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

Boss He is an exporter and his company is very large. When Luo Cheng learned that Qiao Wan had won the party order, he assigned her an assistant.

The assistant is young, born in the 00s, and just graduated from university. Her name is Du Yi.

Qiao Wan sat in the winery's car as Du Yi drove her to the airport.

"Sister Qiao, there's a question I really want to ask you, but I don't know if I should say it."

Qiao Wan looked up from the client information: "You've already asked, so what else is there that you shouldn't or shouldn't ask? Just say it."

Du Yi chuckled, exuding a youthful and energetic vigor.

"Boss Luo kept telling me not to mention a name in front of you, but I'm just too curious."

"Pei Hansheng?"

"Yes, yes, Sister Qiao, what's your relationship?"

Rumors circulated at the winery that the Beijing socialite who was keeping Qiao Wan as a mistress was Pei Hansheng.

Qiao Wan pretended not to hear, but Du Yi, being young, went all out and used his full power up close.

"I worked as a nanny in Mr. Pei's house for several years. He was a very kind person and helped me a lot."

"A nanny?" Du Yi asked in surprise. "Sister Qiao, which school did you graduate from?"

"I didn't finish my studies at Tsinghua or Peking University; I dropped out in my third year."

Du Yi's eyes were filled with admiration, and he instantly transformed into a little fanboy: "Tsinghua and Peking Universities! Those are top-tier universities that are ranked among the best in the world. Why didn't you finish your studies and instead became a nanny? It's such a waste."

Qiao Wan lowered her eyelids and remained silent.

Even if Du Yi was stupid, he knew he shouldn't keep asking, but his feelings for Qiao Wan were growing stronger.

Upon arriving at the airport, Boss He called to inform him that he had invited Pei Hansheng and his family to a cocktail party that evening, and he was busy entertaining them.

Qiao Wan and Du Yi stood at the arrival gate, facing a group of men wearing white robes with cloths on their heads.

Among them were members of royal families and nobles.

She saw them as walking mountains of gold; wouldn't that be a business opportunity?

……

The evening party began.

Jiang Chunzhi, dressed in a silver gown, sat down in front of the piano in the center of the stage.

Beautiful and melodious music filled the air, captivating the guests.

As Qiao Wan led the foreign guests in, everyone in the hall turned their attention to the entrance.

Among the group of foreign faces, Qiao Wan stood out. A group of men surrounded her, chatting happily in Arabic, which no one else could understand.

Qiao Wan led them to the wine glass tower, opened a bottle of red wine, and the rich, alluring red liquid flowed from top to bottom into the glasses.

She invited the foreign guests to raise their glasses and taste the wine.

One of the refined and mature men toasted her: "Joe, you possess a unique charm characteristic of Eastern women. Would you be willing to become my fifth wife?"

Qiao Wan was surprised by the other party's directness and declined with a smile: "My son is three years old."

The other person shrugged, looking regretful.

Jiang Chunzhi lost her audience, and even Pei Hansheng stood aside, his eyes fixed on Qiao Wan's every move, his deep eyes filled with a strange and dangerous look.

She walked up to Rong Wenying, her expression revealing undisguised jealousy: "Auntie, Mrs. Pei seems to really enjoy being fawned over. Everyone's talking about her, and she's so happy."

"Hmph, she's happy now, but the Pei family has completely lost face."

Rong Wenying walked up to Qiao Wan, grabbed her wrist without saying a word, and slapped her hard across the face.

Qiao Wan had drunk quite a bit and was a little dizzy. Her face, which had been slapped, was turned to one side, and a faint handprint appeared on her delicate, fair skin. She looked extremely disheveled.

A flicker of sadness crossed her eyes. She spat out a strand of hair from her mouth and looked directly at Rong Wenying: "Why did you hit me?"

Rong Wenying adjusted the elegant shawl on her arm and poked her forehead: "Serving drinks and smiling, you really think you're a socialite? This slap will wake you up!"

Qiao Wan took a deep breath and forcefully held back the tears in her eyes.

Try your best to make yourself look less pathetic.

"Introducing red wine to guests is my job, Mrs. Pei. You will pay the price for your slander and personal attacks. Apologize."

"You're dreaming!"

Qiao Wan sneered: "Right now, in front of all these people, I'll expose all the shady things you've done."

"Qiao Wan, how dare you!"

A look of panic flashed across Rong Wenying's face. Frustrated and angry, she raised her hand towards Qiao Wan's other cheek.

However, he was restrained by a powerful force, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Pei Hansheng, how dare you interfere with me?"

"As long as I'm still here, it's not up to anyone else to discipline Qiao Wan."

Pei Hansheng released Rong Wenying's hand, glanced at Qiao Wan, grabbed her arm, and walked out of the banquet hall.

Qiao Wan couldn't break free and stumbled along the way until Pei Hansheng led her outside.

The night wind was cold.

Pei Hansheng took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, gently stroking her swollen cheek with his fingertips. His brows furrowed deeply, and he said angrily, "Are you stupid? Can't you dodge a slap?"

Qiao Wan turned her face away, her eyes cold as ice.

Feeling irritated, Pei Hansheng gripped Qiao Wan's chin, lowered his head, bit her lips, and kissed her.

"Well……"

Qiao Wan pushed Pei Hansheng away forcefully and slapped him across the face, the force so strong that her bones ached.

She was panting heavily, like a fawn fleeing for its life in the woods, her eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Pei Hansheng puffed out his cheeks, stared at her face, and smiled.

He liked her the way she was, as if he were her only support.

He raised his hand to tidy her messy hair, a smile playing on his lips: "Feeling better now? You've changed so much I almost don't recognize you."

Qiao Wan dodged his hand, a resolute glint in her eyes.

People change. You've changed, and so have I.

Pei Hansheng paused, the warmth in his eyes gradually fading.

"Qiao Wan, what promises did you make to me before? You said you'd be my bride for life. Your eyes were only for me. But tonight, with so many men watching you, and you drinking with them, the look in their eyes was nothing but greed and possessiveness. I really wanted to drag them all away and kill them one by one!"

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth, his aggressive aura enveloping Qiao Wan: "Have you forgotten everything you said, Qiao Wan? Look at me, look at me as you speak, have you forgotten it all?"

The anger in his eyes could devour Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan trembled, swaying precariously: "I was just deluding myself before, not knowing my place in the world."

Pei Hansheng, like a beast trapped in a cage, was about to burst forth: "So what do you think now? Tell me. I am your husband, I should know."

"I don't feel anything anymore, I don't love you anymore."

The coldness in Qiao Wan's eyes was even more lethal than when she lost control of her emotions.

Pei Hansheng felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by a hand, with blood gushing out. The pain was so intense that he wanted to do something to alleviate it.

"Ah! Pei Hansheng, let me go!"

Pei Hansheng picked up Qiao Wan, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and tossed her into the back seat.

Pei Hansheng also got into the car, his tall body pressing down on Qiao Wan, and he unbuttoned her pants.

The car window slowly rolled up, shutting out the outside world.

Pei Hansheng's eyes were red-rimmed: "What kind of feeling do you want? Qiao Wan, you're acting like a frustrated, resentful woman!"

He knelt down, came under her, and lifted her waist and hips.

Qiao Wan reached out and covered his mouth, trying to pull him up: "No, Pei Hansheng!"

Pei Hansheng grabbed Qiao Wan's hands, which were in the way, and tied them with a belt. He then lowered his head again, his voice muffled.

"You're not looking for that feeling, I'll give it to you!"