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

Pei Hansheng narrowed his eyes, a look of disbelief flashing in them.

"Qiao Wan, you should know this disease very well. Chun Zhi was also unable to control her own body."

Qiao Wan gave a cold, mocking laugh.

It would have been better if we hadn't talked about this.

"My illness was due to postpartum depression, which was exacerbated by malicious acts. What does her illness have to do with me?"

Pei Hansheng frowned.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Did I know you had postpartum depression? Jiang Chunzhi got sick because her brother was traumatized by a car accident."

Qiao Wan paused.

A wave of sadness washed over me.

Ha ha.

"Yes, it's all my fault. I caused Jiang Nanhe to become a vegetable, and I also caused Jiang Chunzhi to suffer from depression. So why aren't you leaving? What are you doing here? Are you just being a masochist?"

Pei Hansheng's eyes held a dark cloud: "Qiao Wan, don't be unreasonable."

He took his coat from the bedroom with a cold expression and strode out.

Xiao Bao stood up, his dark eyes sparkling with anticipation, inviting, "Uncle Pei, are you leaving again? Let's have dumplings together tonight!"

Pei Hansheng's expression softened slightly. He bent down, pinched Xiaobao's chubby cheek, and smiled.

"Uncle has already prepared the New Year's Eve dinner. You can eat the dumplings your mom made first, but remember to save a bowl for Uncle."

Xiao Bao grabbed Pei Hansheng's arm: "But the New Year is all about eating together, that's what makes it lively."

Pei Hansheng wanted to say something more, but his phone rang urgently.

He pressed the button, took out a red envelope from his pocket, and handed it to Xiaobao: "Then we'll have dinner together when Uncle comes back tonight, it'll be quick."

Xiao Bao held the heavy red envelope and thought for a moment: "Then I'll wait for Uncle to come back and give it to Xiao Bao."

The little guy is very perceptive; you can tell he has a natural affinity for Pei Hansheng. That's the wonder of blood ties.

Everyone in the room knew the truth, but no one could say anything about it.

This is Qiao Wan's choice, and of course they should support it.

Qiao Wan walked over and picked up Xiao Bao: "Mommy bought you some New Year's clothes, shall we go inside and change?"

Xiao Bao hooked his arm around Qiao Wan's neck, nestled on her shoulder, and obediently said, "Okay, I'll wear my new clothes for the New Year."

Qiao Wan took the red envelope from Xiao Bao's hand and threw it directly on the table with a thud.

She carried her son into the children's room.

She took out the new clothes she had prepared for her son, and tickled his belly as she took them off, making the little one giggle.

Pei Hansheng was involuntarily drawn to the door of the children's room, squinting at the scene of the mother and son interacting, a deep, dark light flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to go in and join in the atmosphere, but his phone rang again at that moment.

Qiao Wan turned around upon hearing this, her face clearly showing disgust and impatience.

Pei Hansheng lowered his foot, his eyes darkening noticeably. He pretended to be indifferent, slung his coat over his shoulder, answered his phone, and walked outside.

Jiang Chunzhi sat by the hospital window, watching the cars passing by below: "Hansheng, are you really not going to care about me anymore? If I just die like this, would you feel any more at ease?"

Jiang's mother sat slumped on the floor of the ward, crying. Jiang's father was also at a loss and ordered someone to pull his daughter away quickly.

Upon hearing this, Pei Hansheng pressed the elevator button: "Chunzhi, calm down, I'll be right there, don't do anything foolish."

"Hansheng, my brother is gone. He'll never wake up again."

Pei Hansheng's face darkened: "When did this happen?"

"This morning, the hospital called and said my brother's heart had stopped beating," Jiang Chunzhi said hoarsely. "Hansheng, my brother doesn't want me anymore. Will you abandon me like he did?"

"No." Pei Hansheng pinched the bridge of his nose, his face darkening considerably.

The death of his friend was too heavy for him. Even though this day was bound to come sooner or later, he was never ready. Not only him, but also everything that Qiao Wan was about to face.

"Hansheng, you will seek justice for your brother, right?" Jiang Chunzhi asked, her voice trembling with tears and her tone full of grievance. "You signed a letter of understanding back then, but the retribution for those bad people was too lenient."

Pei Hansheng's expression froze.

The elevator doors opened, and he stepped out, his voice heavy: "Of course, I will give you and your brother an explanation."

Jiang Chunzhi lowered her eyes, a strange smile igniting within them, and a chilling ruthlessness seeping from the corners of her lips.

"Hansheng, you don't need to come over. Go spend the New Year with the person you love. It's my fault for disturbing you."

Pei Hansheng opened the car door and got into the driver's seat: "Don't say things like that. I'm already out here. I'll be there soon."

He put down his phone, put it on speakerphone, and talked to Jiang Chunzhi the whole way to make sure she was safe before he felt a little relieved.

The car arrived at the hospital. Jiang Chunzhi, wearing a hospital gown, sat on the windowsill, her thin body dangling precariously outside.

Pei Hansheng reacted quickly, rushing over to hug her from behind and lifting her up in his arms.

Jiang Chunzhi was startled. When she saw that it was Pei Hansheng, she threw herself into his arms and cried.

Pei Hansheng carried the person to the bed, checked him over, and found no injuries.

He had seen people cut their wrists before; Qiao Wan had a scar the size of a bowl on her hand that hadn't faded yet.

He nudged Jiang Chunzhi, creating some distance between them, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Where are you hurt? I'll call a doctor to come and check you out."

Jiang Chunzhi paused, lowered her face, and avoided Pei Hansheng's gaze.

"Now it's all right."

Pei Hansheng laughed, but there was no joy in his voice; instead, it sounded mocking.

"So I'm a miracle drug that can even cure depression? If that's the case, Qiao Wan wouldn't have had to suffer so much."

Jiang Chunzhi was stunned, and opened her mouth: "Hansheng, what do you mean by mentioning her?"

"Qiao Wan's depression worsened because she took the wrong medication, and she had suicidal thoughts several times. She almost didn't survive one time due to blood loss. I see that your symptoms are much milder than hers. Could it be a misdiagnosis?"

"Han Sheng, how can you judge mental illness with the naked eye? My suffering is no less than Qiao Wan's. I lost my brother's life, while she only spent four years in jail as a first love."

Pei Hansheng stared intently at Jiang Chunzhi.

Suddenly I realized that many of her things couldn't stand up to scrutiny.

A sudden panic flashed through Jiang Chunzhi's mind, and she grabbed Pei Hansheng's hand:

"Qiao Wan and that murderer will soon be able to rekindle their old flame. She has never had feelings for you, and she made you so unhappy, yet you spoke up for her. I really feel sorry for you."

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes and gently withdrew his hand.

"No matter how bad she is, she was my wife for four years."

Jiang Chunzhi froze instantly, the delicate mist that had been veiling her eyes bursting open, revealing a sharp, venomous hatred.

Pei Hansheng stood up and glanced at the time.

"Today is New Year's Eve. After today, I will take care of Nanhe's funeral arrangements. Chunzhi, you should rest well."

After Pei Hansheng left the ward and never returned, Jiang Chunzhi's head went blank, and she frantically overturned the flowers and fruit basket on the table.

Didn't they get divorced? Why is it like this?

……

Pei Hansheng returned to Jinxiu Garden. It was already dark when he arrived, and the house was filled with laughter and cheerful conversation.

He took out his key to open the door, but a bitter thought crossed his mind: to Qiao Wan, he was now someone who was dispensable.