After she left her father and kept her son, President Pei lost control and knelt down.

I said, "Please take a little time out of your busy schedule for me."

Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Pei Hansheng's gaze was like that of a hawk, looking through Qiao Wan's eyes as if trying to penetrate her body.

"You're keeping such a close eye on me. You say you're here to work, but you're just hanging around me. Don't think I don't know what you're really thinking."

"Let me tell you what I'm thinking. I regret it. I shouldn't have clung to Mrs. Pei's position and stayed at Tanshu for four years. I should have kept to my proper place and disappeared from your world once I recovered."

Qiao Wan took a deep breath and said slowly:

"What's even more wrong is that I was presumptuous and mistakenly thought you loved me."

Pei Hansheng gradually tightened his grip on his palm.

Qiao Wan frowned, too painful to speak.

Pei Hansheng's eyes were filled with mockery. His fingertips touched the uneven skin on her wrist. The scar was like a small snake coiled around his heart, laced with venom, corroding his will.

He loosened his grip, his expression full of hostility: "Don't forget, you were the one who begged to join the Pei family. Nobody held a knife to your throat and forced you."

Qiao Wan pulled her hand away, forcefully suppressing the tears in her eyes: "You're right, so let's end this wrong marriage as soon as possible."

Pei Hansheng stared at Qiao Wan's lightly bitten lips, his throat tightening, and he pinched her chin with annoyance:

"Stop acting up and go home and stay put."

"Han Sheng, Mrs. Pei is my guest. How can you be so rude to my guest?"

Jiang Chunzhi arrived at some unknown time and witnessed countless unsavory moments of Qiao Wan.

As soon as Pei Hansheng saw Jiang Chunzhi, he stood on her side.

"You invited her here to spoil the fun?"

"This is your wife! How can you talk like that?" Jiang Chunzhi scolded, looking at Qiao Wan.

"Mrs. Pei, please don't take offense. I've known Han Sheng for twenty years, and I understand him better than he understands himself. He may look cold on the outside, but he's actually a very good person."

Qiao Wan took out a delivery slip from her uniform pocket: "Ms. Jiang, all one hundred bottles of Lafite from the winery are here. Please check them and sign here."

"Great, Mrs. Pei doesn't put on any airs of a wealthy lady when she's working."

Jiang Chunzhi signed the document without even looking at it, and Qiao Wan was surprised by her friendly attitude.

She had experienced firsthand the ruthlessness of the Jiang family, which led her to develop a stereotype of Jiang Chunzhi.

This makes her seem petty.

She carefully put away the delivery receipt and prepared to leave: "Thank you, Ms. Jiang."

Jiang Chunzhi's eyes held a pleading look as she raised her chin and asked Pei Hansheng, "Hansheng, could I borrow Mrs. Pei for five minutes alone?"

"no."

"Don't be like this. It's not fair to suspect her of hurting me just because of my brother's situation."

Pei Hansheng's face suddenly darkened.

Jiang Nanhe was a taboo subject, and Qiao Wan never dared to mention him in front of Pei Hansheng, fearing that he would take his anger out on her even more.

But Jiang Chunzhi didn't blame her at all.

I don't know whether to say she's magnanimous or has ulterior motives.

As Jiang Chunzhi spoke, she pulled Qiao Wan to the photographer's side.

"I want to film a video of everyone's blessings and post it on social media. Mrs. Pei, why don't you record one too?"

Jiang Chunzhi clipped the microphone to Qiao Wan's clothes, smiled and waved at Pei Hansheng, indicating what she was doing.

Pei Hansheng stood not far away, his smile freezing into ice the instant he met Qiao Wan's gaze.

Qiao Wan cleared her throat and forced a polite smile at the camera.

Her voice was soft and gentle: "Bless you two, after all your twists and turns, we are reunited."

Overwhelmed by a bitter feeling, she couldn't maintain her composure any longer. She handed the microphone back to the photographer and strode out of the banquet hall.

Pei Hansheng's gaze followed her back intently, his hand almost crushing the wine glass in his hand.

Jiang Chunzhi smiled and took his arm, blinking her eyes: "Hansheng, why aren't you chasing after him yet?"

He withdrew his gaze expressionlessly: "It's better that you've left."

He turned around, stepped into the crowd, and was quickly surrounded and became the center of attention.

……

Qiao Wan ran out of the banquet hall.

He bumped into Fu Yuanzhou head-on.

Lost in her own world, she didn't see the other person's face clearly and hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, sir."

"Xiao Wan." A gentle voice tinged with amusement rang out as Fu Yuanzhou steadied her by the arm, glancing behind her. "You're not being chased, are you?"

"Big brother."

Qiao Wan felt embarrassed by her rudeness.

Every time she encounters Pei Hansheng, she becomes unlike herself, and he and the people around her can only see her worst side.

"I came to deliver wine. What a coincidence, I ran into my elder brother again."

"It's quite a coincidence. I have two books in my car, and I was thinking of giving them to you when we meet."

Fu Yuanzhou didn't ask anything and led Qiao Wan to his car.

"One is about wine appreciation, and the other is quite interesting. It's a book written in a conversational style by a New York sommelier, interspersing professional knowledge with interesting anecdotes about the profession. Take it if you're interested."

"Thank you, big brother." Qiao Wan looked at the two books handed to her. Fu Yuanzhou's fingers were clean, long, and beautiful, attracting attention.

Fu Yuanzhou smiled and said, "Just saying thank you, but you don't want the book anymore?"

"I want it." Qiao Wan took the book and hugged it to her arms. "I'll read it when I get back."

The passenger door opened: "Get in, I'll take you home."

Qiao Wan hesitated, wanting to hail a taxi herself, but a force pushed her head down and pushed her into the car.

"If you don't want to go home, I'll take you for a walk to clear your head."

Qiao Wan glanced to the side, and Fu Yuanzhou's face gave her a strange feeling.

She opened her mouth, as if to ask something, but then swallowed it back.

I bent down and opened the book's cover, and the vigorous, powerful handwriting came into view.

Purchased in Los Angeles.

"Big brother," Qiao Wan said slowly, stroking the pages of the book, "Did you see Pei Hansheng and Miss Jiang while you were abroad?"

She actually wanted to ask if the bouquet of flowers Jiang Chunzhi sent in her WeChat Moments, the person holding the camera off-camera, and the hand that was faintly visible in the sunset belonged to Pei Hansheng.

Perhaps if those ambiguous clues were confirmed, she would stop overthinking.

Fu Yuanzhou glanced at Qiao Wan and stated the facts: "I've met him. He often invites Jiang Chunzhi and me out to play, see the scenery, or go to concerts."

The paper between Qiao Wan's fingers was crumpled, and she sniffed hard: "Oh."

Fu Yuanzhou drove around the city once, finally stopping at the entrance of Tanshu.

Qiao Wan curled up and fell asleep quietly.

Pei Hansheng's car was parked in front, and he leaned against it with his legs crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Fu Yuanzhou got out of the car, took out his cigarette and stubbed it out: "Didn't I quit a long time ago? I told you you can't smoke while trying to conceive."

"Who the hell wants to prepare it is none of my business."

Pei Hansheng walked over with a cold face, opened the car door, threw off the suit jacket covering Qiao Wan, and carried her out.

As they passed each other, Fu Yuanzhou said, "Xiao Wan really wants to leave you, Han Sheng. You don't love her, but don't torture her."

Pei Hansheng stopped, glanced at Fu Yuanzhou, and coldly curled his lips, "She asked for it."

Fu Yuanzhou frowned, his deep gaze following the figure as it disappeared into the night, and sighed with worry.

In the bedroom.

Qiao Wan lay in bed, having a recurring nightmare.

"Ye Jizhou, please..."

She begged Ye Jizhou not to turn the steering wheel and plunge into traffic for her sake, causing a tragedy that should never have happened.

If she had fallen from the car, things wouldn't have ended this way...

Qiao Wan sobbed with her eyes closed, "If I die, you won't have to go to jail..."

The honest and kind old driver can enjoy his old age in peace, and Jiang Nanhe can hold his sister's hand and entrust her to her beloved.

Pei Hansheng will also have a happy and fulfilling life, with both a son and a daughter.

Everyone else has a bright future ahead of them, while she is a child abandoned by her parents, barely surviving, and not worth mentioning.

Pei Hansheng stood in the shadows, the crimson glow of his cigarette flickering. He squinted, took one last drag, and pounced like a ferocious beast, grabbing Qiao Wan's hand: "Open your eyes, open your eyes!"

Qiao Wan let out a soft moan and licked her dry lips.

Pei Hansheng paused, his eyes growing even deeper. He suddenly lowered his head, bit her lips, pried them open forcefully, and sucked on her tongue.

Qiao Wan woke up with a start, and in her drowsy state, she instinctively pushed Pei Hansheng away, saying, "Pei Hansheng, are you crazy!"