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

Qiao Wan braced herself against the edge of the table, enveloped in Pei Hansheng's broad embrace, feeling as if she were being pressed down by a small mountain.

She struggled, furious: "Pei Hansheng, don't be shameless, let me go!"

Pei Hansheng pulled down her pants, reached behind her back, pinched her chin, and said with a wicked smile, "Now you're calling me by my name? Were you upset with me earlier, calling me 'President Pei' all the time?"

Qiao Wan's eyes held a coldness, her expression indifferent, like a spider lily blooming on a cliff, teetering on the brink of collapse after being struck by fierce boulders. She tilted her head back to meet the torrential rain, proud and resolute.

Pei Hansheng's eyes reddened as he stared at her fair and beautiful back, her slender shoulders, and her swaying waist. The sight stirred his heart, and he was on the verge of tears.

He was about to lose control, but then he felt he was being too pathetic.

He grabbed her neck, turned her face to the side, bit her lips, and kissed her passionately.

Qiao Wan grabbed his strong wrist, the veins bulging, and scratched it with her fingernails, leaving bloody marks.

Pei Hansheng's eyes shone brightly, and he became even more excited.

He held her tightly in his arms, breathing slightly heavily, and asked, "Qiao Wan, do you love me?"

Qiao Wan was exhausted. The soreness from last night hadn't subsided, and the shadow of the relentless night loomed over her, yet her body was vaguely clamoring for stimulation.

She didn't seem to mind doing this with him at all, especially in his office. The shame and nervousness pounded against her heart.

"How pathetic," Qiao Wan cursed herself inwardly, but she couldn't control her reaction.

This emboldened Pei Hansheng even further.

"Would it kill you to tell the truth, Qiao Wan?" Pei Hansheng lifted her onto the table, admiring the changing expressions on her face. He felt a great sense of accomplishment, his empty heart was completely filled, and he could no longer utter a single sarcastic word.

"It's so beautiful, I love it!"

Qiao Wan closed her eyes, refusing to look or listen, resting her head on the man's shoulder, letting it come and go, repeating itself endlessly.

Pei Hansheng's forehead was covered in sweat, which fell onto her and spread out in pretty patterns.

His eyes were glued to the screen, and his heart was trembling violently.

"Baby, baby..."

Qiao Wan frowned, weakly raised her arm, and pounded it all over him.

"We're already divorced, don't even think about asking me to be your lover."

"If you don't want to be a lover, then what do you want to be, hmm?"

The fervor that had been ignited in Qiao Wan's eyes subsided, replaced by a mocking sneer: "Stranger? Can you even do that, Pei Hansheng?"

A storm raged in Pei Hansheng's eyes. Those four words felt like a knife slowly tearing at his heart: "Absolutely impossible! Don't even think about it!"

Qiao Wan curled her lips into a mocking sneer.

When a couple's relationship ends, they become either strangers or bitter enemies, unable to remain friends.

Voices came from the doorway, accompanied by the sharp sound of high heels scraping the floor.

Goldman Sachs followed Rong Wenying to Pei Hansheng's office, took a step forward, and spread his arms to block the doorway.

Rong Wenying was furious: "Goldman Sachs! Now you dare to block my way? Believe me, I can fire you with just one phone call, and you'll never be able to stay in Beijing again!"

Goldman Sachs deliberately raised his voice: "Madam, Mr. Pei really has something very important to discuss and does not allow anyone to disturb him."

"You scoundrel! You and Pei Hansheng were in cahoots, you definitely didn't do anything good in there! Get out!"

Rong Wenying kicked Goldman Sachs away, the blade-like heel of her high heel striking his bone.

Goldman Sachs immediately lay down on the spot: "President Pei, it's a workplace injury, a workplace injury!"

Rong Wenying glanced at Goldman Sachs and was furious.

Pei Hansheng was transformed from a steady and experienced heir into a spoiled and rebellious young master by following these people, wasting her decades of upbringing and ruining everything!

She pushed open the door and walked into the office.

Pei Hansheng was sitting at his desk, holding a video conference, switching smoothly between multiple languages, looking like he was working seriously.

Rong Wenying sniffed, feeling that there was an indescribable strange smell in the air.

She walked around the huge office, but found nothing, so she went to the lounge.

Pei Hansheng, without glancing to the side, reprimanded his subordinate in a stern tone, then patted the fluffy head with his hand.

Qiao Wan knelt under the desk, raised her eyes and glared fiercely at Pei Hansheng. The man lowered his eyes, met her gaze, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

Enraged, she grabbed his hand and bit it hard, leaving a row of bloody teeth marks.

Pei Hansheng winced in pain, hissing. In the video, the executives from various countries watched in shock as his expression subtly changed, from a stern face to a doting, mischievous grin, and they could vaguely sense a hint of passion in his eyes.

Rong Wenying searched the lounge and bathroom thoroughly, especially under the bed and in the closet, but found nothing.

She came out, and Pei Hansheng also ended the meeting.

He closed his laptop, stretched, and naturally opened his two long, straight legs.

From Qiao Wan's perspective.

She recalled many things from the past: when a woman falls in love with a man, she can bow and scrape before him, humble herself and submit to him, please him to the fullest extent, and even abandon her dignity.

There are almost no methods they haven't tried.

Qiao Wan bit her lip, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes and looked down at Qiao Wan with a lazy and relaxed expression, as if he was relaxing. His gaze never left Qiao Wan.

They were thinking the same thing.

Rong Wenying sat down on the sofa and swept the table full of food. Pei Hansheng hadn't eaten a single meal at home during the New Year. There was a grudge between mother and son, and it seemed that he was unwilling to back down.

She placed her priceless crocodile skin bag beside her, chin held high, her posture haughty.

"I didn't want to come, but I heard about what happened to Chunzhi at the hospital, so I came here specifically to ask you about it."

Pei Hansheng lazily raised his eyelids, rested his hand on the chair, and tapped his long fingers absentmindedly, his whole demeanor nonchalant.

"Why make things so complicated when a simple phone call could have sufficed?"

"I'd also like to come and see you. I'd like to invite you, Young Master Pei, to come home for a family reunion dinner tonight."

"No, I have plans tonight, and I'm not free tomorrow, the day after, or anytime after that." Pei Hansheng fiddled with his fingers and said in a low voice, "I have somewhere to go now; that's where my home is."

Rong Wenying's meticulously manicured nails sank into the sofa, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

She hated Pei Hansheng's disobedience. No matter how reckless he was before, he was always under her control. Now he was like a derailed train, a wild horse that had broken free of its reins!

Or perhaps he had been pretending all along until he couldn't take it anymore.

For the sake of a woman, mother and son broke off their relationship. Does Qiao Wan deserve it?

"Really? Could it be some kind of brothel?"

Pei Hansheng smiled but didn't say anything.

"Ms. Rong, if you really can't find anything to talk about, you can leave now. I'm very busy."

"Pei Hansheng, is this how you repay the kindness of raising me for over twenty years?" Rong Wenying stood up, grabbed a teacup from the table, and threw it at Pei Hansheng. "I'd be better off raising a few dogs than you!"

The teacup fell to the ground, smeared with blood, and rolled to Qiao Wan's feet. Pei Hansheng instinctively bent down and shielded her with his hand.

Qiao Wan trembled, looked up at the man who had pulled her into his arms, and smelled a faint scent of blood.