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

"Who do you think you are!" Jiang Hua stood up, looking at him coldly, her finger poking his chest, and said, word by word, "Back then, I only took a liking to you as a substitute for him. Did you really think that with your background, I would even give you a second glance?"

“Pei Zhan, let me tell you, you’re not even worthy to carry his shoes. Get out of my house right now, and I never want to see you again.”

After washing the dishes, Aunt Xu rushed over. "Miss, why are you angry again? Sit down quickly, it's alright, it's alright..." she hurriedly comforted her.

"Young Master Pei..."

"Aunt Xu, you're not allowed to call him that anymore. He doesn't deserve it!"

Xu Qiulan hesitated, then listened to Jiang Hua's words and pursed her lips, saying, "Mr. Pei, Miss is still young. You know she has a weak heart and can't handle any stress. Why did you say those things and make her feel uncomfortable?"

"Get out! I want you to get out, do you hear me!" Jiang Hua picked up the cushion in her hand and threw it at him.

Pei Zhan turned and left. Jiang Hua's emotions were clearly off. She clutched her chest and gasped for breath. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hardly control herself.

Xu Ma quickly gave her the medicine, and it took a while for Jiang Hua to recover.

The name 'Ji Liangchuan' is taboo for her.

At night, the flowers are in full bloom.

Pei Zhan returned home reeking of alcohol. The white tiles under his feet reflected the magnificent and expensive crystal chandelier overhead. Upon hearing the car, Song Qingran immediately came downstairs, as if she had been waiting for him.

"Mr. Pei, why did you drink so much? Are you alright?"

Song Qingran stepped forward to help him up, but Pei Zhan brushed her hand away, saying, "I'm fine. Why aren't you resting yet at this hour?"

“I… I lost my bracelet. It was a gift from my sister. I’ve been looking for it for a long time but I can’t find it. I wanted to ask Mr. Pei if he has seen it.”

Pei Zhan knew that Zhou Yan had recognized Song Qingran as her younger sister.

"Did you leave it at the company?"

Song Qingran shook her head dejectedly. "I forgot too. Mr. Pei, could you help me think of a way? This necklace was the first gift my sister gave me." When she looked at Pei Zhan, her eyes were filled with pleading. At the beginning, Song Qingran disliked Pei Zhan, but now... her resistance to him has slowly been let go. Even without realizing it, her heart has gradually begun to trust and rely on him.

"Okay, I understand. I'll have someone in the company keep an eye out for you and give you an answer tomorrow."

"Go and rest."

Song Qingran nodded vigorously. With his approval, the gloom in her eyes began to dissipate. She was still a little worried about him. "Mr. Pei, are you really alright? Otherwise, I'll make you a bowl of hangover soup."

“When my brother used to go out for business dinners, he would often get drunk, and I would always make him a hangover soup.”

Pei Zhan: "No need to trouble yourself."

Song Qingran said, "It's alright. You've helped me so much, so this is my way of repaying you. Go sit on the sofa for a while, five minutes..." She held out her hand to him, indicating a number, and said, "I'll bring it to you in five minutes."

Wearing slippers, Song Qingran ran into the kitchen. She took out ingredients from the refrigerator and made a tomato hangover soup. She added some ice cubes, making it not too cold and with a moderate flavor. She held it awkwardly in both hands, bent down and placed it in front of Pei Zhan. She squatted down and looked up at him, "Mr. Pei, please try it."

Pei Zhan: "Who taught you this?" he asked in a deep voice.

Song Qingran said, "I invented it myself, and my brother said it tastes good." The word "brother" slipped out, but she subconsciously felt that she shouldn't have mentioned it in front of him, and she hurriedly covered her lips.

Several times when she mentioned her brother, the man in front of her got very angry, and over time, Song Qingran stopped daring to do it.

Seeing her reaction, Pei Zhan reached out and picked up the bowl, drinking it all in one gulp. "I'm done drinking. I have official business to attend to later. Go upstairs and get some sleep now."

Song Qingran: "I understand, Mr. Pei. I'll go and rest now. If you feel unwell, please let me know."

Good night, Mr. Pei.

Pei Zhan responded to her, "Okay."

Song Qingran stood up and went back upstairs. Standing on the stairs, she turned and glanced at him…

"Young Master, is it that you can't accept that someone like Jiang Hua also has someone she cares about and likes?" A middle-aged man dressed in French style walked out of the darkness, speaking in broken English.

"You seem to know everything about me."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, “I have served the master for many years and am the closest person to him. I know what the master is thinking with every move he makes and every look he gives. Even the eldest son is no exception.”

"Young Master, you're still too soft-hearted."

"This girl is kind-hearted. If you like her, when we return to France, the master will consider letting her stay by your side to serve you. However, she... is not worthy of leaving behind any offspring of the Huo family. Once she inherits everything from the Huo family, that arrogant young lady of the Jiang family will never look down on you again. If the master finds out what happened today, breaking her hand wouldn't be an exaggeration."

“Young Master, you should listen to me. There’s a saying in China: ‘A swift knife cuts through a mess.’ Since you’ve decided to do something, why not… steel yourself and resolve this matter completely?”

Pei Zhan, “…”

Seeing his hesitation, the middle-aged man lowered his head and said, "...Young Master, please get some rest."

...

One week later.

Jiang Hua stayed indoors, only reading and drawing, and didn't go anywhere until she got tired of staying at home and prepared to go back to school.

When Jiang Weiguo saw the person coming downstairs, he asked, "I heard from Aunt Xu that you and Pei Zhan had another fight?"

Jiang Hua was eating a piece of toast with a cup of warm milk in front of her. "I've only recently started to feel a little better, so don't mention his name in front of me, it's bad luck."

During this period, Pei Zhan has been visiting Yulong Bay more frequently.

Knowing he was coming, Jiang Hua had no desire to see him. As soon as he arrived, she went back to her room. This time, she didn't hide anything from her father. She threw away all of Pei Zhan's clothes, blankets, and bed in the room she shared with him and replaced them with new ones.

Even those wedding photos, not a single one remains now, Jiang Hua burned them all. The garden area was also burned to the ground long ago. Except for the marriage certificate, which she kept for divorce purposes, she still kept it in the corner of a drawer and never touched it.

"Pei Zhan will come to pick you up for school in a bit."

"If he comes over, I won't go back to school."

"You child! I'm doing this for your own good. If you continue like this with Pei Zhan, how will you live your life in the future?"

“If we can’t make it work, then we won’t. Dad likes him so much, just let him move in and I’ll move out. That way you won’t nag me every day.”

Jiang Weiguo immediately compromised, "Alright, alright, you little rascal, Dad was wrong. I'll call Pei Zhan right now and tell him he doesn't need to come over."

No matter how much Jiang Weiguo admires Pei Zhan, he is still an outsider in the end. They are related by blood, and he only has one daughter.

Pei Zhan received the call, but he hadn't left the house yet, which was within his expectations.

The study door opened, and a girl in white pajamas, rubbing her eyes, walked past him. Pei Zhan continued on the phone, "...No trouble at all, Chairman Jiang!"

In the end, it was Wang Qi who sent Jiang Hua to the school.

When they arrived at the school gate, Jiang Hua was looking down at her phone, unaware that a car was parked across the street…

The piercing gaze from inside the car was fixed on her.

In the school classroom corridor.

Shen Bao'er was seething with anger, followed by several of her close girlfriends.

"That Jiang Hua, she actually complained to my brother! I was so nice to her before, I'm so angry!"

He complained, but when he actually saw Jiang Hua...

Bao'er, wearing high heels, walked up to Jiang Hua and immediately took her arm. "Jiang Hua!"

Hearing someone calling her name, Jiang Hua looked up and saw the person rushing towards her angrily.

"You have no conscience at all. I kindly invited you to come out and have fun, and you still sent messages to my brother."

"If you keep doing this, I won't talk to you next time."

Jiang Hua knew that Shen Bao'er had been confined by Shen Yebai.

She heard about this from Shen Yebai when they had dinner together the day before yesterday.

“I know you’re holding a grudge, so I picked out a gift for you to make amends.” Jiang Hua released her hand and took out a black rectangular jewelry box from her bag.

Shen Bao'er's eyes lit up, and she pouted, "At least you still have some conscience."

When Shen Bao'er opened the jewelry box, she saw a very plain bracelet inside. She frowned, but when she thought that it was a gift from Jiang Hua, she became happy. "It's a bit ugly, but it's a gift from you, so I'll accept it reluctantly."

As people came up the corridor stairs, Xue Ruyao grabbed Song Qingran and said excitedly, "Qingran, you haven't been to school for so long, I've missed you so much."

"How's the Jiang Group doing? Are they treating you well?"

How much salary do you get paid per month?

Song Qingran timidly extended one finger.

Everyone around was shocked. "Ten thousand yuan! My God!"

“My parents work at a company and don’t earn that much in a month.”

"Qingran, I really envy you. You're amazing."

Hearing these words, Shen Bao'er couldn't help but roll her eyes. "She got into the company by relying on a man. What's there to brag about? All day long, she acts like a little white flower. I don't know who she's trying to fool here!"

Song Qingran's gaze shifted, and she suddenly noticed a bracelet lying in the jewelry box in Shen Bao'er's hand. "This bracelet..."

"Miss Shen, may I ask where you got this bracelet?"

"This bracelet looks a lot like the one I lost. Can I take a look at it?"

"It's very important to me!"

Upon seeing her approach, Shen Bao'er, without saying a word, slapped Song Qingran across the face...