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

Xue Ruyao immediately stepped in front of Song Qingran, "Senior Sister Chen, we've already given up the training room. What more do you want? Qingran has never provoked you. You've gone too far."

Song Qingran grasped her hand, her eyes filled with tears, and said timidly, "Yaoyao, please don't say anymore. I don't want to cause trouble, and I'm fine, aren't I?"

Seeing her lifeless state, Shen Bao'er almost rolled her eyes to the sky and scoffed, "Are you alright? Looks like I didn't give you enough of a slap just now. How about this, I'll slap you again and make your other cheek symmetrical?"

"Don't go too far, Qingran didn't do anything to you."

Without saying a word, Shen Bao'er slapped him again, the crisp sound echoing throughout the corridor. "You bunch of country bumpkins, your chattering is so noisy!"

"It hurt my wrist."

Shen Bao'er waved her hand dismissively, looking at the group with disdain. The people standing behind Shen Bao'er were all scions of aristocratic families in Beijing's elite circles. The Shen family was different; it had a vast network of branches, half in politics and half in business, and held a very important position. Among these scions of aristocratic families, Shen Bao'er was their eldest sister.

They are also unruly, willful, and spoiled, all because they have been pampered and indulged.

Song Qingran looked at her with a guilty expression: "Yaoyao..."

"Let me tell you, I'm still angry about what happened in the last post. I'll give you guys a nicer look when I'm calmer down and I can stand you guys."

"You're so delicate, Bao'er, don't hurt her." A sudden voice rang out, and everyone looked to the side. The people surrounding her automatically made way for Jiang Hua. As Jiang Hua approached, she saw Song Qingran's swollen face, raised her eyebrows slightly, and smiled.

When Shen Bao'er gets going, she doesn't hold back at all. Pei Zhan will feel sorry for her when he sees this.

"Why didn't you say anything here? You made me teach those two a lesson for you, and my hands are sore from hitting them."

A bunch of people are all crammed here, but no one is pressing the elevator button.

Jiang Hua took the elevator without giving the person behind her a second glance, and asked Shen Bao'er, "Have you eaten?"

Shen Bao'er was too lazy to care about those unimportant people anymore. "You think you can have dinner with me?"

"Jiang Hua, who do you think you are? You're eating with me."

Jiang Hua: "Really? Never mind then."

Upon hearing the invitation to dinner, Shen Bao'er's expression immediately changed. Seeing Jiang Hua enter the elevator, she eagerly followed, pretending to take Jiang Hua's arm, saying, "Then this time, I'll reluctantly agree to have dinner with you."

"Sister Bao'er, aren't you going to the drinking party tonight?"

Shen Bao'er waved her hand, "Let's do it another day, I'm not in the mood."

Jiang Hua smelled wonderful, and Shen Bao'er tilted her chin up and pressed herself even closer to her.

The two ate casually at a French restaurant. Shen Bao'er was anything but casual and ordered a bottle of red wine worth 600,000 yuan, which Jiang Hua paid for by card.

Shen Bao'er ate to her heart's content.

I also went shopping and bought a bunch of things.

Jiang Hua was in a pretty good mood today, so she drank a couple more glasses than usual. When Xu Qiulan smelled the alcohol on Jiang Hua when she returned, she said anxiously, "Miss, the doctor told you that you can't drink alcohol. Why didn't you listen?"

"I'll go make you some hangover soup."

Xu Qiulan took the violin from Jiang Hua's hand and placed it on the violin stand. Jiang Hua leaned against the wall with one hand and slipped on her shoes with the other. "I didn't drink too much. You don't need to cook dinner. Bao'er and I ate out."

"Aunt Xu, you should go home and rest early today."

"How can I be at ease if you're like this?"

Jiang Hua: "Don't worry. I'll try my best to live... to be a hundred years old."

Xu Qiulan was taken aback. Having lived in the Jiang family for so many years, how could she not know? The Jiang family... seemed cursed, sharing the same fate, basically none of them living past thirty-five...

"Otherwise, I'll call Mr. Pei later and ask him to come over."

Jiang Hua wasn't wearing slippers; she walked barefoot on the white, reflective marble floor. "Don't mention his name in front of me again; it's really annoying."

At this point, he should be busy comforting Song Qingran.

"I'm going to take a shower. Aunt Xu, you should go home early."

"I want to be alone and quiet."

Quiet?

The young lady used to dislike quiet the most.

My husband used to be busy with work, and when our daughter was little, if she was alone in her room and woke up to find no one beside her, she would make a huge fuss and throw a tantrum. Even if she was reading a shopping magazine in the living room, she would turn the TV up really loud.

But now the young lady says she wants to be alone for a while?

Since that car accident, the young lady's personality has really changed a lot.

"Young Miss, why aren't you wearing shoes again?"

Xu Qiulan quickly took the shoes over, and Jiang Hua, unable to resist her nagging, had no choice but to put them on. As soon as Xu Qiulan left, Jiang Hua threw the shoes off again.

She slipped and fell while taking a shower the night before, so Xu's mother put a non-slip mat in the bathroom. The color was nice, and she liked it.

After taking a shower, Jiang Hua came out wearing a silk slip dress, walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, and applied body lotion.

At 10:30 p.m., a Rolls-Royce drove up to the Golden Sands Bay apartment building…

Jiang Hua stood with her feet on the edge of the tea table, squeezing body lotion into her hands and carefully applying it. Just then, she heard the sound of a password being entered outside the door. Jiang Hua glanced at it but didn't pay attention. However, a few seconds later, she heard a 'beep' sound and immediately frowned, seeing the man standing outside the door.

"Stop! Don't come in, get out!"

"You filthy thing, don't come to my house."

Jiang Hua, who had just finished showering and had her hair in a bun, looked radiant under the bright lights of the living room. Her skin appeared almost glowing white, and two wisps of hair curled slightly behind her ears, giving her a playful and cute look. However, her face was contorted with worry, and her eyes were filled with disgust.

Pei Zhan approached.

Jiang Hua threw a cushion at him, saying, "I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?"

Pei Zhan easily dodged it, his deep gaze sweeping over the messy living room. A canvas bag, containing books, pens, erasers, and other items, was carelessly tossed on the coffee table and lay on the floor, untouched and cold.

He ignored her temper, walked over, and closed the door behind him. "Haven't you eaten yet?"

I've lost interest in applying body lotion.

Pei Zhan stepped forward and picked up the book from the ground. "Books shouldn't be left lying around."

Jiang Hua: "Your little lover got beaten up, and you've come to me to demand an explanation?"

"Pei Zhan, I think you've got the wrong person."

Pei Zhan picked up the blanket that had fallen to the ground, dusted it off, and neatly placed it aside.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Jiang Hua continued, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, her methods of seducing men are really low-level. I never thought you would like that kind of person. I thought that Song Qingran had some clever tricks up her sleeve."

"Is she just pretending to be innocent and pitiful in front of you?"

"And then you'll willingly support her and spend money on her?"

"Someone like you, who rose to power through the Jiang family, must desperately need to find the satisfaction he desires from a pitiful girl to prove himself."

In fact, Pei Zhan is not bad. He just lacks status and background. If... Pei Zhan had not come from a poor slum, had not been unable to afford school, and was not just an ordinary person with only a high school education.

With his abilities, the Jiang family would have no chance in the capital.

Reincarnation is indeed a skill.

"As expected... trash only deserves to stay with trash."

Pei Zhan: "Huahua, don't say such harsh things..."

"If you don't want to hear me, then get lost, or... I'll say something even worse." Jiang Hua was already used to his perpetually indifferent attitude towards her. She also knew that no matter how harsh her words were, he would remain unmoved unless... she humiliated Song Qingran in front of him. Only then would Pei Zhan's dark eyes reveal his angry and cold gaze, filled with emotion.

Seeing him angry gives Jiang Hua the satisfaction she needs to vent her anger.

Thinking back to her past life, Pei Zhan was protected by her like a princess, and she kept it a secret from him for eight years.

If it weren't for... someone telling her...

Perhaps she didn't even know Song Qingran existed!

“Every day when I see her at school, putting on an aloof act, I find it quite laughable.”

“No wonder Bao’er hit her. Sometimes… I almost couldn’t help but hit her too. How can someone be so despicable? Does she even know she’s a mistress?”

"The bracelet on Song Qingran's wrist is nice. Did you pick it? You have good taste!"

"Thirty million for one woman, Pei Zhan... spending the Jiang family's money to support women outside, doesn't that feel very fulfilling?"

Pei Zhan's gaze was fixed on Jiang Hua, a chill settling in his eyes...

He finally got angry!