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

"Song Qingran has been living the high life while you were away. I heard that she has already secured second place in the jewelry design competition held by the Jiang family. The prize money was originally 50,000 yuan, but now it has become 200,000 yuan. Your family is really generous to give it to such an outsider."

"It's only two hundred thousand, consider it a small bribe," Jiang Hua said nonchalantly.

Thinking of Song Qingran, Shen Bao'er couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Giving it to someone like that would be better to give it to my dog."

"Seeing her so early in the morning is really bad luck."

At the entrance of the large classroom across the street, Song Qingran was surrounded by people. Her hand was in a cast and bandaged. She treated all the classmates who came to show their concern with gentleness, "Thank you for your concern. I'm much better now."

Not long ago, Song Qingran accidentally injured her hand while using a mechanical tool.

"The results will be out tomorrow, and first place is definitely yours."

"Yes, we've seen all your designs. When Jiang's releases them, I'll definitely buy one. They're so beautiful."

Song Qingran smiled, her eyes crinkling like sunlight that could melt glaciers—warm yet dazzling. "Thank you for your support. I will work hard in the future."

Shen Bao'er: "These petty people who have gotten their way are really a bunch of country bumpkins."

"The competition tomorrow is being held at the Jiang Group. Are you going there tomorrow?"

Jiang Hua held her phone in her hand, not even looking up, and said, "Not interested."

"Alright then, I was thinking of helping you get back at her, but since you're not interested, forget it. Let's go shopping after dinner tonight. My brother will definitely leave halfway through, and then we'll go together."

Jiang Hua nodded.

Song Qingran's lips curled up slightly until she saw the figure walking past her in the crowd. Her gaze unconsciously fell on Jiang Hua, her eyes deep in thought, as if she were pondering something.

When the school bell rang, Xue Ruyao woke up the person who was still daydreaming, "Qingran, what are you looking at?"

Song Qingran quickly realized what was happening and shook her head. "It's nothing, let's go to class."

The morning classes ended quickly.

Jiang Hua was still in the classroom. Shen Bao'er had just made an appointment with her, but she was still practicing dance and would have to wait for her. She had also noticed that since her relationship with Shen Bao'er had improved, Shen Bao'er seemed to be clinging to her more and more, sending messages to Jiang Hua during class.

Just then, outside the classroom door, Song Qingran was holding a thermal lunchbox, looking for something in each classroom by herself.

Until she entered classroom 306 and saw Jiang Hua sitting in the first row, she walked over nervously and apprehensively.

"Senior Jiang Hua."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Hua felt as if she had heard a ghost's wail in the middle of the night. She frowned and looked at the person who came over. "What are you doing here?"

Song Qingran, with her bandaged hand and a thermos box in her hand, suddenly offered it to her. "Senior Jiang... I... I want to be friends with you. Senior Jiang... everything that happened before was my fault. I sincerely apologize to you now."

"Could you... after eating the desserts I made, please... forgive me... I learned how to make these from Aunt Chen for a long time?"

Jiang Hua asked in confusion, "Aunt Chen?"

Song Qingran bit her lip, her eyes darting around, as if there was something she didn't want her to know. She gave a hasty explanation, saying, "She's an auntie who lives next door to me. She taught me how to do it."

Seeing that she didn't refuse, Song Qingran quickly unzipped the insulated bag, took out the flower cakes she had made, and then unzipped another layer, revealing durian pastries and osmanthus cakes...

Jiang Hua noticed a large red mark on the back of Song Qingran's hand, as if it had been burned by oil. Seeing her actions, Jiang Hua lowered her eyes, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. She didn't know what it was, but she felt somewhat irritable.

"Senior Jiang, please try this, it's still hot."

Jiang Hua leaned back, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and looked up with an arrogant expression. "I don't eat food from strangers."

Song Qingran panicked and tried to explain, waving her hands, "Don't worry, it's very clean. I washed my hands and disinfected them. It won't make me sick, and there's no poison. If you don't believe me... I'll eat it and show you."

She picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth, deliberately eating it for Jiang Hua to see. She ate it very quickly, frowning as she swallowed it all. "I thought you were on a diet, so I only put in a little bit of sugar. It won't be very sweet."

Jiang Hua tilted her head, looking the person in front of her up and down. The way she looked at her was as if she were looking at an 'idiot'. But Song Qingran still looked at her expectantly.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Hua waved her hand, and all the exquisite pastries in front of her were swept to the ground.

Song Qingran froze on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the food.

"I have a phobia of stupidity, stay away from me, you filthy thing." Jiang Hua stood up indifferently and walked past her without looking at her, crushing the osmanthus cake under her feet.

Song Qingran was still in a daze, her mind filled with the look of disgust on Jiang Hua's face when she saw the pastries she had worked so hard to make all night being treated like this. Tears streamed down her face instantly. She squatted down and picked them up one by one, brushing off the layer of dust.

Elsewhere outside the classroom, Zuo Xiangnan protested, "Young Miss, that was indeed a bit too much."

Song Qingran wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her arm. Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a man in a black suit with straight trousers. The man squatted down, and Song Qingran looked at the person who had suddenly appeared beside her in surprise. "Mr. Pei."

Pei Zhan said, "You don't need to wrong yourself for anyone. Just do your own thing."

Did he see everything just now?

"I don't understand why she hates me so much. I just want to apologize to her for what happened last time."

Pei Zhan helped her pick up the snacks from the ground, tidied them up, and stood up, exuding a chilling aura.

Because people with the surname Jiang have never had a heart.

Pei Zhan grabbed Song Qingran's hand, holding the girl's slender fingertips, and frowned as he looked at the burn wound on the back of her hand. "Has it been treated with medicine?"

Song Qingran: "Aunt Chen applied the medicine to my wound."

Pei Zhan: "Remember not to get it wet."

“I remember, Mr. Pei.” Sensing the ambiguous and unusual atmosphere between the two, she quickly withdrew her hand. “Mr. Pei, can you tell me where my brother went? I haven’t seen him in a long time.”

Pei Zhan didn't answer her question, but simply said, "Study hard."

Just as Jiang Hua was about to go to the training building to wait for Shen Bao'er, Zuo Xiangnan suddenly appeared, holding a handbag in his hand. "Miss, Chairman Jiang asked me to come and deliver books to you."

"And the message I sent you this morning, Miss, you're memorizing something this morning. There's a competition tomorrow... Just a reminder, Miss, don't be late."

Jiang Hua: "...Your master is in such a hurry to appease his mistress now?"