I'm her only sister, and I want to do something for her too."

"Don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."

"And no one will know about our relationship..."

"If Ah Xu knew that there was someone who cared about her so much after she died, she would be happy."

"How have you been all these years...?"