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

Jiang Hua used rest as an excuse to hang up the phone.

Jiang's Jewelry Group.

President's office.

Sitting opposite Pei Zhan was a man in a royal blue suit, wearing glasses, with a charmingly sinister look. He was the design director of the Jiang Group's jewelry division.

Xu Zhoulan picked up the chicken soup next to him and took a few sips. He then threw a document on the coffee table on the sofa. "It seems that Jiang Hua has become smarter after the car accident. She's not as stupid as I thought. She has already started looking for people to keep an eye on Fan Hua Si Jin's every move."

"You've kept Song Qingran hidden for three years, but you still couldn't hide her in the end. The eldest daughter of the Jiang family isn't as stupid as I thought."

"It would have been better to listen to me and send them abroad. Once the Jiang family was completely under your control, you could have brought them back from abroad."

"Given her personality, the fact that she hasn't made a sound or caused trouble at the company is already giving you a lot of face."

Pei Zhan: "..."

Seeing that he remained silent, Xu Zhoulan smugly savored the chicken soup, "But I am curious, after entering this company, you went to great lengths to get close to Jiang Hua from the very beginning."

"By now, she can't live without you. Even a block of ice should melt by now. After all these years, have you really not been moved at all?"

Who is Jiang Hua?

The little princess of a conglomerate in the capital city, the families that want to marry into the Jiang family can stretch from China to France. She is pampered all her life, has never suffered any hardship, and gets whatever she wants.

Since marrying Pei Zhan, the little princess has settled down, rarely leaving the house and becoming a virtuous wife.

Pei Zhan got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Standing on the 59th floor, he looked at the night view outside the window. The streets were still brightly lit at 2:30 a.m.

The man's tall, slender figure was reflected in the gleaming floor-to-ceiling window.

His handsome, deep-set features were both austere and captivating.

Before Jiang Hua came along, she was always sought after by women in the company, and there were always many who fawned over her and tried to please her.

Pei Zhan lit a cigarette, inhaled and exhaled smoke, and the smell of smoke quickly dissipated.

Pei Zhan: "Feelings are not a necessity. We have the same goal. You don't need to know too much about the rest."

Xu Zhoulan smiled and stood up. "Then I'll wait and see."

"But I must remind you, women are irrational creatures. You'd better watch your little heart and not let Jiang Hua bully you."

"The Jiang family... is capable of anything."

A dark glint flashed in Pei Zhan's eyes: "..."

Xu Zhoulan: "Alright, I should go too. You're working yourself to death for a little money. If I stay with you any longer, I'll just die of overwork sooner or later."

Xu Zhoulan turned and walked to the door, saying without stopping, "By the way, this chicken soup really tastes good. It would be a shame if you didn't try it."

Pei Zhan's deep gaze fell upon the documents on the table; they contained information about a detective agency…

These days, Pei Zhan is working overtime as usual.

Jiang Hua has recovered enough to get out of bed and walk without a wheelchair.

It was a bright and sunny morning. Jiang Hua was watering the flowers on the balcony when her cell phone, which was placed on the balcony window, vibrated. It was an unknown number calling.

Jiang Hua answered the call.

Strangely, the call was disconnected after only three seconds.

Seeing that the place of origin was not the capital, Jiang Hua had a vague idea of ​​who it was.

She casually put her phone aside.

blooming flowers

The ground was a mess, and the servants were cleaning up. The food on the ground was fresh, and the spilled soup was still steaming. Just a few minutes ago, a fierce argument had taken place here.

Pei Zhan kept many of his important documents in his study, and he also worked here most of the time in order to keep an eye on Song Qingran.

Pei Zhan pinched the bridge of his nose, and when the phone next to him lit up, he subconsciously glanced at it.

It was a message from my assistant.

Zuo Xiangnan: "President Pei, we've investigated and confirmed everything. All the documents and information have been sent to your email address."

Pei Zhan put down his phone again, suddenly feeling agitated. He walked to the French windows and lit a cigarette.

Six months ago, Jiang Hua said she wanted a child, so the two of them had been trying to conceive, and he hadn't smoked for a long time.

Now the third child is gone too…

Pei Zhan no longer needs to take a vow.

Jiang Hua had barely put her phone down for half a minute when another call came in.

This time, she didn't answer immediately. Looking at the number, she saw it was a call from a detective agency. After Jiang Hua answered, the other party suddenly told her, "I'm sorry, Ms. Jiang, we can no longer serve you in this case due to other reasons. Please find someone else."

"We will refund the fee to you."

He hung up the phone before Jiang Hua could speak.

Jiang Hua held her phone, her cool eyes lost in thought.

Pei Zhan, you actually knew all along, didn't you?

So... this time it was you who gave me a warning?

Are you telling me to stop investigating?

You just wanted to protect Song Qingran!

Because of the car accident, Jiang Hua's heart was damaged. Now, whenever her emotions fluctuate, her heart will feel intense pain.

Jiang Hua closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried her best to suppress her emotions.

There are some things she never dares to think about too much, because if she thinks about them too much, her heart will be overwhelmed.

That car accident was like a nightmare for her.

The firelight left many scars on her body. To cover them up, Jiang Hua wore a long-sleeved black velvet dress with a hem that reached her ankles.

The weather was fairly nice, and beams of light shone through the car window onto Jiang Hua's stunning profile, her beautiful eyes filled with a coldness.

She crossed her arms and looked out the car window at the scenery.

After driving for about forty-five minutes, the car finally stopped at a villa in a bustling area.

A grand European-style villa, like a castle, in this era, only the Jiang family could own such a magnificent villa.

After Jiang Hua returned home.

Jiang Weiguo, the father, was wearing a breathable Chinese-style cotton and linen long gown and a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. He sat at the dining table and said, "I thought you had gotten married and had long forgotten about your father."

The maid took the bag from Jiang Hua's hand, and she walked over and sat down next to him. "How could that be! In Hua Hua's heart, Daddy will always be number one."

Jiang Weiguo's serious face quickly broke into a smile. "You only say things like that when you need something from me. So, tell me... what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

"Is it because you don't have enough money? What happened to the gold card I gave you last time? It had 30 million in it as your dowry, why haven't you used it?"

The gold card is linked to Jiang Weiguo's account. If Jiang Hua moves any money in it, he will receive a deduction notification.

Jiang Weiguo has always doted on his only daughter, and he has never set limits on the amount of money in the family.

Jiang Hua is also a playful person who spends money like water. For her eighteenth birthday party, she spent more than five million yuan at the Heaven on Earth nightclub, which made the front page of entertainment news.

Jiang Weiguo didn't even blink.

Facing reporters, Jiang Weiguo made even more boastful remarks…