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

Qiao Wan shook her head, a hint of bitterness in her voice as she replied, her tone slightly urgent, "No..."

It's not what you think...

"Of course it can't be mine," Pei Han scoffed, ordering Goldman Sachs, "Show it to her."

Goldman Sachs pulled a survey out of his briefcase; there was very little information about Xiao Bao, only a single page of his household registration booklet.

Shen Wei is a Beijing resident. Her father is a print model and actor, and her mother is a teacher at the Beijing Performing Arts Academy.

As for the child's relationship with Qiao Wan—his aunt, Shen Yingtang, was Qiao Wan's only friend in the capital.

Qiao Wan stared at the document, feeling as if a thousand troops were trampling through her body, leaving her utterly shattered.

She's so ridiculous.

Going back and forth, sometimes giving up, sometimes hoping.

In the end, I made myself look so bad.

Pei Hansheng pinched her chin: "Why did you stop talking? Or are you trying to come up with something new?"

Qiao Wan met Pei Hansheng's gaze and gave a mocking smile.

Pei Hansheng, you are destined to lose your biological son.

But you don't care.

Pei Hansheng was stung by her laughter, feeling as if a piece of flesh and blood was being ripped from his heart, and he felt inexplicably irritated.

"You sent your friend's nephew to see me, complaining about the mistreatment you suffered here. What's your intention? Are you trying to get my pity, or do you regret bringing up the divorce?"

A loud roar rang in Qiao Wan's ears, but she couldn't hear what Pei Hansheng said.

She could only see a hint of anger on his handsome face, along with other emotions she couldn't understand.

A second before I fainted, the world went silent, and my body felt light as a withered flower, falling with the wind.

……

I woke up again in the hospital.

Qiao Wan's body hadn't recovered yet, and she was put on an IV drip again.

Fu Yuanzhou slowly lifted his eyelids, standing to one side with a furrowed brow.

The elderly man in a wheelchair next to him is Pei Xiongkai, Pei Hansheng's grandfather.

"Don't move, Xiao Wan." Fu Yuanzhou placed a pillow behind Qiao Wan and pressed her shoulders so she could lean back comfortably.

"Thank you, brother. What brings Grandpa here?"

"I was on duty when I saw your name on the emergency room list, so I came over. When I arrived, my grandfather and Hansheng's mother were both there."

Qiao Wan didn't say anything.

She went to the company without permission, breaking the Pei family's rule that only applied to her.

Pei Xiongkai tugged at Fu Yuanzhou's arm, looking somewhat anxious.

"Yuanzhou, what did Xiaowan say?"

After undergoing heart surgery, Pei Xiongkai was sent to a nursing home in Switzerland. He had just returned to China when Qiao Wan was hospitalized, and the elderly woman insisted on coming over even in a wheelchair.

If Qiao Wan hadn't performed cardiac resuscitation on him three years ago and called 120 in time to buy time for rescue, he would have died long ago.

The old man is recovering well, but he's deaf. He has to crane his neck to listen for a long time, which worries me a lot.

"Grandpa Pei, Xiao Wan said she has a cold, but it's nothing serious, so don't worry about her."

The old man's face crinkled with laughter: "Xiao Wan has a child? The Pei family has an heir. She told me to rest assured?"

Fu Yuanzhou was both amused and exasperated.

Qiao Wan wanted to explain, but Rong Wenying's angry voice rang out from outside the corridor.

Sharp, imposing, and clearly audible even through the door.

"The company's upper management is spreading rumors that Qiao Wan brought her child to the company and caused trouble, forcing you to cancel a billion-dollar international negotiation at the last minute. Clients even called your father, and we, at our age, had to grovel and apologize on your behalf. Can't you just divorce her already? How long are you going to let her cause trouble?!"

"What child? That belongs to someone else," Pei Han said indifferently. "With Qiao Wan's physical condition, could she even give birth to one?"

"Her family is so poor they're practically bankrupt, what good genes could they possibly have? Even if she were pregnant, the Pei family wouldn't acknowledge it!"

"What, you want to strangle me?"

"You dare to have one and see what happens! You grew up in a prestigious family, haven't you seen enough? Marrying the wrong wife ruins three generations. All the married women around you, weren't they all arranged marriages between equals? Chunzhi is the only daughter-in-law who can give the Pei family an heir!"

Pei Hansheng said in a nonchalant tone, showing his nonchalant attitude towards everything: "Let's give it a try."

Rong Wenying's voice suddenly rose: "Pei Hansheng! Are you going against me!"

Fu Yuanzhou walked over and opened the door.

"This is a hospital, please keep quiet."

"Big brother, please see my mom off."

Pei Hansheng patted Fu Yuanzhou on the shoulder, stepped into the ward, glanced at Qiao Wan, and looked indifferent.

"It's not too late for you to send me off when I die." Rong Wenying glared at Qiao Wan on the hospital bed, her eyes like sharp daggers, giving her a fierce look.

"A fox spirit reincarnated, you beast!"

Pei Xiongkai put his hand behind his ear, looked up at Pei Hansheng, and asked, "Is your mother going to become a nun?"

Pei Hansheng's handsome face remained cold and tense: "No."

Pei Xiongkai looked towards the door: "She wants to commit suicide? Wen Ying, you're a grandmother now, what's there to be upset about?"

Rong Wenying's eyes blazed with fury. She gritted her teeth, cursed under her breath, grabbed her crocodile skin bag, and stormed off.

Fu Yuanzhou closed the ward door, glanced at the crowd watching the commotion in the corridor, and his face was frighteningly gloomy.

He caught up with Rong Wenying in a few steps.

"Aunt Rong, my grandfather and Grandpa Pei were comrades-in-arms, and our families have been friends for generations. Let me give you a piece of advice: be lenient when you can. Xiao Wan is innocent. If you continue to treat her like this, and it doesn't turn mother and son against each other, then I will make sure you never have a moment's peace."

Fu Yuanzhou tucked his hands into his white coat and walked away.

Rong Wenying was stunned for a long time, her expression contorted with rage. She pressed the elevator buttons loudly, scaring others away.

……

In the ward.

A long silence followed.

Pei Xiongkai picked up his cane and tapped Pei Hansheng's leg.

"Go and bring the child over, I want to see him/her."

Pei Hansheng frowned: "What child?"

Pei Xiongkai was as happy as a child: "Is she still breastfeeding at home? Then I'll go to Tanshu after Xiaowan is discharged and give the baby a big red envelope. Boy or girl?"

Pei Hansheng remained silent with a gloomy face.

Qiao Wan lowered her head, looking like a delicate and beautiful porcelain doll. Her curled eyelashes fluttered, adding a touch of life to her face.

Pei Xiongkai said to himself, "Boy or girl is fine, preferably like Xiaowan. She has fair skin, is tall, has a good personality, is beautiful, and patient. She will definitely have no problem raising a child."

"When I first went abroad, I would call Xiaowan for any problems I encountered. She taught herself Swiss and German and could teach those caregivers a lesson over the phone until they dared not underestimate this old foreigner again."

Pei Hansheng's expression shifted slightly.

He didn't know these things, and no one told him.

He stared at Qiao Wan and sneered, "What a pity, no matter how much you perform, no one will see it."

Qiao Wan tugged at the corner of her lips: "There's nothing we can do about being blind."

Pei Xiongkai picked up his cane and shoved it hard into Pei Hansheng's pert buttocks:

"Are you even speaking human language?! Xiao Wan has done so much for the Pei family without anyone noticing, which shows she's kind. She's only nice to you because she's paying off the debts of that guy who's in jail. That's what you call loyalty."

Pei Hansheng's brows and eyes were sinister, a hint of ferocity flashing across them.

I'm not deaf anymore these days.

He impatiently called in the two servants outside: "Take them back to the old house."

The old man was wheeled away.

Qiao Wan lay down, turned her back to the window, and stared at the bare branches outside, her expression unfocused.

Pei Hansheng stared at her slender back.

"Qiao Wan, is the 'Little Male God' you saved in your phone contacts Shen Wei?"

Shen Wei is his biological son, yet he calls him like a stranger; it's ironic when you think about it.

Qiao Wan closed her eyes and said weakly, "Yes."

"What's the name of that murderer surnamed Ye? A male god?"

Qiao Wan frowned; if she continued, he would only hurl more harsh insults and mockery.

"Could you please not mention Ye Jizhou? Otherwise, I'll think you're jealous."

Her calm voice rang out softly, and time seemed to stand still for a long time.

Pei Hansheng chuckled coldly, piercing Qiao Wan's silence and illusions.

His face held an ambiguous darkness, and as he approached her, his chest seemed to rise and fall with restraint.

"Qiao Wan, is this answer important to you?"

His phone suddenly rang, and he answered it immediately: "Zhaozhao..."

"Don't rush, we'll be there now, it'll be quick, in ten minutes."

Pei Hansheng hurried along, and the door to the ward slammed shut behind him.

She took nothing with her, leaving only a vague and incomplete sentence, but Qiao Wan felt terribly empty inside.

She clutched the corner of the blanket, a tear rolling down her cheek and soaking the pillow.