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

Qiao Wan left the hospital, got into a taxi, leaned back in her seat, and looked listless.

The driver was a middle-aged woman with a kind face and a warm heart.

Seeing her come out of the hospital, carrying a torn plastic bag, silent and looking aloof and world-weary, was truly endearing.

"Little sister, I see you're clutching your tummy, what's wrong?"

Qiao Wan raised her eyelids. Having been out of touch with society for too long, she longed to interact with the outside world. The other person's kindness made her willing to open her heart.

"Incompatible sex life".

The woman glanced at Qiao Wan through the camera lens: "You're married? Your husband isn't good enough?"

I guess so.

She didn't have much experience, and this time it wasn't like four years ago; it was both painful and dry, like being stabbed with knives inside.

"You look very young, and your husband isn't much older either. Have you been having some problems in your relationship lately? Actually, these things are all about letting things happen naturally. First, flirt a little, create some atmosphere, and when the feeling is right, it will happen naturally."

Qiao Wan benefited greatly: "Big sister, you're right."

When feelings fade, the body is the first to change, rejecting and resisting, unable to be compatible with the other person, and everything becomes difficult.

The driver wanted to say a few more words of comfort when Qiao Wan's phone rang.

"Hey, Mr. Luo."

"Qiao Wan, are you feeling better? I'm busy today, but I was thinking of visiting you at the hospital tomorrow."

"I've been discharged from the hospital and I can go back to work tomorrow."

"No rush, no rush. Focus on getting better first. By the way, have you heard about what happened with the young master of the Jing family?"

Qiao Wan pressed her fingers to her temples: "What could possibly happen to him?"

"You don't know? His hand was chopped off. It was the night you got sick. Half a finger was carried into the deep mountains by a mastiff, and they still haven't found it."

Qiao Wan wasn't interested in gossip: "I didn't chop it up."

"The Jing family's ancestors started out in the shady business in Southeast Asia. After they laundered their money, they moved to Beijing and became known for their arrogance and domineering attitude. They haven't said a word about this big matter. They must be some big shot that they can't afford to offend. I really can't think of anyone else but your husband, Pei Hansheng."

"That's him."

"There's something inside information, tell me quickly."

"Love and hate: Jing Fan likes Jiang Chunzhi, and Pei Hansheng gets rid of his love rival."

Qiao Wan spoke with great seriousness.

"Is Pei Hansheng really making such a fuss over such a trivial matter? I get the feeling it's for you."

Qiao Wan sneered.

That's really true.

They had never seen what Pei Hansheng's lover looked like.

He could work non-stop and then accompany Jiang Chunzhi to practice piano all night at the beach, or he could fly back and forth between the two countries just because Jiang Chunzhi casually mentioned wanting to eat xiaolongbao from her hometown.

They couldn't bear to see her suffer any injustice, and those who bullied her all met a terrible end.

It can be true love, but it can also be ruthless when it comes to being heartless.

"You're overthinking it, Boss Luo. Who do you think I am in Pei Hansheng's eyes? Besides, do you think my illness counts as a work-related injury? Are my medical expenses and lost wages reimbursable?"

"I have something to do, I'll hang up now."

Qiao Wan paid the fare with her phone and got off at the entrance of the residential area.

She invited Shen Yingtang's brother and sister-in-law to dinner tonight to thank them for helping Xiaobao register his birth, as they would inevitably cause him trouble in the future.

Shen Yingtang drove her car out of the residential area, and Xiaobao poked his head out: "Mommy, get in the car quickly."

Qiao Wan sat in the back row, and Xiao Bao wiggled his bottom and sat on her lap, touching his face, playing with his hair, and sharing fun stories from kindergarten.

"hiss."

Qiao Wan moved slightly; the effects of the medicine had worn off, and she still felt some pain down there.

Shen Yingtang raised her eyelids: "Are you alright?"

"It's alright, I'll apply some more medicine when we get home."

Shen Yingtang shook her head: "Tsk, when you're really determined, you forget about feelings."

Pei Hansheng looks very fierce. The two of them are similar in size, and it would be quite intimidating if they hadn't practiced together beforehand.

We arrived at the restaurant.

Shen Yingtang went to find a parking space, while Qiao Wan led Xiao Bao inside first.

Rong Wenying and her mahjong partner also came to eat. When they saw Qiao Wan coming from afar, they slowed down and stood on the steps at the entrance of the restaurant to wait.

"Qiao Wan, whose child is this?"

Xiao Bao disliked Rong Wenying's tone of voice, and said fiercely with his hands on his hips, "What do you care whose family I am? I haven't eaten your rice."

Rong Wenying frowned and covered her mouth and nose with her hand.

"Fortunately, it wasn't Han Sheng's. Our family doesn't have that kind of inferior gene."

Qiao Wan pulled Xiao Bao to her side and said to Rong Wenying, "Auntie, your genes are superior, but the son you gave birth to is useless."

"Nonsense, my son is perfectly healthy."

Qiao Wan curled her lips in a mocking smile and pulled Xiao Bao inside.

Xiao Bao broke free of her hand and ran to Rong Wenying again: "To be honest, you really look like a wicked old witch from a cartoon."

"You ill-mannered brat!"

"A wicked old witch, a wicked old witch, nyah nyah nyah..."

Xiao Bao made a face, ran to Qiao Wan's side, and laughed loudly.

Rong Wenying chuckled coldly, took out her phone, and called Pei Hansheng: "How have you been feeling lately?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"Qiao Wan said you're no good. If you really have a problem, go get it treated. I'm still waiting for you and Chunzhi to give me a grandson."

"You went to see Qiao Wan?" Pei Hansheng was in his study dealing with the pile of work from the day. He took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. "We're separated. Don't worry about her."

"You should have done this a long time ago. Quickly tell the nanny to throw away all her things, and I'll have someone go and make a nursery."

Pei Hansheng leaned back in his seat, tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and his brows furrowing in pain.

"You always do this. You just brush me off when it comes to serious matters. I don't care what you think, this divorce is definitely happening."

……

After dropping her son off at kindergarten in the morning, Qiao Wan went to work at Leyi Winery.

Several colleagues surrounded Jiang Yutong, discussing what methods Qiao Wan had used to secure three big deals in a row.

Some say she seduced Boss Luo, while others say she was a mistress kept by a powerful figure in Beijing's elite circles.

Too many people were envious, so Qiao Wan knew she had to avoid the limelight.

"Sister Tongtong, how about we make a bet? Let's see who can achieve a million-dollar revenue for the winery first this quarter, and the loser leaves."

What silences the rumors is absolute overwhelming strength.

If she loses, it means she's not good enough, she admits.

"This is too easy for Sister Tongtong. Sister Xiao Qiao, you've taken a huge gamble."

There's a line in a movie that says, "The bigger the storm, the more expensive the rain."

She can't stay at the bottom forever. Once she's figured out the closed loop in this industry, she wants to do something on her own.

Jiang Yutong's beautiful lips curled up, and she said calmly, "Fine, I'll wait for you to pack your things and leave. But if you admit now that you're not as good as me, you don't have to leave. You can just be my assistant and run errands."

"You have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Jiang Yutong sneered, her voice tinged with jealousy.

She deliberately bumped into Qiao Wan's shoulder as she walked:

"To put it bluntly, this industry is all about knowing how to sell yourself. You may be good-looking, but if you really went all out, you wouldn't be as good as me."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips and saw Jiang Yutong swaying her hips as she walked out to open the car door for the customer.

"Mr. He, welcome!"

Mr. He was a client that Qiao Wan was working with, but he fell ill and was poached.

She quickly followed, greeting him with a smile.

"Mr. He, your company is preparing to host a welcome reception for the delegation from the Middle East. I speak Arabic and Persian and can communicate with them without any problems."

"Is that so? Miss Qiao is truly impressive." Mr. He was delighted: "I'll take you with me to the airport tonight."

"No problem, Mr. He. Let's add each other on WeChat so we can stay in touch."

Jiang Yutong was pushed aside: "Qiao Wan, have you no shame?"

"Thank you, Sister Tong, for teaching me my first lesson: be willing to go all out."

She pinned Mr. He's WeChat account to the top and clicked on the red dot in his Moments.

The first post was from Jiang Chunzhi's WeChat Moments.

She wore a white veil, and the diamond ring on her finger sparkled with fire. The starry sky in the background made it easy to tell that it was Pei Hansheng's car.

Let's elope together, to a place where it's just the two of us.

Mr. He gave it a thumbs up.

The elite circles in Beijing are really small; everyone is witnessing their love story.

Qiao Wan put away her phone, suppressed the bitterness welling up inside her, and continued with her work.