“I’ll give you two hundred thousand, get lost!”
“Who do you think you are? Don’t push your luck. Me keeping you is already doing you a favor. Let me tell you, there isn’t a woman in the entire Di Du I can’t have. Whether you come with me willingly or not, you’re coming with me today!”
The man stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Hua’s slender wrist.
Damn, this woman is really something else!
“What are you doing! Let her go! If you… don’t let her go, I’ll call the police!”
“A little brat who hasn’t even grown all her feathers yet dares to interfere in my business! Get out of my way!”
Song Qingran was directly pushed to the ground.
Jiang Hua’s brows slightly furrowed.
Just then, the bodyguards in the shadows immediately called Pei Zhan to report the situation.
Pei Zhan, who had just stepped out of the meeting room, answered the call…
“Mr. Pei, it’s not good. Miss Song and Miss Jiang have met…”
Hearing the voice from the receiver, Pei Zhan stopped in his tracks, his gaze dark and gloomy…
Seeing this man trying to force the woman away, Song Qingran was thinking about what to do.
Suddenly, with a ‘bang.’
Jiang Hua directly picked up the decorative glass vase on the table and smashed it on the man’s head.
A dull thud was heard, followed by the man’s scream as he clutched his bleeding head.
Seeing the blood on his hand, the man glared angrily at Jiang Hua, “You bitch, you actually hit me!”
Just as he was about to strike Jiang Hua, the man swung his hand down. Song Qingran, who had somehow rushed in front of Jiang Hua, took the blow for her.
Song Qingran’s face immediately swelled, showing a clear palm print.
Jiang Hua was slightly taken aback.
However, at that moment, coincidentally, a police officer passing by saw the man striking someone.
The officer hurried over to intervene.
At the police station.
The police quickly identified Jiang Hua.
An officer approached her with a friendly attitude, “Miss Jiang, sorry, we didn’t know it was you. I hope you weren’t too frightened.”
Jiang Hua’s mind was a bit chaotic, but she still asked about her condition, “How is she?”
“Don’t worry, Miss Song has been taken to the hospital for a check-up. She should be fine.”
“When can I leave?”
“Once a family member arrives, you can go back.”
Half an hour later.
Jiang Hua sat in the waiting room, but the person who arrived wasn’t Pei Zhan—it was Zuo Xiangnan…
Pei Zhan’s assistant.
At the sight of him, Jiang Hua couldn’t tell if she was disappointed or something else.
It was as if… she had already guessed that he would be the one to come!
Pei Zhan… knowing that Song Qingran was injured, must have rushed to the hospital without hesitation…
Jiang Hua had hit someone, so a fine was unavoidable.
After Zuo Xiangnan paid the penalty, Jiang Hua left.
The remaining matters would be handled by Pei Zhan’s people.
Zuo Xiangnan nervously and fearfully glanced at Jiang Hua in the rearview mirror, tightly gripping the steering wheel, not daring to say a word.
Afraid she might bring up those things!
For no apparent reason, Zuo Xiangnan didn’t know how Jiang Hua had ended up meeting Song Qingran…
Jiang Hua closed her eyes, revealing no further emotion.
Upon arriving at Hua Yuan.
Jiang Hua didn’t say a word, simply opened the car door and got out.
Jiang Hua sat on the sofa, motionless, and remained seated for seven hours straight…
The sky… had darkened!
Midnight, twelve o’clock.
Pei Zhan, carrying the lingering scent of disinfectant, opened the door and entered. It wasn’t until he turned on the light that he saw Jiang Hua sitting motionless on the sofa.
The television screen reflected those numb, lifeless eyes.
The man took it all in.
And… the documents on the table…
Including the printed photographs.
Jiang Hua had already prepared everything, placing it on the coffee table.
After a long silence, Jiang Hua finally spoke, “Is she alright?”
Pei Zhan merely glanced at her before turning toward the master bedroom.
This was just like him—devoid of any temper.
Always accommodating her.
No matter what she did or how she behaved… he would only ever turn a blind eye.
But… this time… Jiang Hua had no intention of continuing the charade.
Pretending as if she knew nothing!
Instead, he changed the subject, “This month’s allowance has been transferred to your card. I’m tired, let’s rest early.”
Regarding what had happened today, Pei Zhan clearly had no desire to discuss it. Even after returning home, he hadn’t offered his wife even the most basic concern.
His heart belonged entirely to Song Qingran.
On ordinary days, if she wanted to have a meal with him, she had to schedule it a week in advance. Even the simplest companionship was a luxury for Jiang Hua.
Yet, because Song Qingran was injured, Pei Zhan could spend an entire day accompanying her in the hospital.
The lessons from her past life were more than enough.
She didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes.
Jiang Hua: “Pei Zhan! We’re done here!”
“Let’s get a divorce!”
Pei Zhan: “Have you thought it through?”
She had already made up her mind during the time she moved back to the Jiang Family Villa.
If Pei Zhan didn’t love her, then there was no point in clinging to him desperately. It was… meaningless.
Jiang Hua calmly gave him her answer, “I’ve thought it through!”
She added by way of explanation, “Running into her today was purely accidental. You don’t need to worry that I’d do anything to her!”
“Let’s find time tomorrow to get the divorce done. I’ll wait for you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at 9:30 AM.”
“…As for Dad, I hope you can keep this from him. His heart isn’t strong, and the doctor said he can’t handle any more shocks.”
The words she spoke felt like countless knives, slicing into her heart again and again.
Pei Zhan never expected the word ‘divorce’ to come from her lips.
Jiang Hua… was serious!
Jiang Hua walked to the door and opened it, pausing with her hand on the doorknob as she prepared to leave. “I’ve already taken everything I need from the house. You can throw out the rest—I don’t need any of it.”
With those final words, Jiang Hua… was gone for good!
Even as she left, Pei Zhan never once tried to stop her.
Was Jiang Hua heartbroken?
If she said she wasn’t, that would be a lie.
But no matter how painful, how heartbreaking… she had endured enough sorrow in her previous life.
When Jiang Hua returned to the Jiang Family Villa,
it was 2 AM.
A single lamp was left on in the spacious living room.
A servant approached immediately upon seeing her return. “Miss, didn’t the young master come back with you?”
“It’s so late—you must be hungry. There’s some midnight soup still warm on the stove. Let me get it for you.”
Jiang Hua: “Why are you still up so late?”
The servant replied, “The master asked me to wait for you. You’ve been out since you left and hadn’t returned—he thought you must have lost track of time while having fun outside. He had me save your favorite fish ball soup for you. The master made it himself.”
Jiang Hua glanced upstairs; he was probably asleep at this hour.
With some weariness, Jiang Hua said, “You should go rest too.”
“Very well, Miss. You should get some rest early as well.”
Jiang Hua set down her bag and sat at the dining table, taking small bites. A familiar flavor spread in her mouth—soft and glutinous, just like her heart, which instantly softened. Tears she had been holding back suddenly fell…
Late at night, in the living room downstairs, the sound of soft, suppressed sobbing could be heard…
Jiang Hua trembled as she finished every last bit of food in the bowl, bite by bite.
Half an hour later, Jiang Hua took off her clothes and returned to the bathroom for a shower, letting the water pour over her head from above.
After washing up, as she stepped out of the bathroom, her eyes immediately fell on the wedding photo of her and Pei Zhan hanging above the bed.
She then proceeded to cut up all the photos of Pei Zhan in the room, stuffing the fragments into a waste box. The only one she left untouched was the wedding photo on the wall above the bed—Jiang Hua did this solely to avoid arousing her father’s suspicion.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Jiang Hua gazed at the wedding photo, unable to forget…
Her father’s last words to her were still the same: “…Live well with Pei Zhan, and don’t be willful anymore.”
After that… Jiang Hua stopped being willful and restrained herself.
But as soon as her father passed away, Pei Zhan openly chose to stay overnight at Song Qingran’s place and never came back…
Late at night, Jiang Hua had a nightmare in her sleep.
Suddenly, the woman in bed let out a distressed sound…
“Pei Zhan, I want some water.”