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

Pei Hansheng stayed downstairs for a long time. The light in that window was always on, reflecting in his dark eyes and adding a touch of warmth.

He took out his phone and texted Qiao Wan: [Eat dinner while it's hot, goodnight, get some rest.]

I waited for a long time, but there was no reply.

He wanted to smoke again, but after lighting up and taking two puffs, he remembered he was trying to conceive and put it out.

He leaned back and let out a long breath.

He thought to himself, "If only we had a child. Qiao Wan loves children so much. If they had one, maybe they wouldn't get divorced."

As for Xiao Bao, he treated him as his own son and loved him dearly.

Pulling at his tie, Pei Hansheng sneered. How ridiculous it was that someone as proud as him had fallen to such a state.

The phone rang; it was the fourth brother calling.

He's definitely being asked to go out drinking again. He also wants to get drunk and then go back to the hotel to sleep.

"Second brother, where are you?"

"No matter where I am, just give me your address while we're drinking, and I'll come over."

"It's the first day of the Lunar New Year today. Why are you drinking? You're celebrating the New Year at my hometown. Didn't you go home to be with your aunt and uncle? Or are you in a bad mood and trying to drown your sorrows in alcohol during the holiday?"

Pei Hansheng gazed at the starry sky outside the skylight with his dark, deep eyes, appearing even more forlorn.

"Second brother, are you still entangled with that woman? You're about to get divorced, why are you still going to see her? Every time you do, you end up heartbroken and hurting your health. I really feel sorry for you. If it really doesn't work out, you should remarry as soon as possible."

Pei Hansheng's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.

Seeing his silence, the person on the other end probably thought he was taking the advice and considering it.

"Second brother, I didn't mean you have to marry Chunzhi, but think about it, in the entire Beijing circle, which wealthy socialite is more suitable for you than the Jiang family? The Jiang family has connections in politics and is also a jewelry family. Their family background is far superior to others."

Pei Hansheng mocked him, "Why do you talk like an old woman?"

"Isn't that how it is in our circle? We may have fun, but when it comes to marriage, we definitely want someone who can help us. Especially after seeing so many examples around me at tonight's family gathering, I feel the importance of family background even more."

Pei Hansheng was annoyed.

From childhood, everyone around him instilled this idea in him: to marry someone of equal social standing and to form a powerful alliance. If he adhered to this approach, Jiang Chunzhi would indeed be a good match.

Respecting each other like guests, living in harmony and mutual respect, without much romantic love, is enough to get through this life.

But now he's determined to go down this path to the bitter end. Qiao Wan is the wrong path for him. He just doesn't believe in fate and wants to see if there are any miracles on this path that others don't believe in.

To be honest, his suffering was entirely self-inflicted.

"Second brother, don't think I'm being annoying. You probably don't even have confidence in yourself. Do you think that woman truly loves you? Think about it, why did she marry you in the first place? Wasn't it all for that guy surnamed Ye..."

Pei Hansheng sat up, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly it creaked.

"Hang up."

He stepped on the gas, drove out of the darkness, weaved through Jinxiu Jiayuan, and merged into the bustling traffic.

Qiao Wan stood by the window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and watched Pei Hansheng leave before her heart gradually settled down.

She couldn't get close to him; the closer she got, the more painful it became.

Actually, this is quite good. We gradually drift apart, giving each other time and space, and wiping away all the past, good and bad.

Becoming strangers again is the best ending for them.

Qiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't have much of an appetite, dragged her heavy body back to the bedroom, and collapsed onto the bed, feeling quite tired.

My phone chimed; An Leyi had sent me a message.

[Honey, get some rest early tonight, put on a face mask. Two big families are getting engaged tomorrow, and you're the face of our winery; you can't let them down.]

Qiao Wan squinted at the message, then gripped her phone and replied: [Okay, Sister Leyi, don't worry about it, leave it to me.]

She tossed her phone aside, turned off the light, and convinced herself that tomorrow was just work, and she shouldn't let personal feelings get in the way. Then she turned off the light and went to sleep.

……

The next day.

Qiao Wan drove to the winery, accompanied by Du Yi.

Du Yi is from Beijing. He was really bored at home during the Spring Festival. He originally wanted to ask Qiao Wan to go out and have fun, but when he heard that she had work, he immediately came to help.

When they arrived at the winery, they found that the wedding planning company was already setting up the scene.

Du Yi looked around and said, "Sister Qiao, isn't this a New Year's photoshoot? Why does it look like an engagement? Isn't President Pei with you...?"

"We're divorced." Qiao Wan flipped through the wedding planning document from the wedding company, her expression indifferent. "We're in a cooling-off period, so don't make a fuss about it, or someone might make things difficult for you."

Du Yi was initially surprised: "Divorce? How could this happen? President Pei doesn't seem to be faking it when he treats you. Is there some misunderstanding...?"

"Du Yi!" Qiao Wan closed the proposal and reached out to pull his ear: "Who is your boss anyway? Why do you have to go against me?"

"Oh dear, I was wrong, Sister Qiao."

The sound of an engine came from the entrance of the winery. The two people turned around and saw a luxury van drive in ostentatiously.

Several women in formal dresses got out of the car and surrounded it, clapping and cheering, "Chunzhi, Chunzhi, Chunzhi..."

Jiang Chunzhi stepped out of the car after much coaxing. She was wearing a red cheongsam, which looked very festive, and her hair was styled in a bun. She had specially asked a stylist to do her bridal makeup.

Du Yichao approached Qiao Wan, covered her mouth, and said, "Sister Qiao, why are they being so high-profile? President Pei hasn't left yet, is he? This is so disrespectful to you."

Qiao Wan slapped the proposal onto Du Yi: "There's a media conference later, so let's pretend we don't hear anything today and stop talking nonsense."

Du Yi shrugged as he watched the group of rich girls taking pictures like crazy, and seeing that Pei Hansheng was nowhere to be seen.

"I don't know why, but with all this fuss, I have a feeling something bad is going to happen."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips, glanced in Jiang Chunzhi's direction, and Jiang Chunzhi looked at her, giving her a thumbs up and then turning it down, signifying contempt.

Her eyes were so arrogant, she looked down on everyone as if she had already taken the place of Mrs. Pei.

I heard that Pei Xinyang strongly urged Pei Hansheng to propose, using Pei Hansheng's career as leverage. It wasn't easy to climb to that position, so Pei Hansheng wouldn't refuse.

Qiao Wan looked away, and the Pei family's car arrived, followed closely by Pei Hansheng's luxury car.

The elders from both families entered the winery one after another.

Pei Hansheng made a phone call to Qiao Wan while he was in the car.

"If you don't want me to be involved in today's engagement ceremony, get in my car and I'll turn around and leave right now."

Qiao Wan held her phone to her ear, gazing at the black car in the distance. It was quite valuable, enough for an ordinary person to buy a school district apartment in Beijing.

"President Pei, everything is ready, everyone is waiting for you."

Pei Hansheng rolled down the car window, and even from a distance, one could still sense the coldness in his expression.

So cold, his gaze pierced Qiao Wan's heart like an arrow.

Neither of them hung up the phone. There was a moment of silence on the other end, and the man was almost gritting his teeth.

"Qiao Wan, I'm asking you one last time, are you really determined not to leave me? If the answer is yes, then the engagement will proceed as scheduled today."