After having the room attendant come in to clean the room, Jiang Hua went downstairs to the restaurant for dinner.
Not long after hanging up the phone, Pei Zhan attended the jewelry showcase for this year’s new collection. Every time a new season’s jewelry brand was launched, the first set would always be personally selected by Jiang Hua. If she took a liking to any, it would be sent to the Jiang Family.
Jiang’s Jewelry ranged from low-end to high-end, and even included some private customizations.
However, this period was always the busiest time for Pei Zhan.
After finalizing some details and procedures, over an hour later, Pei Zhan walked out of the meeting room, with Zuo Xiangnan responsible for taking the meeting minutes.
Pei Zhan, with one hand in his pocket, walked to the elevator when he suddenly asked, “Where is Jiang Hua right now?”
This question genuinely caught Zuo Xiangnan off guard. He nervously adjusted the glasses on the bridge of his nose. “President Pei, after Miss Song finished her class, she was picked up by a private driver and taken back to Fan Hua Si Jin. As for… Miss Jiang, I… I’m not sure at the moment. If you want to know, President Pei, I’ll look into it right away.”
Zuo Xiangnan looked at Pei Zhan, his gaze intense. Based on his years of understanding of President Pei, this was a sign of anger and dissatisfaction.
Zuo Xiangnan immediately explained, “I’m sorry, President Pei. I’ll find out Miss Jiang’s location within ten minutes and send it to your phone.”
The reason for Zuo Xiangnan’s panic was simply that Pei Zhan rarely brought up matters related to Jiang Hua—in fact, it was almost negligible. Before the two got married, it was somewhat better. Jiang Hua was famously known in high society circles for being difficult, willful, and not someone to be trifled with. Every time she caused trouble, it was always President Pei who stepped in to resolve it.
Only after they got married did Jiang Hua settle down somewhat.
Whether at the company or attending banquets outside, President Pei never mentioned Jiang Hua.
Most of the time, he was at Fan Hua Si Jin, keeping an eye on someone there.
Pei Zhan: “No need.”
Pei Zhan was handling company documents in his office. When he finally looked up, the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows had long since turned pitch black.
He was accustomed to picking up his phone only after finishing work to handle company emails.
Among his contacts, only Zuo Xiangnan had sent him information about Jiang Hua’s location.
She had booked a presidential suite at the Hilton five-star hotel for nearly a month and was now contacting an agent to rent an apartment outside.
A hint of coldness flickered in Pei Zhan’s deep gaze.
Between Pei Zhan and Jiang Hua, at this moment, it was as if a barrier stood between them. Both remained where they were, neither taking a step forward.
…
Restaurant.
Jiang Hua was dining alone when a sharp, mocking voice suddenly rang in her ears. “Oh my, isn’t this Miss Jiang? Why are you eating alone here? Where’s your man? Could it be that he couldn’t stand your temper and broke up with you?”
Jiang Hua looked at the woman dressed in glittering jewels, with wavy hair, wearing sunglasses, and carrying a limited-edition bag. The woman walked over with her arms crossed, chin held high, looking utterly arrogant and disdainful.
After finishing the steak on her plate, Jiang Hua set down her knife and fork. “Have you eaten?”
Chen Bao’er wondered if she had misheard. Jiang Hua was asking her if she had eaten? She raised a finger to her lips and sneered. “Jiang Hua, are you out of your mind?”
Chen Bao’er and Jiang Hua were sworn rivals. As the heiress of a real estate developer family, Chen Bao’er had been at odds with Jiang Hua since elementary school—they were natural adversaries. Chen Bao’er’s greatest joy in life was competing with Jiang Hua. Even if she saw a dog on the street, she’d yell “Jiang Hua!” at it.
In their previous life, Jiang Hua had quarreled with her for decades. Chen Bao’er lost every single argument, growing furious each time she was outmatched. Jiang Hua always emerged victorious. Back and forth, they spent most of their former lives bickering.
But this time, Jiang Hua didn’t retaliate… because she owed Chen Bao’er a debt.
In their past life, no matter how fiercely they argued, they never physically harmed each other. At most, it was verbal sparring.
Their rivalry never affected the interactions between their families either. It wasn’t until after Jiang Hua’s father passed away that she didn’t see Chen Bao’er for a long time.
Jiang Hua could never forget: when she was diagnosed with terminal cancer,
Her father had already died by then. Chen Bao’er was the first to know about her illness… and the one who cried the most heartbreakingly upon learning she was dying.
After Pei Zhan seized her company, forcing her to leave the house with nothing, she was penniless—without even money for medical consultations, let alone treatment.
During a cancer episode, she coughed blood and nearly died.
It was Chen Bao’er who gave her money, found her the best doctors, and ensured she received proper treatment.
Unfortunately, to avoid being “a waste,” Jiang Hua secretly transferred to another hospital.
Ultimately… she still didn’t survive…
Chen Bao’er rolled her eyes dramatically at Jiang Hua. “What, wanting to treat me to a meal? Are you even worthy?”
Jiang Hua stood up and approached her. “I’m staying at this hotel. If you come here to dine with friends, you can put it on my account.”
“It’s getting late. I’m heading back to rest. You should return early too. Good night.”
Chen Bao’er: “?”
Good night?
“Has that bitch Jiang Hua been hit by a car? Offering to pay for my meals and saying good night?”
Chen Bao’er removed her sunglasses, watching Jiang Hua’s slender, elegant figure gradually disappear.
She cursed inwardly, ‘That little wretch—how does she keep getting more beautiful?’
Then she saw Jiang Hua glance back, smiling at her.
That smile directly dazzled Chen Bao’er.
Even her smile is this captivating?
Jiang Hua, you little witch—did you get secret plastic surgery?!
Immediately pretending nonchalance, she avoided eye contact, putting her sunglasses back on, terrified her inner thoughts might be detected.
Muttering to herself again, “Something’s off. Really off.”
This was simply unbelievable.
After returning to her room, Jiang Hua found her phone dead and uncharged by the bedside. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
The next morning, awakened by the hotel’s wake-up call around 7:30 AM, Jiang Hua dressed in a beige knitted maxi dress and a light-colored coat, slung her crossbody bag over her shoulder, and after breakfast at the hotel, prepared to leave. Just then, a suited hotel manager stopped her. “Miss Jiang.”
Jiang Hua paused as the manager approached with documents. “Good morning, Miss Jiang. Last night, a Miss Chen spent over 600,000 at the hotel’s entertainment facilities. Please review the bill. If everything is correct, just sign here.”
The Hilton Hotel, right next to an entertainment club, features three underground floors filled with bars of various themes and styles.
As adults, Jiang Hua knew Chen Bao’er had a playful nature. If she were treating, Chen Bao’er would definitely not hold back.
Sixty thousand?