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

On the way back, the sky quickly darkened, and the air was damp, as if a heavy rain was about to fall that night.

As Jiang Hua stepped into the elevator, she suddenly felt her heart pound again, making it hard for her to breathe.

At 10:30 p.m., Wen Huaishi had just returned from the hospital after surgery, holding the hand of a girl in a floral dress who was hugging a teddy bear. "Daddy, look! Isn't that a pretty lady over there?"

Wen Huaishi looked over and saw a figure leaning against the wall, clutching her chest. He walked over, but before he could get close, a man in the shadows lit up the ash on his cigarette, took the last puff, and then, with his expensive leather shoes stepping on the still-burning crimson embers, he scooped Jiang Hua up the moment she lost consciousness.

When Wen Huaishi saw the man who suddenly appeared, with his arrogant eyes and imposing aura, he had seen it more than once.

"You scoundrel, what are you going to do to this pretty lady!"

Wen Huaishi called out to her, "A-Yuan, you can't be rude."

"We only met briefly last time, so I don't know your name yet."

Pei Zhan walked past Wen Huaishi without glancing at him, saying, "You're not worthy."

What an impolite guy.

Acting on his doctor's instincts, Wen Huaishi turned around and warned, "She suddenly developed bradycardia and needs to be taken to the hospital immediately. Given her current condition, she cannot drink alcohol. Alcohol can damage her blood vessels and heart."

Wen Huaishi received no response.

Pei Zhan cupped Jiang Hua's face, letting her lean back in the seat beside him, then helped her fasten her seatbelt before walking around the front of the car, sitting in the driver's seat, and driving to the best People's Hospital.

When the surgeon emerged from the operating room, he was wearing a pocket, but it couldn't hide the seriousness in his eyes. "Are you a family member of the patient?"

Pei Zhan: "Yes."

The doctor showed him the report. "The patient has a serious heart problem and it's best for him to stay in the hospital for observation during this period. Our recommendation is that if a suitable heart becomes available within these three months, a heart transplant should be performed as soon as possible."

"If you were his brother, you'd keep an eye on her. Knowing her own problems, she still goes drinking. Does she even want to live?"

"They simply don't care about their own bodies."

"Go pay the bill first, and then pick up the medicine at the pharmacy later."

Pei Zhan's expression remained somewhat blank.

When Jiang Hua was wheeled out of the operating room and taken to the VIP ward, she was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, wearing a hospital gown and an oxygen mask.

The nurse beside her folded up the sexy black halter dress she had changed out of and placed it aside. There was also a watch that had been worn for a long time. The leather strap was worn out. It was the watch that Jiang Hua, who always liked new things and tired of old ones, had worn the longest. Even Pei Zhan rarely saw her take it off.

Pei Zhan, carrying the medicine he had just brought back, stood by the hospital bed, his gaze fixed on her rare peaceful and serene sleeping state. She... the aloof Jiang Hua, only when lying in a hospital bed, on the verge of death, would that arrogant and disdainful aura of others disappear.

The doctor's warning echoed in her ears: "If this happens a third time, surgery won't be of any use then. Take advantage of the time and take the patient out for some good food."

Everything is just beginning.

How could I let you end it so easily?

Even if it means death... leave behind what doesn't belong to you.

However, Pei Zhan took out his phone, put it to his ear, and said something to the person on the other end. He only gave one instruction. After that, a middle-aged man in a black suit, who looked to be in his forties, walked into the ward carrying a suitcase. There were two foreign bodyguards guarding the door.

After the ward door closed, the middle-aged man took out his briefcase, took out a small syringe containing blue liquid, and slowly injected it into the neck of the unconscious Jiang Hua. She quickly responded.

"...The effects of the cardiac stimulant injection will wake Miss Jiang within half an hour." The other person had the facial features of an Asian man, but spoke broken, disjointed Chinese. Then the middle-aged man continued, "Last night, the master called from France. He's giving you two years to resolve everything in China. If... by then the young master, as the heir of the Huo family, hasn't returned, the master will personally intervene and help you get rid of the Jiang family, including... this unimportant woman."

The daughter of the Jiang family is not yet qualified to become a young mistress.

Two years is enough time for Pei Zhan to end everything here.

“The heart stimulant is worth billions. If the young master really hates this woman, there is no need to waste such a dirty and expensive drug on her.”

Pei Zhan's face remained expressionless. "I will handle the Jiang family's affairs personally. Whether she is important or not is not for you to judge." But in the depths of his eyes, there was another emotion.

"I have overstepped my bounds, I apologize."

Pei Zhan: "Get out."

"Yes."

Jiang Hua developed a low-grade fever during the night, which was a reaction to the medication.

After she got through it, she suddenly heard a noise that she found a bit noisy.

“If anything happens to my daughter, I will never forgive any of you.”

"Sir, please calm down. This is a hospital, please do not disturb other patients. Miss Jiang only has a slight fever and will wake up soon."

"Didn't the doctor say back then that it wouldn't recur? Find me that doctor from back then..."

Nurse: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang, the doctor who performed Ms. Jiang's surgery back then has been abroad for five years, and we haven't been able to contact him."

Jiang Weiguo's face was gloomy and heavy.

Seeing that he didn't say anything more, the nurse, feeling uneasy, immediately took the medical tray and went out.

In the room, Xu Ma sat on the hospital bed with slightly red eyes, wiping the back of Jiang Hua's hand with a damp towel.

"How could she have a relapse? Didn't I tell you to watch over her?"

Pei Zhan still lowered his stance in front of Jiang Weiguo, saying, "She went to a bar and had a drink with the Shen family's daughter. When I found out, Huahua was already like this. Seeing that her condition was not right, I took her to the hospital."

Why would she go to a bar for no reason?

Pei Zhan: "Birthday party."

Jiang Weiguo frowned but didn't say anything more. Usually, no matter how much Jiang Hua messed around, Jiang Weiguo would turn a blind eye as long as she was alright.

But now... Jiang Weiguo is afraid that what happened back then will happen again.

When she was ten years old, Huahua was in a car accident and lay in a hospital bed for three years. If it weren't for the fact that the Jiang family had some wealth and spent several million a year to keep her alive, she would have died long ago when she was thirteen.

She eventually found a suitable heart, allowing her to survive. Eight years later, Jiang Hua is now twenty-one years old…

Seeing his daughter lying unconscious with her eyes closed, how could Jiang Weiguo not worry? Jiang Hua was the daughter he had doted on and spoiled. Except for the last time, Jiang Weiguo had never laid a hand on her. But now... Jiang Weiguo's anxious and uneasy feelings began to resurface.

He feared that the same mistake would happen again, just like it did eight years ago…

Now, the Jiang family only has this one bloodline left. Without Jiang Hua, all the schemes that Jiang Weiguo painstakingly carried out are meaningless.

"It's so noisy..." came the voice from the bed.