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

Qiao Wan sat in Pei Hansheng's car. Outside, it was noisy and chaotic. She watched as Jiang Chunzhi was taken into a police car.

When she first called the police, she didn't have much hope, thinking that the matter would just be dropped like before.

It went so smoothly, as if divinely inspired.

Over there, Pei Hansheng was surrounded by Jiang's parents, Rong Wenying, and Pei Xinyang. The four of them took turns trying to persuade him. His expression was more solemn than ever before, as if they were discussing how to release Jiang Chunzhi.

Qiao Wan curled her lips into a cold smile.

In such matters, he invariably chooses to stand on the opposite side.

A short while later, Pei Hansheng got into the car, fastened his seatbelt, and turned to look at Qiao Wan.

"Did you call the police?"

Qiao Wan didn't speak, turned her head to look out the window, and refused to communicate with him.

Pei Hansheng sat up straight and looked at her face through the rearview mirror.

When Qiao Wan was angry, she was as cold as ice to him, not saying a word, just keeping quiet and making him guess everything.

He rubbed his temples, feeling conflicted. He took a deep breath, stepped on the gas, and drove the car out of the winery.

Qiao Wan noticed that as soon as they left, cars from the Pei family's old residence and cars from the Jiang mansion followed behind.

"Where are you taking me? Stop!"

Qiao Wan went to open the car door, but Pei Hansheng locked it, turned around and quickly glanced at her: "Qiao Wan, are you crazy? You dare to jump out of the car? Don't you value your life?"

Qiao Wan gripped the handle and questioned Pei Hansheng, "What do those people behind you mean? Are you going to lock me up, torture me, coerce and bribe me to go to the police station to withdraw the police report and release Jiang Chunzhi?"

Pei Hansheng gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring straight ahead, and drove very fast: "Qiao Wan, you're being too extreme right now, and you've made too many enemies. It's not good for you."

Qiao Wan found it all quite amusing.

"What, you still think Jiang Chunzhi is a pure and innocent little white flower?"

Pei Hansheng frowned: "Let's not discuss this topic; we'll just start arguing if we do."

Qiao Wan felt a tightness in her chest and didn't want to argue with him anymore.

In short, she achieved her goal, and how Pei Hansheng viewed her was unimportant.

The car stopped in front of a restaurant, a long-established Chinese restaurant with the highest per capita consumption in Beijing. The diners here are all wealthy people, and the environment inside is extremely private.

Pei Hansheng went around to the back and opened the door for Qiao Wan: "Get out of the car."

Qiao Wan remained unmoved, raising her chin and coldly sneer, "What, are you going to plead for your little lover? Making such a big fuss, aren't you giving me too much credit?"

Pei Hansheng, his face cold, bent down and got into the car, exuding an extremely oppressive threat.

"That's enough for you."

His hands roamed over Qiao Wan's body, then he lifted her by the waist and carried her out horizontally.

Qiao Wan was furious: "Pei Hansheng, don't push your luck. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. I have more evidence of Jiang Chunzhi's illegal and criminal activities. Aren't you afraid that she will never be able to recover and will never be able to get out of jail?"

Pei Hansheng curled his lips into a smile that even he himself didn't realize.

It was as if he wasn't afraid or cared at all.

Qiao Wan paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.

He is the heir of the Beijing elite circle, wielding immense power and influence, navigating both business and politics with ease, manipulating everything with ease. This time, she was lucky; she used all her trump cards to get Jiang Chunzhi imprisoned. Once Pei Hansheng intervenes, the outcome becomes unpredictable.

Pei Hansheng carried Qiao Wan into the restaurant, looking down at her with a smile that never faded.

"Just be yourself for today's meal."

His voice was deep and husky, and when it reached Qiao Wan's ears, she thought she had misheard. She looked up and met Pei Hansheng's eyes, and a smile vanished in those deep pupils.

The two cars behind them parked one after another, and the Pei couple and the Jiang couple got out of the cars and followed them into the private room.

Qiao Wan was placed next to Pei Hansheng. Pei Xinyang and Jiang Taotian sat in the main seats, followed by the two ladies. The two younger women were seated in more secluded positions.

Qiao Wan was the furthest away from them, and Pei Hansheng handed her the menu: "Order whatever you want."

"Bring one of the most expensive items."

Since it's a trap, can't she treat herself to something nice?

Pei Hansheng ordered the dishes from the waiter, then looked up and asked the others, "I ordered our usual favorites, so it's a bit much, and I don't want to waste any."

Rong Wenying took the menu and looked at it, then frowned: "Spicy crayfish, boiled fish slices, these are all heavy-flavored dishes. It looks like poor people's food. How could you possibly like to eat these?"

Qiao Wan gave Rong Wenying a cold glance.

These dishes are all Qiao Wan's favorite flavors, and they are very popular at the dinner table. It's ridiculous how rich people have to divide meals into different classes.

Pei Hansheng picked up a damp towel and wiped his hands, saying casually, "This meal was because you needed Qiao Wan's help. Who asks for favors and then complains?"

Jiang Taotian continued, "Since we've come this far, let's get straight to the point. Miss Qiao, how much money do you want to change your story? Go to the police station and say you made a mistake, and we'll settle this privately."

"I didn't call the wrong police," Qiao Wan said. "I refuse to settle this privately with you."

"You!" Sun Anhui's eyes blazed with anger, but she forced a smile that was laced with malice. "As far as I know, you have a history of mental illness. Once this illness flares up, it causes mental instability and bizarre behavior. How can you guarantee that calling the police wasn't just a reckless act during an episode?"

Qiao Wan said, "You don't need to worry about whether I'm sick or not; the evidence is irrefutable."

"Young man, you're still too naive," Sun Anhui said. "If you end up in a mental hospital one day, what good will those things you have do with your life?"

Qiao Wan understood.

They called it pleading for her, but it was actually a covert and overt suppression. They even threatened to send her to a mental hospital. These people are truly wicked.

She looked at Pei Hansheng, secretly hoping he would say something on her behalf.

He simply took a sip of water, then slowly looked at her: "Qiao Wan, a wise person knows when to yield. Hand over those things, and I guarantee you'll still be my pampered Mrs. Pei."

"Pei Hansheng, are you sick? If you are, go get treated right away."

Qiao Wan picked up her bag and got up to leave.

I thought he was different from these people, but it turns out he's just giving me a slap and then a candy. Does he think of me as some worthless piece of trash?

Pei Hansheng stood up, gripped her hand tightly, and frowned: "If you dare to leave, there will be a car from the mental hospital outside to pick you up."

Qiao Wan broke out in a cold sweat, staring at Pei Hansheng in disbelief.

"You're despicable. So you're all in cahoots, equally vile and shameless. No wonder you've become a family."

A subtle glint of darkness flashed across Pei Hansheng's dark eyes. Qiao Wan shook off his hand and sat down.

She glanced around at everyone present, her gaze arrogant and indifferent.

"Since you're asking for a favor, show some sincerity first. If you can't meet my conditions, I won't give in."