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

They spent the whole night together, and Qiao Wan's not-so-large bedroom was filled with a passionate and sticky atmosphere.

She's too delicate and soft-hearted; once you've tasted the sweetness, you'll crave more.

Pei Hansheng was completely captivated by her body, and all his anger and resentment vanished.

He even considered releasing Ye Jizhou and sending him to some deserted island, as long as he didn't appear in front of Qiao Wan, it would be a compromise.

The first light of day was breaking outside the window. Qiao Wan had reached her physical limit after what seemed like an eternity; her bones felt like they were about to fall apart. Yet, her heart was beating strongly, proving that she hadn't been killed by this man.

She reached out and helped him speed up. At that critical point, he used all his strength to pull her into his arms, as if he wanted to press her into his very bones.

I wish I could swallow her whole.

He bit her ear, as if he wanted to eat it.

Qiao Wan frowned and raised her face, tears streaming down her cheeks and landing on the man's heart. He looked down at her, and the alluring flowers were adorned with breathtaking beauty, even the hideous scars seemed magnificent.

His heart was incredibly soft.

He lay down with her in his arms, exhaling a hot breath, feeling refreshed and relaxed. This was the most pleasant moment he had experienced in years.

He looked down, his bright eyes reflecting her beautiful face: "Qiao Wan, Happy New Year."

Qiao Wan was too tired to speak. She closed her eyes and listened to the strong, powerful heartbeat.

Are you happy?

This is her stripping herself bare, handing over her dignity to someone else, in exchange for the wish of an ant.

All she wanted was for Ye Jizhou to come out alive.

When Pei Hansheng saw that she didn't speak, his displeasure flared up again. He pinched her chin, making her open her eyes and look at him.

"I said, Happy New Year, this is the fifth year."

Their fifth year.

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes and forced a smile, but even her smile looked strained.

For the first four years she was his wife, and now he wants to call her his mistress, a tool to please him in bed.

What's the point of her divorce? It just puts her in a passive vortex again.

Qiao Wan remained silent, and Pei Hansheng tried his best to ignore the disappointment of her lack of response, holding her even tighter.

He had never been so humble to anyone before. At this moment, Pei Hansheng felt like a clown, willingly being led by the nose by Qiao Wan.

"Qiao Wan, I've had the worst luck in the world to have you in this life."

Qiao Wan was drowsy and let him curse her without responding to a word. She fell asleep without realizing it.

……

The following day, the first day of the Lunar New Year, was a beautiful day.

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the sheer curtains, illuminating Qiao Wan's face. She opened her eyes, her mind blank for a moment.

Before the memory came, the physical pain arrived. When I lifted the blanket, my skin was covered in bruises, not a single part of it was unharmed.

Thinking of last night's madness, a wave of bittersweet emotion welled up in her heart.

Pei Hansheng has already left; he used this place for his pleasure.

This is something she cannot accept deep down.

The price of begging Pei Hansheng to let Ye Jizhou go was too high, so she considered finding another way.

After getting up and tidying up, she changed her clothes, prepared breakfast, and waited for the child and Shen Yingtang to come over.

There was a knock on the door.

"They're here."

She went over and opened the door, only to be met with two angry faces.

Rong Wenying brought Jiang Chunzhi's mother to their door.

One is a resentful woman who can't wait for her son to come home for the New Year, and the other is a resentful woman whose son passed away on New Year's Eve.

The two people, both dressed in black, huddled together, and Qiao Wan could feel the murderous aura permeating the air.

She instinctively reached to close the door, but Rong Wenying slapped her across the face, which she managed to dodge.

Rong Wenying slammed her hand against the iron gate, the pain making her feel like her hand bones were about to break.

"Qiao Wan, if you dare to hide from me, I'll beat you to death!"

Qiao Wan took out her phone: "I've called the police for disturbing public order."

Jiang's mother, Sun Anhui, pointed at her face: "Fine, hurry up and report it! My son is dead, and he's going to be taken for an autopsy. What gives you the right to be so arrogant, you criminal? See if I can get you arrested!"

When Jiang Nanhe was alive, they were still hoping to get rid of Qiao Wan's rare blood. Now that she's gone, all they can do is kill her by any means necessary to vent their anger.

Qiao Wan clenched her hands, and to be honest, she was a little scared.

They are powerful and influential, and they hold the position of the victim's family, so sending her to jail would be a piece of cake for them.

Sun Anhui sneered, "Scared now? Your worthless life, even if you die a hundred times, wouldn't be worth as much as my son's life. But I won't let you die. You're so good at seducing men, aren't you? I'll send you to a men's prison and let you be used to your fullest potential. I'll make sure you, this slut, are played with to death!"

Qiao Wan broke out in a cold sweat, her face turned deathly pale, and she straightened her back to try and hold on.

The elevator in the corridor opened, and Pei Hansheng walked out. He was dressed in black, and his expression was solemn. He had just visited Jiang Chunzhi at the hospital and bought breakfast on his way back.

Rong Wenying glanced at Pei Hansheng, her son fawning over a lowly woman, and she was so angry she couldn't speak.

Pei Hansheng handed breakfast to Qiao Wan: "You go in first, you have no right to speak here."

As he spoke, he closed the door, facing the two women, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"I'm handling Nanhe's funeral arrangements, Auntie. Please accept my condolences."

Sun Anhui's fierce expression softened considerably in front of Pei Hansheng, and she tearfully complained to him:

"Hansheng, Chunzhi was hospitalized because of her brother. Her brother was most worried about her before he passed away. His last wish was for someone to take care of Chunzhi in his place. Now that Nanhe is gone, it's a bigger blow to Chunzhi. It's not that I'm causing trouble for anyone, but it would be too unfair to us victims if we didn't pursue this matter."

"Auntie, you're right." Pei Hansheng took out a handkerchief and handed it to Sun Anhui. "I promised Nanhe that I would take good care of Chunzhi for him. That's my promise, and I will keep it. As for pursuing accountability, why don't we have a lawyer come up with a plan now, and we can discuss it further?"

Sun Anhui sobbed, "He must be severely punished! My son has been wronged."

"Of course, there should be consequences for wrongdoing. I will not let them off easily."

Sun Anhui and Rong Wenying looked at each other; this was exactly the attitude they wanted.

Pei Hansheng called his lawyer and contacted him.

"I'll take you home now and have a lawyer come over."

Sun Anhui wiped away her tears and deliberately raised her voice so that Qiao Wan inside the room could hear.

"Hansheng, you're the most reliable one. I knew you'd side with Chunzhi."

Pei Hansheng chuckled, "It's what I should do, but I suggest you don't come here again next time. You all saw how angry she was. When she gets angry, she even stabbed me. She's reckless."

"I told you, a wild girl like her, raised in a poor place, is full of bad ideas, stealing chickens and dogs, all of which are underhanded tricks. Han Sheng, it's good that you two got divorced."

Pei Hansheng glanced sideways at the tightly closed door, his smile not reaching his eyes as he agreed, "That's right."

Qiao Wan watched them leave through the screen, a mocking smile on her face, and casually threw the breakfast in her hand into the trash can.