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

Zhou Yan left the company, and someone had to take her place to complete the work. A high-level meeting was held temporarily, and they have been working overtime ever since.

Underground Parking Lot.

Zuo Xiangnan received a phone call unexpectedly.

Regarding the situation at Huayuan, the house was just transferred to Jiang Hua today.

However, just a few hours later, Jiang Hua found another buyer and sold the house to someone else at a low price.

The Jiang family also has investments in the real estate industry and has collaborated with this company.

Zuo Xiangnan thought that the relationship between President Pei and the young lady had always been strained, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they would never see each other again.

The garden was given to the eldest young lady again.

This is such a small matter, it's not worth troubling President Pei any further.

On the construction team's side, Zuo Xiangnan made a decision on his own and stopped the renovation.

Thinking back to how vicious Jiang Hua had been, setting the house on fire and burning everything to the ground, Zuo Xiangnan rushed to the scene as soon as he heard the news. He felt that Jiang Hua was 'vicious' beyond redemption.

Fortunately, no one in that building was injured or killed; otherwise, Jiang Hua would have been guilty even if she died a hundred times over.

Pei Zhan's eyes showed weariness as he pinched the space between his eyebrows. "Is there anything else?"

Zuo Xiangnan spoke up, "Are we going to the hospital to see Miss Song?"

"She left the hospital without permission today, but fortunately her bodyguards found her in time. She's still throwing a tantrum in the hospital."

"Miss Song, it seems... you know something."

Pei Zhan opened his eyes. "How is it now?"

"Two hours ago, Ms. Song was given a sedative injection."

"Go to the hospital."

"Yes, Mr. Pei."

Jing'an Private Hospital.

Beside the hospital bed, the girl slept peacefully, clutching a photograph tightly in her hand—a group photo of the Song family of three.

Song's father passed away early, and the photo only shows Song's mother, a family portrait of Song Qingran and Lu Yuanzhou.

Zuo Xiangnan waited outside the door, making sure to close it carefully.

A bedside lamp was lit, its dim light illuminating the man's sculpted and deep features. Pei Zhan stood by the bed and reached out to touch the girl's forehead.

I still have a slight fever, but it's much better than before.

Feeling the touch of her forehead, Song Qingran's eyelids trembled slightly. Then, the girl opened her eyes and saw the man standing by the bed.

Song Qingran didn't know when it started, but she was no longer very afraid of him.

When Song Qingran first met him, he seemed mysterious and unapproachable.

He also had a strong desire to control her, and wouldn't allow anyone to touch her.

At the age of sixteen, Song Qingran received her first love letter.

The words of love, which were so sweet they made one blush, made her turn red, but she still rejected them.

Later, he found out about it.

He remained silent with a cold expression, but his presence frightened Song Qingran into tears. With him standing naked in front of her, Song Qingran dared not utter a word.

The next day, when she returned to school, the boy was gone.

Song Qingran met him, and now, in the blink of an eye, countless years have passed.

They've spent most of these years arguing, because Song Qingran knows he has a wife…

Song Qingran: "Mr. Pei, has something happened to my brother?"

“I’ve been calling my brother a lot lately, but he hasn’t answered. My brother never ignores my calls.”

"Mr. Pei, I beg you, please let me see my brother."

Song Qingran lifted the covers and got out of bed. There were some bruises on the back of her hand from the IV drip, which had left marks from the needle moving around.

She knelt on both knees, clutching the man's hand, pleading desperately.

Pei Zhan looked into her eyes and was momentarily dazed.

"Get some rest tonight. Once you've recovered, I'll take you to see him."

Song Qingran smiled through her tears, "Thank you, Mr. Pei."

It's too late.

Pei Zhan spent the night in the adjacent room where he was staying with his partner. He took off his suit jacket and sat on the edge of the bed. His phone accidentally slipped and fell to the floor. When he picked it up, his finger accidentally touched the message page.

This phone is Pei Zhan's business phone, not his personal phone. Usually, when there are important matters at the company, Xiang Nan relays them to him. In the past, he used it to answer calls from Jiang Hua.

The message page had only five messages, one of which was very noticeable; he had noted Jiang Hua's name in the notes.

Jiang Hua: If you don't come back tonight, Pei Zhan, I'm telling you, you're dead!

This message was sent almost half a year ago.

Jiang Hua: Who do you think you are! I only ever saw you as a substitute for him. Did you really think that with your background, I'd even give you a second glance?

"Pei Zhan, let me tell you, you're not even worthy to carry his shoes..."

Recalling Jiang Hua's words in his mind, the last remaining warmth in the man's eyes instantly turned cold.

...

Overseas, King, a jewelry brand under the Huo Family Grand Group, has opened a branch in Beijing, mainland China.

They came on strong and quickly snatched away most of Jiang's important core customers.

Overnight, the Jiang family's fortunes plummeted.

Jiang Weiguo looked at the financial statements for the month, his expression not very pleasant.

But after all, this is the Huo family's property, and even if the Jiang family wanted to be acquired, they probably wouldn't have the qualifications.

In the hall, Jiang Weiguo, his face flushed with anger, slammed down the reports and documents in his hand. "I think their desire for cooperation is a pretense; their real intention is to bleed the Jiang family dry."

"If this continues, the Jiang family will have no choice but to lay off employees in order to achieve a balance between income and expenditure as much as possible."

"You, quickly have them come up with a decision-making plan for me."

"By the way, did you find out who their newly appointed design director is?"

Pei Zhan: "Zhou Yan."

Jiang Weiguo's brows furrowed even more deeply. "How could it be her?"

Immediately afterwards, Pei Zhan brought over another document, before he could even speak.

Then I heard the clatter of high heels coming from upstairs…

Jiang Hua's style of dress remained the same, though she had changed her jewelry. The only thing she hadn't changed was the cheap watch she always wore on her wrist. She wore pearl earrings, but she couldn't get them on after several attempts, which annoyed her. The scars on her shoulders were exposed without any attempt to hide them; the scars were ugly and grotesque, but Jiang Hua's face was even more striking... In fact, Jiang Hua's appearance had a unique charm.

Upon seeing the person coming downstairs, Jiang Weiguo's expression softened a bit. "It's the weekend today. It's rare to see you. Why are you up so early? Where are you going to fool around again?"

Jiang Hua couldn't fit the pearl earrings into her hair, so she angrily threw them onto a shelf. "...Go play with Bao'er. Oh, and Dad, I won't be back tonight."

"So that I won't come back late and disturb your rest."

Her precautionary remark, more so than the company's losses, infuriated Jiang Weiguo even more.

Jiang Weiguo pointed at Jiang Hua, trembling with anger, "Bao'er has been corrupted by you since she was little. Let me tell you, I don't care if you play with Bao'er. But don't bother Ye Bai. He recently took over the affairs of the capital and is very busy with official duties. He's not like someone like you who idles around. If you corrupt him, you'll see how I teach you a lesson."

Jiang Hua feigned surprise, covering her mouth with a seductive and affected gesture, "Oh dear, I've been found out."

"Brother Ye Bai said he's taking me to an opera performance tonight, and I can't refuse."

Then, Jiang Weiguo raised his hand, as if he was about to get up and hit her, and Jiang Hua was so frightened that she ran away.

Jiang Hua crawled straight into the back passenger seat of the car, clutching her chest as she sat down.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jiang Hua looked at Pei Zhan's figure, which was only cold and indifferent. Before, she could at least pretend, but now... Jiang Hua didn't even want to pretend anymore.

Jiang Hua overheard the news of the company's losses as soon as she stepped out of her room.

After being fired by the Jiang family, Zhou Yan unexpectedly joined the Huo family's company.

Jiang Hua doesn't care.

After she left, the lingering scent of Jiang Hua's perfume filled the Jiang family's hall.

Jiang Weiguo lost interest and waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it! Let's leave it at that. The Huo family is such a big company that the Jiang family can't compete with it. Just try to break even. That's my minimum requirement for you."

Pei Zhan: "I will do my best."

"If there's a good place for you, I won't stop you; it's your choice."

"But similarly, by giving up the Jiang family, you are also giving up Huahua. You need to think carefully about the balance between the two."