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

Pei Hansheng drove Rong Wenying and Sun Anhui onto the road.

On the way, Pei Hansheng texted Qiao Wan: [I'm signing you up for a tour group soon, taking the kids on a trip abroad.]

Qiao Wan found the message hilarious.

She replied: [Just a reminder, we're in the cooling-off period for divorce, and Xiao Bao isn't your child, so don't worry about him.]

Pei Hansheng picked up his phone while waiting at a red light and frowned.

They were both very happy last night, and he even thought the divorce was off.

Qiao Wan is just too serious.

Sun Anhui said to him from the back row, "Hansheng, let's go to the hospital first and pick up Chunzhi along. She must be so bored at the hospital during the holiday. Bringing her home and having some fun together might cheer her up."

Pei Hansheng put down his phone and turned to head towards the hospital.

"it is good."

Pei Hansheng didn't allow Wenying to speak the entire way, and the relationship between mother and son plummeted to its lowest point.

This has never happened before.

Rong Wenying knew that Pei Hansheng was still sulking with her after the kidnapping incident before the New Year.

He wanted to warn her that Qiao Wan was his bottom line, and he would never allow it to be crossed.

Qiao Wan is indeed beautiful, possessing only a pretty face, and with a touch of seductive charm, no man can resist her.

At first, she just thought her son was only interested in something new and was using her as a plaything. After all, there were too many women like her, all dressed up and packaged like gifts, trying to find ways to get into this aristocratic circle.

It was only after the kidnapping that she suddenly realized that her son was serious about Qiao Wan. He would rather give up their mother-son relationship and stab himself in the heart than not protect her.

This was the last thing she wanted to see happen. Pei Hansheng was a child she had raised with so much effort, and the only woman he could marry was someone like Jiang Chunzhi.

"Anhui, I heard you've been looking for a marriage partner for Chunzhi lately. How's it going? Have you found anyone you like?"

Sun Anhui spoke of this with great enthusiasm: "The men who can be set up with our Chunzhi must be just as enthusiastic about her as your Hansheng, each one saying they won't marry anyone else. But Chunzhi, I don't know what's wrong with her, she always uses your Hansheng as a shield, making everyone think that the two of them have made a secret agreement."

Rong Wenying smiled and said, "My husband Hansheng is already going through the divorce process. Once the cooling-off period is over, he can remarry. At that time, I will take the betrothal gifts to the Jiang mansion to propose marriage."

Sun Anhui replied, "Then it's settled."

Pei Hansheng frowned as he listened, glancing at the rearview mirror.

"Nanhe just passed away, and you're already talking about marriage? Is that appropriate?"

Rong Wenying's tone was firm and left no room for argument: "Actually, your marriage agreement with the Jiang family was made when you were still in your mother's womb. Whether you talk about it or not, you have to marry him anyway."

Pei Hansheng gripped the steering wheel, remaining silent.

At that moment, all he could think about was Qiao Wan without clothes last night.

Rong Wenying and Sun Anhui were still discussing the marriage between the two families in the back. Seeing that Pei Hansheng had not said anything, they both assumed that he had agreed.

The car drove to the hospital.

Rong Wenying and Sun Anhui went into the ward to find Jiang Chunzhi, who was throwing a tantrum in the room. Pei Hansheng had shown up early in the morning but left, and he was distracted when talking to her, clearly preoccupied with another woman.

She made a scene, but gained nothing; instead, Pei Hansheng became even more indifferent.

How could she possibly tolerate it?

Rong Wenying opened the door and came in. She threw the fruit basket on the table at her, almost hitting someone.

Jiang Chunzhi was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears.

"Auntie, my brother is gone. He loved me so much. How am I supposed to go on living?"

Rong Wenying was heartbroken and went over to hug her: "Child, don't cry. Han Sheng has already hired a lawyer. Ye Jizhou won't be getting out, and even Qiao Wan will be going in. We will definitely get justice and vent our anger."

Pei Hansheng stood at the door. The ward was filled with crying, and he was too annoyed to go in.

He turned and walked toward Fu Yuanzhou's office.

Fu Yuanzhou was on the phone with his family. His mother was urging him to hurry home and meet the Meng family's daughter.

The Fu family was pressuring their son to get married, especially during the Chinese New Year, when they practically arranged eight blind dates a day.

"I've said it before, I won't get married if I can't find my sister."

"You only have one sister, Nana, and she's doing just fine at home. What else do you want to find?"

Fu Yuanzhou stood by the window, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "In my heart, there is only that one younger sister."

"Yuanzhou, don't say these things in front of your father. You should understand your mother. It wasn't easy for me to remarry into the Fu family. Just think of that younger sister as someone who wasn't meant to be with us. Even though you and Nana don't have the same father, she liked you so much. Why can't you accept that?"

Fu Yuanzhou rubbed his temples, glanced back, and saw Pei Hansheng sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. He said to the person on the other end of the phone, "Mom, I have to go now, I have a patient here."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Yuanzhou turned around and tossed his phone onto the table.

Pei Hansheng asked him, "I just heard you say you have a younger sister, but I've never heard you mention her before?"

"It happened a long time ago, and we haven't been able to find it. We also don't want to talk about it."

Pei Hansheng didn't ask any more questions. Fu Yuanzhou followed his mother's remarriage and originally had the surname Mu, but later changed it. Because of his hard work and outstanding talent in medicine, he was accepted and recognized by the Fu family.

"You rushed to the hospital last night for Nam Hyuk's psychiatric evaluation, what were the results?"

"I was just about to tell you about this." Fu Yuanzhou took the results out of the file and tossed them to Pei Hansheng: "Preliminary assessment: unnatural death, murder."

Pei Hansheng opened the results and saw that Jiang Nanhe's body showed signs of poisoning, suspecting that he had been poisoned to death.

He gathered the documents and left them on the table.

"Are you sure you didn't fabricate anything?"

"I still have my principles," Fu Yuanzhou scoffed. "It's just that you don't want to think about that outcome."

Pei Hansheng frowned: "Who is your suspect?"

Fu Yuanzhou stared into Pei Hansheng's eyes and said, word by word, "Our initial suspicion is that it was committed by someone we know, but it's not impossible that it was a relative."

Pei Hansheng paused: "Produce evidence."

Fu Yuanzhou shook his head and put the result back into the file: "Given your current situation, even if you produce evidence, I don't think you'd be willing to believe it."

"What's my situation?"

"I want to be with Xiao Wan, but I can't let go of my responsibility to Jiang Chunzhi."

Pei Hansheng leaned casually against the sofa: "It doesn't matter, Qiao Wan will understand."

Fu Yuanzhou shrugged: "Whatever makes you happy."

He turned and placed the file folder into the bookshelf, his fingertips casually sweeping over it: "If one day you really had to choose between two women, what would you choose?"