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

Jiang Taotian lit a cigar, tossed the lighter on the table, and snorted coldly: "I knew it. A commoner like you will agree to anything as long as the benefits are right."

Qiao Wan's gaze swept coldly over them: "I want 80% of the shares of your Jiang's Jewelry."

"What?!"

Apart from Qiao Wan, everyone present was dumbfounded. Pei Hansheng glanced at Qiao Wan, who was leaning casually against the dining chair, her body posture leaning towards her.

Jiang's Jewelry is a listed company. Not to mention that the Jiang family holds 40% of the shares, the remaining 60% are scattered in the market and among retail investors. Even if they were beaten to death, they couldn't come up with that much.

Pei Xinyang chuckled softly: "Pei Hansheng, look at the wife you married. Does she even know what equity structure or shares are? What a big mouth she has! She's made the Pei family lose face the moment she opens her mouth, and she still dares to negotiate with people here."

Qiao Wan did not back down because of this.

She knew very well that the Chiang family wouldn't give her 80% of the shares, and she didn't really want to give in either. Asking for something that others couldn't give was itself a form of rejection.

"I know exactly what I'm talking about, and I know what 80% of the shares means, but you should understand one thing: you are the ones begging me. If you can't give me what I want, then there's no point in talking."

She picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

The man under the table grabbed her wrist with one large hand and pulled her down with seven-tenths of his strength, causing Qiao Wan to sit down.

Pei Hansheng's gaze swept lightly over Qiao Wan, his deep black eyes holding an ambiguous meaning, a hint of threat mixed with a touch of amusement.

He watched her being roasted on the fire like an outsider observing from the sidelines, and he was the one who personally brought her to this predicament.

Jiang Taotian squinted, a cigar dangling from his lips. The person negotiating with him at the negotiating table was not the little girl he had imagined. From the very beginning, everyone had underestimated Qiao Wan.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette in the ashtray: "Eighty percent of the shares in Jiang's Jewelry are something we ourselves can't afford, let alone give to you. Besides, what right do you, a woman and an outsider to the Jiang family, have to hold shares in the Jiang family? Miss Qiao, I advise you not to be so greedy. I can give you money or jewelry, but the conditions you've set are clearly designed to make things difficult for us."

Qiao Wan scoffed, ignoring them, and turned to Pei Hansheng, asking, "Is the food here served so slowly? Do you expect me to go hungry and argue with a bunch of old foxes?"

She now has plenty of confidence and is fearless. Taking advantage of her temporary advantage, she can be arrogant and retaliate for all the humiliation she suffered in the past.

Pei Hansheng stared at Qiao Wan, stunned for a moment.

He suddenly smiled, snapped his fingers, and the waiter opened the door and placed the ordered dishes on the table one by one.

The man put on disposable gloves and began peeling crayfish. After peeling one, he placed it on the bone plate next to Qiao Wan, which quickly piled up into a small mountain.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, he showed no embarrassment or dissatisfaction, calmly feeding Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan looked at him, but she could no longer see him clearly.

To say he's bad is that he always considered her needs during this meal. To say he's good is that he had ulterior motives.

All of this can only be described as his tactics, and his only goal is to release Jiang Chunzhi.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan sneered inwardly.

She raised her hand and knocked over the hot tea beside him. The scalding water spilled onto the back of the man's hand, and even through a plastic glove, it was still clearly visible that a large area of ​​his hand, with its distinct knuckles, was scalded red.

Pei Hansheng paused, his brows furrowing slightly as he stared at Qiao Wan with a complex expression in his eyes.

Qiao Wan curled her lips and said to him teasingly, "I don't need you to do these things for me. You're so hypocritical."

Pei Hansheng's expression darkened slightly, and the subtle tenderness that had been lingering in his eyes disappeared.

She took off her gloves and slowly stood up: "Excuse me, everyone, I need to go to the restroom."

With him gone, Qiao Wan will have to face four menacing enemies alone.

She deliberately ignored them, lowered her head, and ate her food in silence.

The Jiang couple were already gritting their teeth, wishing they could tear Qiao Wan to pieces, but they were wary of the shady things in her hands, and their anger caused them internal injuries.

Outside, Pei Hansheng walked to the restaurant entrance, and sure enough, a car drove up from the mental hospital, where several tall men had been waiting for a long time.

He walked over and berated them: "Who gave you permission to come?"

"It was the third wife of Chiang Kai-shek's mansion who called and said there was a madwoman here. She told us to take her away when she came out."

Pei Hansheng said coldly, "You've got the wrong person. She's not crazy, she's my wife. You can get out now."

Upon hearing this, the men exchanged glances. They were facing the ruthless Crown Prince of the capital, and naturally dared not offend him.

They threw the tools used to tie up the person into the car and drove off.

Pei Hansheng raised his hand and looked at it; a large patch of skin that had spread from the base of his thumb to the back of his hand was burning with pain.

He curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile.

When that woman got angry, she was like a tiger cub with sharp claws, somewhat resembling his usual style. Perhaps when two people are together for a long time, they influence each other and slowly begin to resemble one another.

He went into the restaurant and went to the restroom to wash his hands with running water.

Just then, his subordinate called. He answered the phone, placed it on his shoulder, and stared at the rushing water.

"President Pei, the matter of reporting those two big tigers at the Jiang mansion has been taken care of. They won't be able to get away for a while; the amount of money they embezzled is too large, and it has already alarmed their superiors. They won't be able to recover anytime soon. Now, Miss Jiang's matter will also become very troublesome. Do you need me to find someone to release Miss Jiang?"

Pei Hansheng's eyes, as deep as the sea, held a dim, ethereal light.

"Arrange a single room for Chunzhi first, and give her special care. As for whether or not to let her go, it's not up to me. At least Qiao Wan is not willing right now."

"Okay, then I understand what you mean. As long as Miss Qiao doesn't reveal herself, Miss Jiang won't be able to get out. All of this you've done in secret, yet you're unwilling to say it aloud, preferring to be misunderstood, is actually a way of secretly protecting Miss Qiao."

Pei Hansheng turned off the tap, took out some paper to wipe his hands, and did not continue talking to the other person.

He hung up the phone and stared at his face in the mirror.

Perhaps it's because he's worn the mask for so long that he longs for a pair of eyes that can see through his appearance and reach his heart. But he seems to have waited too long and never received that person's understanding. His heart is always filled with more disappointment than expectation.

However, he didn't seem to have any expectations anymore. He just hoped that Qiao Wan would invite him into her house tonight and that they could sleep in the same bed.

He crumpled the paper towel into a ball and threw it in the trash can. He loosened his tie, a nonchalant, carefree expression on his face, and returned to the private room.