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

Outside seat 808, men and women were dancing intimately to heavy metal music, which was deafening and made Jiang Hua feel a little uncomfortable. When she took another VIP passage, Song Qingran happened to run into Jiang Hua in the corridor at the corner.

He was stunned when he saw Jiang Hua, but his eyes were filled with amazement. Jiang Hua had dressed up specially today, put on makeup, and wore a black halter dress. The smooth fabric clung to her body, outlining her graceful figure. She was like a fairy in the dark night, alluring and cold, but there was not a trace of vulgarity on her. Instead, she exuded an arrogant and unruly air.

"What are you looking at? Move aside."

Song Qingran's gaze towards Jiang Hua shifted from amazement to shyness and meekness, like a soft little white rabbit. She lowered her head and walked to the side, saying, "I'm sorry, Miss Jiang."

"Which private room are you in? Let me show you the way."

Jiang Hua: "808." She announced a number.

Does Pei Zhan like this kind of thing?

In my past life, I thought he was hiding some top-quality woman, hiding her for eight years. Is this the kind of woman he was talking about?

That's really tasteless.

"808 is this way, Miss Jiang, please follow me."

Upon seeing Jiang Hua, Song Qingran felt a surge of inferiority, and her voice softened.

Seeing Song Qingran suddenly stop and turn around to face him, he looked at her with a worried expression.

"Miss Jiang, I have some hangover medicine here, please take it."

"If they bully you, I will call the police for you."

"Also... you should try to come here less often in the future. It's not a good place for girls, and with your pretty looks, you'll get bullied."

Jiang Hua crossed her arms and looked at her leisurely without saying a word, just watching her like that.

"You'd better mind your own business."

Jiang Hua waved her hand, knocking the hangover medicine out of her hand without saying a word.

Song Qingran stared blankly at the hangover medicine on the ground. She frowned slightly. "I... I just wanted to be friends with you. I... I don't understand why you are so hostile towards me."

"Have I... offended you in any way before?"

Jiang Hua: "Does disliking someone need a reason?"

"Get away, you filthy thing."

Song Qingran's eyes suddenly turned red because of Jiang Hua's last words.

In front of the private room, Song Qingran, her eyes red, struggled to push the door open for Jiang Hua. As Jiang Hua walked in, the eyes of the men playing cards all turned to look at her. Besides their lust for Jiang Hua's beauty, the men were even more shocked that she had come to this birthday party…

The people present were several young ladies from prominent families who often gathered together, along with the eldest young master.

After all, Jiang Hua and Shen Bao'er are notoriously difficult to deal with, and they don't get along...

Although the two families have been friends for generations, it doesn't stop these two from fighting whenever they meet.

Shen Bao'er threw down her cards. "This is so boring, I'm not playing anymore."

"Why are you so late? I've been waiting for you for ages."

Jiang Hua's bag was placed on the rack hanging to the side. There was nothing valuable inside, and it wasn't even as expensive as a bag. But no matter how expensive it was, to Jiang Hua, it was just a bag.

"If you're not good at cards, don't play. Do you have too much money to burn? How much have you lost?"

Shen Bao'er said nonchalantly, "It's just the cost of a meal."

It seems like a lot. Last time, a meal cost 600,000 yuan, which Jiang Hua spent.

Ignoring all the gazes directed at her, Jiang Hua walked to the spot where Shen Bao'er had just been sitting and said, "Let's play a few more rounds and I'll help you win it back."

The noise level in the private room wasn't that high.

Shen Bao'er was surprised, but she couldn't hide the smug joy in her eyes, as if Jiang Hua had come to her aid. She pulled over a chair and sat down next to Jiang Hua, "I'd like to see what tricks you can pull."

Jiang Hua never expected that the enemy she hated most in her past life would be the one who helped her before she died. To this day, Jiang Hua still can't forget that when she was dying of heart failure, Shen Bao'er cried more sadly than anyone else.

She said, "No matter how much money I spend, I will cure you. You can't die so easily. If you die, who will I argue with in the future?"

"Jiang Hua, I won't allow you to die, do you hear me?"

That day…

Jiang Hua asked Shen Bao'er if there was anything she wanted to do, and she said she wanted to watch the stars with her, so Jiang Hua accompanied her to watch them.

She left the next day.

Jiang Hua disliked everyone, especially seeing her die a miserable death.

Jiang Hua has a pretty good memory; she's used to remembering cards, and she quickly won back all the money Shen Bao'er had lost.

I even helped her win enough for three meals.

Shen Bao'er hugged her and jumped around like a child.

But just like that, her useless body started to feel uncomfortable again.

"You lost, let's drink."

Song Qingran, dressed in a bright green cheongsam and with her hair in a bun, squatted on the ground opening a bottle of wine.

Jiang Hua only glanced at it and didn't pay any more attention to it.

Although she disliked Song Qingran, she didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

"Today is your first time attending my birthday party. Although you're late, you still have to drink a penalty shot."

"What are you standing there for, waiter? Don't you have any manners? Come and pour me some drinks!"

Song Qingran: "I'm here, Miss Shen."

Song Qingran immediately stood up, grabbed a bottle of beer, and poured two glasses for them.

Only then did Shen Bao'er realize that the person serving in the private room today was Song Qingran.

Shen Bao'er: "Isn't this our top liberal arts student? Why is he working in a place like this?"

"Don't you have a boyfriend who drives luxury cars and doesn't give you money to spend?"

Song Qingran spoke timidly, "Miss Shen, he... is not my boyfriend. I'm sorry about what happened last time, it was my fault, I apologize to you."

Today was her first day at work, and... there was a service fee of 500 yuan for serving VIP rooms, plus a corkage fee. She calculated that the corkage fee was 10,000 yuan, and she... really needed that 10,000 yuan.

For the sake of money, Song Qingran didn't want to upset them.

Shen Bao'er clicked her tongue. "Your words are really unpleasant." With that, she picked up the wine glass from Song Qingran's hand and poured it over her head.

The people nearby started to get excited and whistled.

"Sister Bao'er is awesome."

The beer was ice cold. Song Qingran exclaimed "Ah!" and then felt the icy beer seep into her skin through her clothes.

Shen Bao'er pushed her again.

Just then, the door to the private room was suddenly opened.

Shen Bao'er: "Jiang Hua, your dog is here."

Pei Zhan pursed his thin, cool lips, his deep eyes revealing coldness. The man took off his suit jacket and draped it over the woman. "Xiang Nan, take her out."

His voice was neither happy nor angry; it was very calm.

Only the Jiang family knew that he was angry.

Zuo Xiangnan glanced at Jiang Hua to the side, his meaning clear without words: today was likely to be a bloody battle.

Just then, Song Qingran stepped forward, blocking Pei Zhan's path and presumptuously confronting him, "...Miss Shen, please don't say that, Mr. Pei!"