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

"If you want to eat anything, come with me to the market."

I don't know what you like to eat.

Jiang Hua had never been to a vegetable market before, let alone knew what they were like. Even if she were presented with a pile of leafy green vegetables, she might not be able to recognize them all.

The moment Pei Zhan said that, Jiang Hua's idea of ​​having him buy groceries and cook disappeared. Back when Pei Zhan was still a company employee, Jiang Hua would often go to his rented room to bother him. At that time, his living conditions were quite difficult; he only had one room and one bathroom, and there wasn't even a living room.

Jiang Hua was tired from playing at the bar and club and didn't want to go back, so she went to find him nearby.

However, Jiang Hua couldn't stay in such a terrible environment for a whole day. She would only stay for one night before returning. The walls were covered in stains, the water pipes were rusty, and the faucets were dripping. Thinking back, Jiang Hua didn't know how she could have fallen asleep in such an environment.

She had only eaten his cooking twice, and it tasted good.

"Have you ever seen a master make a servant cook, or have the master accompany him to the market?"

"How can you not recognize your own place?"

"Never mind..." After saying that, Jiang Hua suddenly lost interest in him. She stood up and said, "Go back. Seeing you is just a downer."

"I'm going to sleep for a while longer. Don't let me see you when I wake up."

Jiang Hua planned to have Xu Ma bring her food over, since she wouldn't eat at those unclean restaurants downstairs anyway.

However, less than half an hour later, the aroma of delicious food seeped into Jiang Hua's room through the crack in the door. Smelling the fragrance, Jiang Hua opened her drowsy eyes, still somewhat sleepy. She got up, threw off the covers, and barefoot, opened the door to find a tall, slender man in a black suit wearing an apron cooking in the kitchen.

Just seeing a glimpse of her back, Jiang Hua was momentarily dazed.

When she entered the living room, she found that he had tidied it up very cleanly.

When a dish was ready, the man turned around. By the time Jiang Hua saw his face clearly, she had recovered and walked towards the dining table. She sat down, and for a moment, their eyes met without her saying a word. The table was set with bowls and chopsticks. As Jiang Hua picked up her chopsticks, Pei Zhan came over, put down a plate of vegetables, and grabbed her hand. "Go wash your hands first."

Jiang Hua looked at him sharply, "Did I give you permission to touch me?"

Pei Zhan pressed his thin lips together into a tight arc, his eyes deep and mysterious.

He loosened his grip slightly, and Jiang Hua slipped from his hand. She picked up her chopsticks and took a bite of the vegetables. As soon as she ate it, Jiang Hua frowned and immediately spat it out. "It's really disgusting."

Jiang Hua didn't give him a friendly look. She put down her chopsticks, stood up, and said, "Keep these awful dishes and pack them up to take back to your Song Qingran. Oh, and remember to clean up the living room and kitchen, including all this trash, so I don't see it again."

As soon as Jiang Hua finished speaking, the beeping sound of a password being entered came from outside the door. Then the door opened, and Xu Qiulan, holding a thermos, saw the person inside and exclaimed, "Miss? Did Young Master Pei make this?"

"Miss, since Young Master Pei has already cooked for you, what about me..."

Jiang Hua stepped forward with a mournful look in her eyes, "Xu Ma's cooking is awful. If you hadn't come soon, I would have starved to death."

Xu Qiulan walked over and saw several dishes on the dining table. "Aren't these all the dishes that Miss loves to eat?"

"Ugh, this is awful. Who knows if he poisoned the food?"

"Look at you, Miss, you're not wearing shoes again. Hurry up and put them on." Xu Qiulan put down the thermos and hurriedly went to the shoe cabinet to get a pair of slippers for her. Jiang Hua put them on somewhat reluctantly.

Pei Zhan untied his apron and hung it aside. He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Jiang Hua took the food and went back to her room.

I thought that the relationship between the two of them getting together had eased, but it turns out that it's still as tense as before.

When Xu Qiulan saw the dishes on the table, she picked up an unused pair of chopsticks and tasted them. After just one bite, she shook her head. "Young Master Pei, Miss is not as good as before. She has many dietary restrictions. She doesn't like MSG or anything too salty."

"And this sweet and sour pork ribs, the young lady doesn't like it too sweet."

Xu Qiulan pointed out a few shortcomings, but Pei Zhan didn't say anything. He nodded and said, "I understand."

Seeing that he still had some sincerity towards Jiang Hua, Xu Qiulan said a few more words, "If Young Master Pei really wants to be good to Miss, I can tell you about Miss's habits, but how much you can remember is up to you."

Pei Zhan: "No need. Accompanying her today is also Chairman Jiang's idea."

"For the next period of time, I will still focus most of my attention on the company."

Hearing her say that, Xu Qiulan's goodwill towards him dropped a bit. Indeed... a man with ambition will always neglect his wife at home.

Xu Qiulan said, “Taking care of the young lady is indeed quite complicated and cannot be taken lightly. It’s getting late, so Mr. Pei can go and attend to his own business. I’ll keep an eye on things here.”

Pei Zhan's dishes were all thrown into the trash can by the servants.

Pei Zhan remembered his suit jacket was still in the room. He pushed open the door and saw Jiang Hua lying on the tatami mat, her legs bent, a book resting on her lap. She was reading while drinking porridge from a bowl. Jiang Hua turned her head to look at the person who had entered. Her hair was tied up and draped smoothly over her shoulders, with two strands of curled hair beside her ears. When she looked at him, her eyes were indifferent and devoid of any emotion. Pei Zhan had never seen her take off the watch on her wrist, except when she was bathing or sleeping…

With just one glance, Jiang Hua looked away.

A sudden sharp pain shot through her shoulder, making her unable to exert any strength. The porcelain spoon fell to the ground, her gaze remaining fixed on the book.

"Aunt Xu, I dropped my spoon."

A response came from the living room, "Coming, Miss."

Jiang Hua was engrossed in watching when she suddenly saw a figure walk over, squat down beside her, wrap the broken spoon in a tissue, and throw it into the trash can.

"You're quite the actor, you country bumpkin."

"You fooled my dad with this act?"

Pei Zhan said, "I'm just following orders. After all, Miss is very generous and gave me a million dollars for free. So naturally, I have to do things to satisfy her."

Jiang Hua raised an eyebrow. "It's good that you don't have any other intentions. Someone like you is someone I could never like."

"You don't like me, but you like Ji Liangchuan?"

"How come Miss Jiang can't even keep the man she likes? Is it because she didn't offer enough money, or... can't he tolerate Miss Jiang's spoiled and willful personality?"

"Shut up!" Jiang Hua threw the bowl at him.