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

Xu Qiulan wiped away her tears, "Miss, you're finally awake."

When Jiang Hua opened her eyes, she looked at the snow-white ceiling above her. The familiar smell of disinfectant reminded her of unpleasant things from her past life.

Jiang Hua sat up, and Xu Ma placed a pillow behind her back. "Are you still feeling unwell? Is there anything that's bothering you?" Jiang Hua subconsciously touched her wrist, but it was empty. She finally found her things on the bedside table, reached out and took the watch, and fastened the clasp.

Jiang Weiguo frowned. "What time is it? Is a watch more important than this? How many times have I told you to drink less alcohol and not to eat things you shouldn't? Do you have to end up on the operating table before you're satisfied?"

Jiang Hua's face was a little pale, and her long hair was also a bit messy, curly and hanging over her shoulders. She smiled nonchalantly, "Isn't everything perfectly fine?"

"I won't go next time."

"You! You want to do it again! After you married Pei Zhan, I thought you would restrain yourself, but I didn't expect... you've become even more outrageous. I think you don't want your life anymore."

Jiang Weiguo was panting heavily, and Jiang Hua was afraid that he would faint if he couldn't catch his breath any longer.

Jiang Hua said with worry in her eyes, "I know, I won't go next time. It's Bao'er's birthday, I swear this is the last time. I'm fine, aren't I? Maybe, if I'm lucky, I can live to be a hundred."

Jiang Hua knew that she was only saying these things to make him feel better, and that she herself... might not even live to see that time.

"You should go back quickly. I'll go back as soon as this IV drip is finished. I'll be fine with Aunt Xu here."

"Once you're discharged from the hospital, you can move back home. Pei Zhan is too busy with work to take care of you. You can go back when you've recovered and want to."

Jiang Hua nodded obediently.

Before turning around, Jiang Weiguo nudged Pei Zhan beside him and said, "Put some effort into it."

Pei Zhan nodded. "Yes, Chairman Jiang."

Jiang Hua glanced at the man standing by the bed, her gaze indifferent. The two looked at each other, and Pei Zhan couldn't discern any emotion in Jiang Hua's beautiful eyes. "Go back. I don't need you here."

A nurse nearby poured a glass of water. "Ms. Jiang, here's your water."

Pei Zhan stepped forward and took it, then walked to Jiang Hua's bedside and handed it to her. However, Jiang Hua didn't take it; instead, she picked up a magazine and started reading it. There was still an IV drip on the back of her hand, and she didn't seem worried about the needle going out. "I won't drink water that dirty thing brought me."

The man said, "Drink some water first to line your stomach. You need to take your medicine later, so you can't do it on an empty stomach."

Jiang Hua glanced at him, took the water, and then poured it at his feet right in front of him, not caring whether it wet his leather shoes or not. Anyway, by the time the glass of water was finished, Pei Zhan's suit trousers were already wet. "The water's gone, you filthy thing, you can get lost now."

The empty cup sat on the bedside table, ignoring the man's deep, displeased gaze, which was shrouded in darkness.

"When will you learn to respect the word?" His tone was slightly cold.

"What, you want revenge on me? Go ahead and try! If anything happens to me, my dad won't let you off the hook." Jiang Hua said recklessly, a smile on her face, as if only by doing so could she feel a little better.

Do you remember what I told you?

“If one day I see you wearing the suit I gave you on another woman, Pei Zhan… I will never buy you any other gifts in this lifetime. This is… my punishment for you.”

“Last night, you gave the suit I bought for you to Song Qingran.”

Pei Zhan's dark pupils suddenly narrowed.

Years later, Pei Zhan knelt on one knee, washing Mrs. Pei's feet, and finally received the first gift she had ever given him.

Years later, Mr. Pei, carrying the only gift Mrs. Pei had ever given him, went to see her…

"Get lost." Jiang Hua didn't look at him again, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Pei Zhan stood there for a while before leaving.

In a corner of the news magazine section, a report stated that a male corpse with a severed hand had been found under an overpass. The man appeared to be in his early thirties. Jiang Hua looked at the blurred photo; the corpse was swollen and pale, unrecognizable. However, she noticed a familiar gold watch on the corpse's hand, which she seemed to have seen somewhere before, though she couldn't quite place it.

Blossoming.

When Pei Zhan returned home, it was already one in the morning. As he entered the lobby, Song Qingran, wearing a white nightgown with a strawberry lace neckline, came downstairs, still sleepy-eyed. "Mr. Pei, you're back?"

Touching the light switch on the wall, one is greeted by a magnificent French-style décor and dazzling crystal chandeliers that illuminate the hundreds of square meters of the hall.

Jiang Hua: It's a riot of color, probably worth hundreds of millions, Pei Zhan... I never expected that a country bumpkin like you would actually spend money on a girl you love.

Pei Zhan noticed the suit Jiang Hua had given him, which was hanging on a hanger: "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I came downstairs to get a drink of water, but there was no water left in the room."

Pei Zhan placed the car keys on the dining table, went into the kitchen, and poured a glass of water from the water dispenser. "It's warm."

Song Qingran stared at the water in front of her for a moment before taking it with both hands. Her heart was in turmoil as she hurriedly took the water, drank more than half of it, and then finished it.

"anything else?"

Song Qingran shook her head, "No need, thank you Mr. Pei. I've already visited my mother, and she's doing very well now."

"Thank you so much."

"Go to sleep, you have school tomorrow."

He was so tall that Song Qingran could only look up at him. "What about you? If you don't go to sleep soon, it will be almost dawn outside."

"I'll wait a bit longer."

Song Qingran pursed her lips. "Alright then, Mr. Pei, goodnight."

Pei Zhan replied, "Okay, goodnight."

At three in the morning, outside the garden full of flowers, in the darkness, only the outline of a man's black figure could be seen, holding a cigarette that was still glowing a little red in his hand, exhaling a puff of white smoke that was instantly blown away by the wind.

Last night, after Pei Zhan left, Jiang Hua felt that she had recovered almost completely and pestered Xu Ma to complete the discharge procedures.

The first thing she did after being discharged from the hospital was to return to the garden, the marital home she shared with Pei Zhan. This time, unlike last time, it wasn't covered in dust; every corner was spotless.

Jiang Hua walked into the master bedroom, took scissors, and cut up all the clothes in the closet, including her carefully selected underwear. The bedroom was a mess, and the suit worth hundreds of thousands of yuan was reduced to pieces of rags.

Xu Qiulan was stunned when she saw this scene.

"Miss, why did you cut up all of Young Master Pei's suits?"

The wardrobe was long gone of Jiang Hua's clothes. She left without a trace, leaving nothing behind, except... the pomegranate tree she grew on the balcony, but it died less than a month after she planted it, and now it's probably just a stick left...

Last night's events weren't enough to vent Jiang Hua's anger. She grabbed a golf club from the living room and smashed the TV, the vase, the wine cabinet, and everything else she could...