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

Pei Hansheng's lips were bleeding, and he wiped the blood away with his fingertips: "You're like a dog, you can bark and you can bite."

Qiao Wan then came to her senses and realized that she was in Tanshu.

When Pei Hansheng kissed her, she thought she was dreaming.

Physical contact between the two remained in the first few months. After Pei Hansheng went abroad, she suffered from insomnia every night and had many dreams.

She kept dreaming about the car accident, or about doing intimate things with Pei Hansheng. He was sometimes gentle, sometimes passionate, and the feeling in her dreams was pleasurable.

But when she woke up, she found herself alone in the huge room, so desolate it felt like it could swallow her whole.

"My older brother doesn't know we've separated, so he sent me here."

Qiao Wan offered a brief explanation.

Otherwise, Pei Hansheng would accuse her of playing hard to get.

Pei Hansheng truly thought so.

"Does working in your line of work mean you can just get into any man's car?"

"You can take any job even if you don't work in this industry."

Qiao Wan was too tired to argue, so she went into the bathroom to wash her face and left.

Pei Hansheng stood still, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. As he looked for a lighter, the cell phone on the ground lit up.

When he carried Qiao Wan in, he took off her coat and bag and put them on the ground.

Looking down, the words "Little Male God" came into view.

His face was gloomy. He took away the cigarette, half-squatted down, and picked up the phone.

The phone kept ringing and stopping, like a bomb had been dropped. Pei Hansheng got annoyed, swiped to answer, and said in a dangerous tone, "Qiao Wan is sleeping in my bed. If you dare wake her up, I'll kill you."

The baby on the other end stared wide-eyed, mouth agape in shock, speechless.

The call was disconnected mercilessly.

She burst into tears.

Shen Yingtang rushed to the living room without even washing her hair, her heart pounding in her throat.

"What's wrong, Xiaobao? Why are you crying like this? It's scared your godmother to death."

"Bald boss...bald boss..." Xiao Bao complained, tears streaming down his face, "Doesn't the bald boss have his own mommy to put him to sleep? Why is he stealing Xiao Bao's mommy?"

Shen Yingtang picked up the phone and glanced at her watch.

Oh dear, she wondered what terrible thing had happened to Qiao Xiaowan.

"The bald boss is a mama's boy, but our little one is a man, so we won't argue with him."

Xiao Bao waved his little hands: "No, no, Mommy can only be Xiao Bao's Mommy, she can't sleep with the bald boss!"

Shen Yingtang blew Xiaobao's nose: "Mommy earns money from that bald boss and brings it home to support you, baby."

Xiao Bao was angry, and there was a hint of a certain man in his eyes: "Having money is great, right? I'll earn more money than him in the future and make him work for Mommy."

Shen Yingtang raised an eyebrow, staring at Xiao Bao's innocent and bewildered face.

What would be the reaction if Xiao Bao's true parentage were revealed to the world?

When parents are going through a divorce, the custody battle is bound to be fierce and bloody.

Shen Yingtang dared not think about the consequences, as it would cost Qiao Wan her life.

"Our little treasure will definitely amount to something in the future. Now it's time for bed, young master, isn't it?"

Xiao Bao, carrying a lop-eared rabbit plushie, walked into the children's room: "Godmother, I can sleep alone. I'm not afraid of the dark. Go take a shower and smell nice."

After taking a shower, Shen Yingtang opened the door to the children's room.

Light leaked out from the seams of the quilt.

I knew that kid wouldn't behave. He wasn't sleeping at all; he was probably secretly playing with his mom's old phone.

She stood outside the door for a while, and Xiao Bao fell asleep soon after. She went in and took her phone, which was full of Pei Hansheng's photos from the internet.

It has to be said that blood ties are truly amazing. This could be considered the first conversation between the father and son, arranged by fate.

……

After washing her face, Qiao Wan stood in front of the mirror for a long time.

Her face used to be like a painted mask, frighteningly white. After moving out, it gradually became rosy, and her eyes became brighter. The changes were so obvious that even she was surprised.

The sound of a car engine came from downstairs; Pei Hansheng had left.

She packed her things and prepared to leave.

The living room was brightly lit, and a maid stood downstairs to greet her.

"Would you like a late-night snack, Madam? Mr. Pei just ordered some premium bird's nest; shall I make you some rock sugar bird's nest to nourish your body?"

The servants at Tanshu do not live at home; they work for a few hours during the day and then leave.

Qiao Wan didn't understand what Pei Hansheng was trying to do.

If you think this is a change made for her, then you're being too presumptuous.

"No."

"Is Madam going out? It's so late, should we send a driver?"

Qiao Wan turned around, catching the attentive maid off guard, who took a few steps back.

Zhang Xiu's attitude was inconsistent; most of the time she treated Qiao Wan like air, and sometimes she would make sarcastic remarks.

It was she who complained to Pei Hansheng, causing him to be called back to China and argue with Qiao Wan.

He would occasionally be very friendly, kindly chatting with Qiao Wan about everyday things, saying everything.

"Aunt Zhang, did Pei Hansheng give you any tasks?"

"Mr. Pei didn't say anything. He answered a phone call and left in a hurry."

Qiao Wan couldn't help but ask, "Whose call was it?"

"It's a woman. Young Master Pei calls her Zhaozhao. You can tell from that their relationship is quite special."

Zhao Zhao...

Qiao Wan sneered.

"Madam, when are you coming home? Don't stay out all night again, or Mr. Pei will be in big trouble."

Zhang Xiu watched Qiao Wan's figure disappear from sight.

A shadow crossed his face as he went back to get his phone and sent a text message.

Qiao Wan strode out of Tanshu. There were taxis soliciting passengers by the roadside, so she got in and said, "Jinxiu Jiayuan, thank you."

It was already late, but Qiao Wan was surprisingly energetic.

She held up her phone to summarize the feedback from the guests at tonight's wine party and review the details of the communication.

An email popped up.

My whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

I'm a bit stressed from all the torment.

But the email contained sender information, and it was from a friend in her contacts.

Xu Qiangwei.

The email contained only one sentence: "[What white moonlight and cinnabar mole? Turns out, this hidden gem is your husband's true love.]"

The attachment is a photo.

Qiao Wan had seen Pei Hansheng and a girl at the maternity hospital before. The girl looked very young, with long, straight black hair covering her face, and her lower abdomen was slightly protruding under her loose white dress.

Now Qiao Wan knows her name is Zhao Zhao.

She replied to Xu Qiangwei: [Who gave you the photo?]

Xu Qiangwei: [Let's add each other on WeChat first, and then arrange a time to meet and talk.]

Qiao Wan had long ago deleted all her WeChat friends and didn't want to have any connection with the past.

[Never mind, I'm not really interested.]

She did not agree to Xu Qiangwei's friend request. Having shared a dormitory with her in college, she knew Xu Qiangwei's character well: a snob, a gossip, and a cunning schemer.

It's likely that Hsu Chiang-wei is hiding a lot of information. By posting a photo and adding her as a friend, she'll have plenty of opportunities to stir things up later.

[Qiao Wan, how did you become so timid? Where did that stunningly talented, confident, and radiant campus goddess from university go? I truly despise you. No wonder President Pei doesn't have feelings for you.]

Qiao Wan turned off her phone and gazed at the desolate scenery outside the window.

Where did you go?

It had long been worn away in a marriage that he couldn't have.