Using rest as an excuse, Jiang Hua hung up the phone.
Jiang’s Jewelry Group.
CEO’s Office.
Sitting opposite Pei Zhan was a man wearing sapphire blue suit and glasses, with devilishly handsome features – the design director of Jiang’s Jewelry Group.
Xu Zhoulan took a few sips of the chicken soup from nearby, then tossed a document onto the coffee table in front of the sofa. “It seems Jiang Hua has become smarter after the car accident. She’s not as foolish as imagined – she’s already started hiring people to monitor Fan Hua Si Jin’s every move.”
“Song Qingran, whom you’ve hidden for three years, ultimately couldn’t be kept concealed forever. The Jiang Family’s young mistress isn’t as stupid as I thought.”
“Wouldn’t it have been better to listen to me back then and send her abroad? You could have brought her back after the Jiang Family was completely under your name.”
“Given her temperament, staying silent now and not causing trouble at the company is already giving you plenty of face.”
Pei Zhan: “…”
Seeing him remain silent, Xu Zhoulan savored the chicken soup sip by sip with schadenfreude. “But I’m curious – from the very beginning when you entered this company, you went through great pains to get close to Jiang Hua.”
“Now she’s completely devoted to you. Even a block of ice should have melted by now. After all these years, haven’t you developed any feelings at all?”
What kind of person is Jiang Hua?
The little princess of Di Du City’s financial conglomerate. Families wanting to marry into the Jiang Family could line up from domestic to France. Showered with endless affection throughout her life, she has never suffered any hardship, getting whatever she wants.
Since marrying Pei Zhan, the little princess has settled down, rarely going out, staying home as a virtuous wife.
Pei Zhan stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Standing on the fifty-ninth floor, he looked at the night view outside. The streets at 2:30 AM were still brilliantly lit.
The man’s tall, slender figure was reflected in the glossy window.
His handsome, profound features were both ascetic and captivating.
Before Jiang Hua came along, he had always been pursued by female colleagues at the company, with no shortage of people trying to curry favor.
Pei Zhan lit a cigarette, inhaling and exhaling smoke that quickly dispersed.
Pei Zhan: “Emotions aren’t essential. We share the same goal. You don’t need to know too much about other matters.”
Xu Zhoulan lowered his head with a smile and stood up. “Then I’ll wait and see.”
“But let me remind you – women are irrational creatures. You’d better keep an eye on your sweetheart, don’t let Jiang Hua bully her.”
“The Jiang Family… is capable of anything.”
A dark glint flashed in Pei Zhan’s eyes: “…”
Xu Zhoulan: “Alright, I should go now. Working overtime relentlessly for money – if I stay with you any longer at this hour, I’ll probably die from overwork.”
As Xu Zhoulan turned to walk toward the door without stopping, he said: “By the way, this chicken soup is really quite delicious. It’s a pity you’re not tasting it.”
Pei Zhan’s profound gaze fell on the documents on the table – information about a detective agency…
These past few days, Pei Zhan continued his usual routine of work and overtime.
Jiang Hua had recovered enough to walk without a wheelchair.
On a clear, sunny morning, Jiang Hua was watering plants on the balcony when her phone on the windowsill vibrated – it was an unfamiliar number.
Jiang Hua answered.
Strangely, the call was disconnected just three seconds after connecting.
Seeing that the location wasn’t from the capital, Jiang Hua actually had some suspicion about who it might be.
She casually put the phone aside.
Fan Hua Si Jin
The floor was a mess, with servants cleaning up. The spilled food on the ground was still fresh, and the soup scattered everywhere was steaming. Just minutes ago, a fierce argument had taken place here.
Pei Zhan kept many important documents in his study. To keep an eye on Song Qingran, he often worked here.
Pei Zhan massaged his temples. When his phone lit up, he instinctively glanced at it.
It was a message from his assistant.
Zuo Xiangnan: “President Pei, the investigation is complete. All the documents and files have been sent to your email.”
Pei Zhan put down his phone again, suddenly feeling restless. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigarette.
Six months ago, Jiang Hua had expressed her desire for a child, so they had been trying to conceive, and he hadn’t smoked in a long time.
Now, the third child was gone again…
Pei Zhan no longer needed to abstain.
Less than half a minute after Jiang Hua put down her phone, another call came in.
This time, she didn’t answer immediately. Recognizing the number as the detective agency’s, she picked up, only to be told abruptly, “Sorry, Miss Jiang. Due to certain reasons, we can no longer assist you with this investigation. Please find someone else.”
“The fee will be refunded to you.”
Without giving Jiang Hua a chance to speak, the caller hung up.
Jiang Hua clutched her phone, her cold eyes lost in thought.
Pei Zhan, you already knew, didn’t you?
So… was this your warning to me?
To stop me from investigating further?
You just want to protect Song Qingran!
Because of the car accident, Jiang Hua’s heart had been damaged. Now, whenever her emotions fluctuated, her heart would ache intensely.
Jiang Hua closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the turmoil.
There were some things she never dared to dwell on, because if she thought too much about them, her heart would only bear an unbearable burden.
That car accident was like a nightmare to her.
The flames had left many scars on her body. To cover them, Jiang Hua wore a black velvet long-sleeved dress that reached her ankles.
The weather was quite pleasant. A beam of light shone through the car window onto Jiang Hua’s stunning profile, but her beautiful eyes were icy.
She hugged her arms and gazed at the scenery outside the window.
After about forty-five minutes, the car finally stopped at a villa in a bustling area.
A grand European-style villa, resembling a castle—in this day and age, only the Jiang Family could own such a luxurious property.
After Jiang Hua returned home.
Her father, Jiang Weiguo, dressed in a breathable Chinese-style linen robe with a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, sat at the dining table. “I thought after you got married, you’d forgotten about your father.”
A servant took Jiang Hua’s bag. She walked over and sat beside him. “How could that be? In Hua Hua’s heart, Dad will always be number one.”
Jiang Weiguo’s stern face quickly broke into a smile. “You only say things like that when you need something from me. Out with it… what trouble have you gotten into this time?”
“Is it not enough money? What about the gold card I gave you last time? The thirty million in it was your dowry. Why haven’t you used it?”
The gold card was linked to Jiang Weiguo’s account. If Jiang Hua spent any money from it, he would receive a notification.
Jiang Weiguo had always doted on his only daughter, never restricting the amount of money she could use from the family funds.
Jiang Hua was naturally fond of extravagance and spent money like water. For her eighteenth birthday banquet, she splurged over five million in one go at Tian Shang Ren Jian, which even made the entertainment headlines.
Jiang Weiguo didn’t even bat an eye.
Facing the reporters, Jiang Weiguo even declared with unflinching boldness…