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

Qiao Wan drove her car to the Pei Group building.

This is a landmark building in the capital. The Pei family spent hundreds of billions to build three skyscrapers and create a business empire. After the new heir took over, Pei Hansheng pushed the family business to a legendary level, creating one miracle after another.

He was always so high above, like the untouchable bright moon hanging in the sky. What right did he have to presume to belong to one person alone?

Qiao Wan closed the car door, holding the winery's brochure in her hands, and looked up at the group's magnificent golden logo. This logo used to be made of pure gold, and it was dazzling in the sunlight during the day.

Someone climbed up in the middle of the night to steal it, lost their life, and that's why it was changed to be painted gold.

Pei Hansheng has an outgoing and high-profile personality, but he kept their relationship a secret for four years. To him, it was a scandal, a dark history that should never be made public.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath and composed herself.

She didn't come as Pei Hansheng's ex-wife, but as an ordinary employee, a collaborator who provided services for his wedding photoshoot.

Having convinced herself, she strode into the company building.

The receptionist recognized her; it seemed like President Pei had taken this woman upstairs before, and she had stayed in the office all night, only coming out the next day.

However, they were unaware that the woman in front of them was Mrs. Pei.

President Pei's wife is a controversial topic in the company. Some say that President Pei loves her and protects her very well, not wanting her to appear in public. In addition, Mrs. Pei's brother has caused trouble several times, so she definitely won't appear in the company.

"Hello, miss, do you have an appointment?"

The receptionists were hesitant about Qiao Wan, sensing that she was either President Pei's mistress or someone with whom he had a casual relationship.

Qiao Wan said directly, "I'm an employee of Leyi Winery. President Pei wants some brochures, so I came to deliver them."

The receptionist scoffed, "Miss, please, if you want to go up, at least come up with a decent excuse. What kind of expensive brochure would it be worth Mr. Pei sending someone to deliver it personally? A winery? You're probably just selling alcohol. You guys are all talk and no action. We can't just let you go up there so easily."

"Then call Pei Hansheng and see what he says. If he really doesn't need it, I'll leave."

"Go if you want, no one's going to stop you."

The receptionist rolled her eyes, thinking that Qiao Wan was using tricks to threaten her.

Qiao Wan said in a low voice, "I'll call him myself."

Several receptionists suddenly looked up, their faces showing surprise, watching her dial the number. A deep, sexy voice came from the receiver: "Honey, are you here? Come up quickly."

Qiao Wan's face instantly darkened, and she held her phone a little further away.

The receptionists over there are about to go crazy.

"Was that President Pei just now?"

"President Pei called her 'wife'? And he seemed so eager, as if he was holding something back..."

"That woman sells wine, how could she be Mrs. Pei? She must be some vixen."

The group spoke with a mixture of sarcasm and anger, glaring at Qiao Wan with a shared sense of righteous indignation, their sharp eyes like blades.

Qiao Wan shook her head, thinking it was a bit too exaggerated.

"Pei Hansheng, I am just an employee of the winery you acquired. Please watch your words."

The man on the phone scoffed, "Sorry, wrong person."

Qiao Wan was speechless for a moment.

So who did he mistake her for? Jiang Chunzhi? Well, they've already started preparing their wedding photos.

Pei Hansheng broke the silence: "Bring up what I asked for."

Qiao Wan said helplessly, "President Pei, I can't go upstairs. Your receptionist said I didn't have an appointment and wants to kick me out."

Pei Hansheng frowned: "Wait."

The phone call ended, and Qiao Wan sat on the sofa in the lobby.

If they say wait, then wait.

She thought Pei Hansheng would call Gao Sheng down to pick her up.

The phone at the front desk rang, and the woman who had just mocked Qiao Wan without any mercy quickly answered it.

"Mr. Pei, there's a woman here who says she's looking for you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Pei Hansheng launched into a tirade of angry rebukes. "It's the New Year, and you don't even give the young girl any dignity. You've made her cover her mouth and cry, and she doesn't dare to complain."

Qiao Wan was quite puzzled when the woman walked towards her and bowed deeply at a 180-degree angle.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Pei. I was blind and didn't recognize you as our boss. Please forgive me, otherwise I would have lost my job."

Qiao Wan paused for a moment, then maintained a calm and polite smile: "President Pei was just joking. I'm not Mrs. Pei. He just likes to scare people. You have your rules, which I understand."

The young girl repeatedly expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, thank you so much."

"Can I go up now?"

"I'll unlock the door for you."

After Qiao Wan passed through the turnstile, the young girl, still feeling uneasy, led her to the president's private elevator: "This is President Pei's private passage, you can go straight up."

"Okay, thank you."

Qiao Wan stepped into the elevator, which had no floor buttons and went directly up to Pei Hansheng's office.

"President Pei." She stood at the door, knocked, and smiled impeccably.

"Come in."

Pei Hansheng rolled up his sleeves and placed the food on the desk. Opposite him was a chair prepared for Qiao Wan.

He picked up his utensils, chewed his food, and glanced at Qiao Wan seemingly unintentionally.

He didn't have much of an appetite before she came up.

"What are you standing there for? Sit down."

"Thank you, Mr. Pei. I'll remain standing. I've brought what you requested; may I place it on the table?"

Pei Hansheng glanced at the brochure slowly and deliberately: "Tell me about it."

"Tell me about it?" Qiao Wan was quite puzzled. "You're planning to take your engagement photos at the winery, you should be very familiar with that place, so I don't think I need to go into details, right?"

Pei Hansheng's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly: "Engagement photos? What's your opinion?"

"You've come to the wrong person," Qiao Wan said with a half-smile. "I have absolutely no experience with this. Why don't you ask your fiancée?"

Pei Hansheng swallowed the food in his mouth, took out a tissue to wipe his mouth, and felt a stomachache.

"No experience at all? You've already picked out your wedding ring and wedding dress."

Qiao Wan's smile froze, and a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes.

At that time, Pei Hansheng said that once his leg was healed, he would take her abroad to have a wedding in a cathedral and go on a honeymoon. She had imagined that scene countless times in her heart, and in her love, she even ordered a wedding dress and a pair of wedding rings.

In the end, it all came to nothing.

She cut up the wedding dress and threw it in the trash; the ring was long gone.

"President Pei, please don't make things difficult for me. I'm just a deliveryman; I have to rush to the next event after delivering the goods."

Pei Hansheng's gaze suddenly turned cold, and he abruptly stood up: "Who did you have lunch with? The foreigner Xiaobao mentioned, was it a man? Your tastes have gotten so out of control lately, you want to try something even more exciting?"

He just wanted to find out who her friend was who had dinner with, and whether they were some unknown swindlers.

His words, however, were like a sharp sword pulled from a vinegar jar, biting and piercing, each one aimed at Qiao Wan's dignity, determined to leave her riddled with wounds and drawing blood before she would regret and blame herself.

Qiao Wan raised her chin to stop the tears in her eyes from falling.

"It's none of your business who I hang out with, ex-husband."

"Qiao Wan!" Pei Hansheng came around, grabbed Qiao Wan's wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

He pinched her chin, his anger extinguished by her tears, leaving only excruciating pain.

"I'm not good. Actually, I don't want the brochure." He wiped away her tears, pulled her around, and nestled her against his broad chest. His hot breath tickled her ear, incredibly seductive: "I miss you, I want to see you, I want..."