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

"I have something to do, so I won't be going with you."

"Why? Your aunt said you didn't come home for New Year's Eve."

Pei Hansheng glanced in the direction of Fu Yuanzhou's office, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

Jiang Chunzhi looked in the direction he was looking, suppressing the ferocity on her face.

"Let's go wish our eldest brother a Happy New Year and ask him about his brother while we're at it."

Jiang Chunzhi held Pei Hansheng's arm, her expression growing increasingly heavy and sorrowful.

"I think my brother's suspicions are justified. He had been showing signs of improvement recently, and his death was so sudden. Perhaps someone really is behind this. We all know who has hated him the most over the years."

Pei Hansheng pushed Jiang Chunzhi away without changing his expression, his face cold and stern: "Just say New Year's greetings, don't say things carelessly."

The implication was that he didn't want Jiang Chunzhi to make things difficult for Qiao Wan.

Jiang Chunzhi followed Pei Hansheng's cold back with her gaze, gritted her teeth, and stepped forward to follow him.

Fu Yuanzhou had just calmed Qiao Wan down and was about to tell her the truth about Jiang Nanhe's death.

The door opened from the outside, and Pei Hansheng came in again.

Qiao Wan glanced at it lightly, then lowered her eyes and continued to flip through the book "The Great View of Corpse Observation".

Pei Hansheng stared at her, his hands in his pockets, a cold smile playing on his handsome lips.

Fu Yuanzhou walked over and pushed the person out: "Get out! You didn't even knock on the door. I don't welcome vulgar and rude bastards here."

Pei Hansheng reached out and pulled Jiang Chunzhi inside.

"Chunzhi came all the way to wish you a Happy New Year, and you're going to send her away too?"

"Happy New Year, brother."

Jiang Chunzhi looked very weak and had just experienced the pain of losing a loved one. Fu Yuanzhou usually didn't smile at her and even occasionally showed disgust towards her.

But for now, we still need to consider her feelings.

He handed her a glass of warm water: "Ms. Jiang, please accept my condolences."

Jiang Chunzhi looked at Qiao Wan, who was reading a book on the sofa, with tears in her eyes.

She acted as if nothing was wrong, sitting calmly in Fu Yuanzhou's office, and even made Pei Hansheng not go home for the New Year.

Why is it that she can so easily get what she desires but cannot have?

"Hansheng." Jiang Chunzhi hid behind Pei Hansheng, staring timidly at Qiao Wan: "I'm scared."

Pei Hansheng noticed the book in Qiao Wan's hand and frowned: "Qiao Wan, put the book away."

Qiao Wan had trouble sleeping and suffered from neurasthenia for a period of time. If she was stimulated during the day, she would have nightmares at night, and Pei Hansheng would stay up all night to keep her company.

"What are you afraid of?" Qiao Wan closed the book, slowly raised her eyelids, and stared into Jiang Chunzhi's eyes: "If you didn't have something to hide, why would you be afraid of me?"

Jiang Chunzhi's face turned pale, and tears streamed down her face: "Qiao Wan, I'm not afraid of you, it's just that the book you read was too scary."

"Is that so?" Qiao Wan tilted her head, then threw the thick, brick-like hardcover book at Jiang Chunzhi. "You weren't this cowardly when you were driving Zhang Manman to her death."

The book flew towards Jiang Chunzhi like a parabola, but Pei Hansheng turned around and shielded her with his back.

The blow struck his shoulder blade squarely, the pain feeling like it was about to break. He merely frowned, lowered his eyes, and asked Jiang Chunzhi, "Are you alright?"

A look of surprise and joy lit up Jiang Chunzhi's eyes as she rushed into Pei Hansheng's arms and hugged him tightly.

"Hansheng, I'm fine. I'm sorry you got hurt."

"It's good that you're alright." Pei Hansheng pushed Jiang Chunzhi away, deliberately creating distance, and turned to face Qiao Wan, his face full of anger.

"Qiao Wan, have you had enough? You've caused me trouble first thing in the morning."

Qiao Wan's expression was icy: "Who do you think you are? We're divorced. You have no right to tell me what to do."

Pei Hansheng was furious, yet he had no way to refute it.

That's right, he was the one who initiated the divorce, and there's no going back on it.

Fu Yuanzhou stood at a distance that was neither too close nor too far from Qiao Wan, ready to protect her at any moment. He had originally intended to take action, but now it seemed that he had overthought it.

He glanced at Pei Hansheng, who was so angry he couldn't speak, then clenched his fist, covered his mouth, and suppressed a laugh.

"Qiao Wan, don't you think you've gone too far?" Jiang Chunzhi accused Qiao Wan: "No matter what, Han Sheng supported you for four years. If it weren't for him, with your wealth and abilities, could you have lived a life of luxury in the capital? Han Sheng always says he's unhappy because you've drained him dry."

"Then hurry up and marry him!" Qiao Wan stood up, slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked towards the door. "You two should be locked up together for life."

Pei Hansheng gripped Qiao Wan's wrist, his brows furrowed with dark clouds, his emotions barely contained.

"Where to? Let's go together."

"Let go!"

Fu Yuanzhou walked over, pulled Pei Hansheng's hand away, shielded Qiao Wan behind him, placed his hand behind his back, and waved it, indicating that she should leave now.

Pei Hansheng tried to chase after him but was blocked in his way. He said unhappily, "Fu Yuanzhou, a good dog doesn't block the way."

Before leaving, Qiao Wan glanced at Pei Hansheng, utterly disappointed, and closed the office door.

Frustrated, she messaged Shen Yingtang, saying she wanted to go home to find her son and spend the holiday together.

"Qiao Wan, stop right there."

Jiang Chunzhi emerged from inside like a launched fireball, poised to knock Qiao Wan away in the next second.

She dodged, and Jiang Chunzhi's slap missed.

"Qiao Wan, I didn't kill Zhang Manman. If you say that again, I'll arrest you for defamation!"

Qiao Wan faced her and sneered, "Is that so? Zhang Manman left me some things before she died, enough to cement your guilt as a murderer!"

Jiang Chunzhi was emotional and vehemently denied it: "I'll say it one last time, she committed suicide, jumped off a building, and it has absolutely nothing to do with me!"

Qiao Wan curled her lips in disdain. The more agitated Jiang Chunzhi was, the more terrified she was.

"Pei Hansheng is protecting you, so you won't be punished. But Zhang Manman's vengeful spirit is still wandering here, watching you continue to do evil. Do you want to hear what she has to say?"

Jiang Chunzhi felt a chill run down her spine, her whole body radiating coldness: "A person is dead, that's it! What soul or ghost? Nonsense!"

Qiao Wan glanced behind Jiang Chunzhi, her eyes cold: "You've arrived."

Jiang Chunzhi felt a tap on her shoulder, and a woman appeared before her without her noticing.

"Sister Chunzhi, weren't you going to take me abroad to study piano? You're so kind, treating me like a little sister."

The woman was smiling one second, and suddenly burst into tears the next.

"But why did you strip me naked and send me to those men's beds? Do you know how scared I was? They locked me up for ten days, only gave me a little water, and then tortured me day and night in turns."

"Who are you? Don't come near me!"

The woman, who bore a striking resemblance to Zhang Manman, pressed closer to Jiang Chunzhi, saying, "I died so unjustly! It's so cold and lonely down there. Sister Chunzhi, please keep me company, please keep me company..."

The woman extended her hand to Jiang Chunzhi: "Let's keep each other company, Sister Chunzhi."

"Ah! Ah! There's a ghost! Qiao Wan has summoned a ghost!"

Jiang Chunzhi collapsed and sat down in the hospital corridor, attracting a large crowd of onlookers.

They only saw Jiang Chunzhi sitting on the ground, seemingly insane, talking to herself and waving her hand at the air.

Qiao Wan stood in the crowd and threw the bottle of medicine from her bag into the trash can.

This medicine was given to her by Jiang Chunzhi before. Fu Yuanzhou also put one tablet in the glass of water he handed over.

So this is what I used to be like. No wonder Pei Hansheng was so disgusted with her.

Tsk, how hateful, Jiang Chunzhi.

Hearing the commotion, Pei Hansheng quickly came out, his face full of worry.

Qiao Wan lowered her head, brushed past him, and quickly left the hospital.

Pei Hansheng looked around and heard someone outside say there was a crazy woman.

I thought it was Qiao Wan...