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

Chapter 237 Moved

When Jiang Weiguo saw Huahua return, his expression softened somewhat. He waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, it's just that your uncle wants to file an appeal."

"You don't need to go to Madam Bai's banquet. I'll let Pei Zhan handle it himself."

Jiang Hua put down her bag and stepped forward, agreeing without much thought. "I picked out a gift on the way back, and I'll have Uncle Wang deliver it. Dad... it's been so long, let's not worry about it anymore." She took a glass of warm water and placed it in Jiang Weiguo's hand.

It was just a banquet, and Jiang Hua didn't take it to heart. Whether she went or not didn't matter to her, since she didn't like crowded places anyway.

Jiang Weiguo: "Alright, it's getting late. You and Pei Zhan should go back. Wang Qi is here with me, so nothing will happen."

Jiang Hua: "I don't want to. I want to stay with you in the hospital. I'll go home with you whenever you feel better."

She wanted to go back to her home in Royal Dragon Bay.

"Alright, Dad knows you well enough. The hospital beds are hard and not soft enough, and you're not used to sleeping in unfamiliar beds, so you definitely won't be used to it. If you continue to stay here, Dad will have to take care of you later." Jiang Weiguo noticed that she wasn't suspicious, and he didn't bring up anything he shouldn't have let her know. "Aren't you going to compile a book on jewelry restoration? Your grandfather sent over a lot of materials, and I've already had them sent to Jinsha Shallow Bay. If you're free, you can take a look at them at home."

"Pei Zhan, you also need to keep an eye on her for me. Don't let her stay up too late reading. Make sure she's in bed by 10:30 p.m. sharp."

Pei Zhan nodded in agreement, "Yes, Chairman Jiang."

Jiang Hua had never let go of her mother's matter. Those books on jewelry restoration were rare and precious materials. Her father had also said that these were not easily shared with outsiders. Her grandfather, whom she had never met, had just given her the books, and Jiang Hua felt that he had ulterior motives.

“I don’t want his things, nor do I want to read his books, and I don’t have a grandfather like him.”

Jiang Weiguo looked at Pei Zhan and received a signal in his eyes. Pei Zhan stepped forward and said, "Huahua, Chairman Jiang needs to rest."

"Shut up too, it's none of your business to speak here," Jiang Hua retorted without any politeness.

Jiang Weiguo couldn't handle her temper, which stemmed from her childhood as a daughter. It wasn't until the doctor came in and persuaded her that Jiang Hua finally left her father's ward. Before leaving, Pei Zhan helped her carry her bag.

Pei Zhan had a shoulder injury and could only drive with one hand. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the streets, and it would take an hour and a half to get back to Jinsha Shallow Bay. He wouldn't get home until 8 p.m., and the roads were a bit congested.

"Would you like to attend Madam Bai's banquet?" Pei Zhan suddenly asked in the quiet car.

Jiang Hua's tone was as cold as ever, calm and emotionless, "Dad told me not to go, wasn't it because he wanted you to take Song Qingran with you? If you want to go, then go, you don't need to tell me."

Pei Zhan steadily stepped on the brake, waited for the traffic light, pursed his lips, and said nothing more.

Without explanation, Jiang Hua naturally accepted what Pei Zhan was about to do.

No one spoke during the journey. When they arrived at Jinsha Shallow Bay, Jiang Hua got out of the car alone and went into the villa she hadn't returned to in a long time. Xu Ma had just finished preparing dinner. When she entered the entrance hall, she didn't see that disgusting housekeeper again.

"Miss, wash your hands, dinner is ready."

"I have no appetite, I'm not eating."

"The doctor said you are weak and need to eat on time every day. Xu Ma, please prepare some food and bring it up."

"Yes, Mr. Pei."

He's quite the actor; not only did he use any means necessary to gain his father's trust, but now even Aunt Wu is on his side...

Jiang Hua's shoes were uncomfortable, so she kicked them off at the top of the stairs. Pei Zhan followed her upstairs, bent down, and picked them up. She took off the shoes and neatly placed them in the shoe cabinet in her walk-in closet. An entire wall of glass display cases were filled with Jiang Hua's high heels. If Jiang Hua recognized them, she would have noticed that Pei Zhan had sent all of Jiang Hua's belongings, which she had left at Yulong Bay, to Yulong Bay...

Looking at her figure, Pei Zhan, who had always felt something was missing, now felt that everything was just right...

"If I keep my promise, shouldn't Mrs. Pei... let me go back to where I was before, Huahua... the bed in the study is also very hard."

Two figures stood facing each other in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Jiang Hua, half a head shorter than the other man, crossed her arms in front of her chest. Her imposing presence made her appear much taller. Looking into the man's deep eyes, familiar images flashed through her mind, fragmented and unreal. She remembered being drugged and Pei Zhan not dodging, but instead shielding her from a knife attack—she had lost count of how many times this had happened…

Would anyone really risk their life for that?

Pei Zhan in her past life had never done anything like this to her. There was someone who was willing to risk his life for her... For a moment, she admitted that she had indeed softened her heart.

Seeing the deep hole in Pei Zhan's shoulder when the nurse changed his dressing, she exclaimed, "Sir, you're really lucky. It was just a hair's breadth from the heart. You're so badly injured, yet you don't rest. You take care of Chairman Jiang and your wife every day. You're such a good family man. It's rare to see a young, promising, capable, and family-oriented man like you."

Jiang Hua wanted to go out for a walk, but when she heard the conversation outside, she immediately closed the door. Pei Zhan, who heard the noise, didn't even bother to apply the medicine before going to explain to her.

"Several stitches on the wound broke and needed to be re-stitched. There was a multi-vehicle collision on Huanqiao Road, and all the other doctors and nurses were away except for her."

"You don't need to explain to me."

Although she said that, Pei Zhan still noticed the change in her tone, "It won't happen again next time."

Jiang Hua chuckled coldly, "You don't actually think I'm jealous of you, do you?"

Pei Zhan didn't speak, but his eyes clearly showed a hint of smugness, as if to say to her, "What else?"

Seeing his contemptuous demeanor, Jiang Hua laughed sarcastically, "I don't care about your affair with Song Qingran, why would I care about a nurse who can't even compare to Song Qingran?" As always, she poked his chest with her finger, "You country bumpkin, stop trying to make yourself look good. Know your own worth."

"Huahua, I've already explained, nothing happened between her and me..."

"Some things can't be forgotten just because you say they don't exist!"

That day in the ward, the nurse heard a loud argument and left in fright. Once Jiang Hua got angry, she had a hard time controlling her temper, and all sorts of hurtful things could come out of her mouth. Every time... as long as she saw the pain, guilt, and worry in his eyes, she seemed to get a sense of pleasure. It was as if only by letting him know clearly how he had hurt her little by little could Jiang Hua open a floodgate and release her dissatisfaction.

Jiang Hua came to her senses and said, "You can sleep if you want. This is your room anyway. I'll sleep in the guest room."

Her words either changed the course of their relationship or brought it back to its previous freezing point.

Pei Zhan lowered his head countless times, but still couldn't even touch the edge of the bed.

He lowered his head and smiled slightly, saying nothing more. "You should get some rest. I have a video conference tonight. As Chairman Jiang said, we should go to bed at 10:30. You still have two and a half hours."

"Good night." Pei Zhan turned and left, unaware that Jiang Hua, who had been standing still, followed his figure to the study before turning her gaze away.

A look of emotion, unlike anything she had ever seen before, appeared in her eyes.

What exactly is different?

Pei Zhan, where did your cold-heartedness from your past life go?

After returning from Wuchuan, you should… be indifferent to me time and time again, and with Song Qingran's relentless gaze, swagger through the streets, paving the way for her and clearing away all the uneven paths.

How much of what you're doing now is genuine, or is it all just a facade?

If you're faking it, I want to see how long you can keep it up...

After taking a shower, Jiang Hua took her medicine and went to bed.

...

Fengwu Mansion, Bai Family.

Song Qingran sat on the bed, staring at her phone screen for what seemed like an eternity. Xia He knocked on the door and, seeing it was ajar, came in carrying a glass of milk. "Did I disturb you?" Xia He noticed Song Qingran was typing a message on her phone and knew who she was chatting with.

"Aunt Xia, you're not feeling well, you should go and rest. I'm fine."

Xia He sat on the edge of the bed and handed over the milk in her hand. "Drinking a cup of warm milk before bed helps you sleep. Auntie will watch you finish it and then you can go to rest."

No one, except her mother, had ever been so kind to her. She put down her phone, took the drink, and finished it in two or three gulps.

Xia He also saw that the contact displayed on Song Qingran's phone screen was 'Pei Zhan'.

"You and your boyfriend haven't made up yet?"

Song Qingran shook her head, "He's too busy. We've already agreed that we'll get engaged after I graduate from university, and then get married after I have a stable job."

Xia He smiled broadly, "How about we invite him to the banquet in a few days? What do you think?"

Song Qingran said with some doubt, "I don't know if he will come. I haven't seen him in a long time."

"Ask him... He loves you. As long as you say you want to see him, even if you are thousands of miles away, he will come to find you."

"it is good."

"go to bed early."

After Xia He left, Song Qingran drank her milk and wanted to brush her teeth again. A few minutes later, with her hands still wet, she picked up her phone to exit the messaging page, but unexpectedly, the screen suddenly malfunctioned and she accidentally returned to the contact dialing interface. When she saw the call that had been dialed, Song Qingran's eyes widened instantly. She tried to hang up but couldn't. In just a second, she saw that the call had been connected.

A deep male voice came from the phone, "Who is this?"

Song Qingran's heart jumped instantly. She felt nervous and helpless. She closed her eyes, unsure how to respond to the voice on the phone.

"say!"

"It's me!" Song Qingran clenched her fist at her side.

The voice on the phone suddenly fell silent.

Song Qingran hadn't organized her thoughts yet and didn't know what to say to him.

The two remained silent for a long while.

"Is something wrong?"

"No...no, I didn't mean to waste your time and bother you. I don't know what happened, my phone suddenly went out of control and made a call." Song Qingran spoke slowly, her expression tense.

"Hmm." His voice was as cold as it could be. Besides his voice, Song Qingran could also hear him typing on a keyboard. Was he still busy so late?

"If there's nothing else, Mr. Pei, I'll hang up now."

"Ah."

Good night, Mr. Pei.

Pei Zhan didn't respond further, assuming the call had ended, and continued to focus on his work.

Xu Qiulan then walked into the study. "Sir, you used to work overtime just like Mr. Pei. You always needed a cup of specially prepared health tea. Mr. Pei, you can try it."

"Thank you for your trouble. It's getting late. You should go and rest, Aunt Xu. I'll keep an eye on Huahua. She'll be fine."

Xu Qiulan nodded with a smile, "With Mr. Pei around, I naturally feel at ease."

"The young lady likes to kick off the covers at night."

"I know."

Xu Qiulan then mentioned some key points that needed attention before leaving.

Taking care of Jiang Hua is indeed a troublesome matter; everything needs to be taken care of in every aspect, down to the smallest detail.

Listening to the conversation on the phone, Song Qingran could almost picture Mr. Pei's tender gaze fixed on his wife. Then, a bucket of cold water was poured over her, extinguishing all her emotions.

Just now, she didn't know what she was expecting, and why some inappropriate images kept appearing in her mind.

All of these memories are from the days when she was trapped in a world of splendor and prosperity, including the time he earnestly explained problems to her, his expression focused, his sleeves rolled up, holding a pen and revealing a section of his handsome and strong forearm, and how he could write beautiful characters even with his left hand.

No, no... Song Qingran has a wife, how can you think about these things? Please wake up.

Song Qingran immediately blacklisted the number, keeping only his work phone number.

The video conference ended at 11:30. Pei Zhan moved and spoke very quietly.

The master bedroom and study are separated by a sliding door, which doesn't provide very good sound insulation...

Therefore, the meeting ended within half an hour.

The moment the video call ended, Pei Zhan received an email from Zuo Xiangnan.

Clicking on it leads to a person's information profile.

Wen Qian.

He also graduated from Berkeley College and met his fiancée, Bai Rui, in a village he visited while traveling abroad.

Apart from that, there is only news about him in recent years; there is almost no news about his past, only some basic information.

Zuo Xiangnan sent a message: Facial recognition fails, so he is Ji Liangchuan, but other methods can be used. It's not difficult, it just takes some time.

It will take about three days.

Returning with a completely different look?

The fact that he now has a fiancée is indeed quite unbelievable.

Pei Zhan: I need to see him before noon tomorrow.