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

Qiao Wan looked in Pei Hansheng's direction, a slight ripple in her heart. Before she could answer, someone pushed her shoulder.

Jiang Chunzhi jogged toward Pei Hansheng's car.

"Hansheng, these are clothes my mother prepared for me. Five embroiderers from the Jiangnan Embroidery Workshop spent two years meticulously crafting them. What do you think?"

Jiang Chunzhi spun around in front of Pei Hansheng. Her figure was neither tall nor voluptuous. She wore breast pads and fake buttocks, which made her unremarkable natural figure stand out even more.

And they always have inexplicable self-confidence.

Just like her personality, she's fake and has a plastic feel to her.

"fine."

Pei Hansheng's voice came through Qiao Wan's phone. He didn't hang up, but put the phone aside and looked at Qiao Wan as he spoke.

He did it on purpose, deliberately telling her about their conversation.

"Isn't this a bit too much? It's like a wedding." Jiang Chunzhi asked tentatively, "We agreed it would be a family photo, but when I arrived, I found that it was decorated like an engagement party, with both of our names on it."

"Not bad, very fitting for the occasion, and red suits you well too."

Pei Hansheng spoke casually, his arm draped over the car window, his fingertips brushing against his thin lips as he squinted at Qiao Wan's reaction.

Qiao Wan couldn't take it anymore, turned around and hung up the phone, instructing Du Yi: "I'll go prepare the red wine, you keep an eye on things outside."

Du Yi watched as Qiao Wan strode quickly into the winery, her back view decisive and efficient, then turned her head to look in Pei Hansheng's direction.

Pei Hansheng quickly got out of the car. Before the car door was even closed, his feet were already pointing towards Qiao Wan. Watching her disappear from sight, disappointment appeared on his face.

Du Yi sighed inwardly and went to help with the scene setup.

Jiang Chunzhi curled her lips into a cold smile, walked up to Pei Hansheng, and blinked innocently: "Hansheng, I didn't know Qiao Wan was here. Our two families were taking pictures. Who invited her?"

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes, glanced at her coldly, took out sunglasses from the car and put them on, covering most of his face.

Cold and aloof, keeping people at arm's length.

Jiang Chunzhi's heart skipped a beat. She stood on tiptoe to touch the faint wound visible beneath his hair: "Hansheng, what happened to you here? Did Auntie come to see you yesterday and you two argued? It's all our fault. Auntie was angry because of me..."

Pei Hansheng frowned, closed the car door, and pushed Jiang Chunzhi away.

He's in a bad mood right now and has no patience for anyone. Jiang Chunzhi has been talking a lot, and he's getting impatient with her.

Jiang Chunzhi crashed into the cold car body, a dull pain shooting through her back. Tears welled up in her eyes, but more intense than the grievance was a surge of hatred and jealousy.

She leaned there weakly, tears streaming down her face. "Hansheng, I'm sorry for making you angry, but I'm really in so much pain. I don't know what I said or did wrong."

Pei Hansheng glanced at her, realizing that he had acted impulsively due to his anger.

He gave Jiang Chunzhi his hand and pulled her up.

Jiang Chunzhi threw herself into his arms, while her group of girlfriends, who were with her, were not far away, taking pictures with their phones.

Wow, you two are such a perfect match!

"Young Master Pei, look at the camera and smile."

Pei Hansheng's brows were frosty as he released Jiang Chunzhi, his sharp, thin lips pressed together, and he went into the winery without saying a word.

He stopped as he passed Du Yi: "Where is Qiao Wan?"

"President Pei, Sister Qiao is in the underground wine cellar. All the workers are on holiday. She went down to inspect the wine and brought up a few bottles to entertain the guests who are coming for the buffet lunch."

Pei Hansheng's expression grew increasingly grim.

She's incredibly attentive when it comes to making wedding dresses for others.

He stepped inside, intending to find Qiao Wan, but Pei Xinyang stood in the lobby, blocking his way.

"This is an occasion where we need you. Where are you going? Go out and entertain the Jiang family."

Pei Xinyang had sharp features, a gloomy face, and an exceptionally intimidating aura, especially when he was angry, which sent chills down people's spines.

Pei Hansheng grew up being suppressed, and even during his rebellious adolescence, he was terrified by Pei Xinyang's whip. Even now, he still fears his father.

He was quite displeased: "Today's occasion was supposed to be just a regular family photo shoot, but it's been changed into engagement photos. Did anyone inform me?"

"Now I'm informing you that today, as the male lead, you must demonstrate your responsibility and fulfill the promises made by the Pei family and the Jiang family."

"I'd rather you whip me to death."

"I won't hit you, otherwise your mother will argue with me again. Although she is completely disappointed in you, you are still her only son. I can't hurt you, but someone has to pay the price for your willfulness."

Pei Xinyang's words were full of threats. He knew Pei Hansheng's weakness and knew how to manipulate him.

"What do you intend to do to Qiao Wan now?" Pei Hansheng said, enunciating each word clearly, "You are not allowed to touch her again, otherwise—"

He looked directly into Pei Xinyang's sharp eyes, a resolute glint in them: "I don't mind changing my name and starting my own business. From now on, I will be irreconcilably opposed to the Pei family."

"You bastard!" Pei Xinyang said angrily, habitually looking for something. "Your mother and I have really raised an ingrate. You still want to be our enemy. If it weren't for us, what would you be?"

Pei Xinyang unbuckled his belt and swung it violently at Pei Hansheng.

Pei Hansheng remained expressionless, enduring the excruciating pain.

Footsteps came from over there. Qiao Wan pushed the wine up and walked up. The scene of the father and son confronting each other made him stop in his tracks.

Pei Xinyang raised his belt and swung it at the photo frame hanging on the wall, which contained a picture of Qiao Wan when she won first place in sales.

The lens shattered into pieces, fragmenting the stunning face in the photo.

Qiao Wan stepped back, somewhat startled.

Pei Hansheng's gaze fell on the mess on the ground, and a deep, unspeakable look flashed in his eyes.

He looked up and said coldly to Qiao Wan, "The guests outside are all waiting. What are you standing there for? Today is a big day for both families. If you dare to make any mistakes, I'll skin you alive."

Qiao Wan was slightly taken aback, and curled her lips in a mocking smile. Du Yi happened to come in, lowered his head and dared not make a sound, and helped Qiao Wan take the wine out.

Looking back, Qiao Wan was still standing in the same spot.

He ran back, grabbed Qiao Wan's hand, and led her out.

Qiao Wan found it ridiculous. This was a winery, her territory. She should have retorted earlier and embarrassed Pei Hansheng.

Inside, Pei Xinyang finally gave Pei Hansheng a smile of approval.

"You've always been smart, able to distinguish between what's important and what's not, and you know when to give up something after weighing it carefully."

He patted Pei Hansheng on the shoulder, full of relief: "After the divorce is finalized and you marry into the Jiang family, your two cousins ​​will only be able to struggle desperately against you. They won't be smug for long."

Pei Hansheng remained motionless, clenching his fists, lowering his eyes, and concealing the turbulent undercurrents within him.

He scoffed, "I'll write my resignation letter today."

Pei Xinyang looked incredulous.

Outside, a police siren suddenly sounded, and an official car drove into the winery. Two men in hats got out, walked up to Jiang Chunzhi, and handcuffed her.