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

As Zhao Zhao entered the Pei Group, she immediately noticed Qiao Wan in the crowd.

She hung up the phone, stood there, and observed Qiao Wan with a subtle look in her eyes.

It must be admitted that Qiao Wan was extremely beautiful. She used to study Qiao Wan's photos day and night, from her skin to her facial features, as if it were a subject she was studying diligently.

Over time, a sense of greed and jealousy grew in her heart. God was so unfair. How could there be such a beautiful face in this world? No matter how hard she tried, she could not completely replicate it.

Perhaps this is why Pei Hansheng likes her; anyone facing such a face would become incredibly forgiving.

But how long can a relationship based solely on physical attraction last? Four years have passed; even the most beautiful woman, wouldn't you get tired of her by now?

She chuckled inwardly, but a wide smile spread across her face as she walked toward Qiao Wan in her ten-centimeter pointed high heels.

"Ms. Qiao, are you here to see President Pei?"

Qiao Wan's gaze fell on the name tag on Zhao Zhao's chest: Ju Cai Marketing Department.

Jucai was a near-bankrupt daily chemical company that Pei Hansheng acquired before taking over the Pei family business. Under his management, the company underwent liquidation, renaming, reorganization, and research and innovation. Pei Hansheng poured everything into each stage, and the company was eventually brought back to life, creating a world-renowned cosmetics brand.

Do you remember when Juicy Color was launched, it broke the domestic cosmetics brand sales record within a minute? Pei Hansheng was interviewed, full of vigor and high spirits.

He was twenty-four years old that year, the first year Qiao Wan married him. For the first six months, he was in a wheelchair, building this business idea. He worked day and night, held meetings, and overturned countless plans with his team. Qiao Wan cooked for them. She was the one who would turn off the last light before going to sleep late at night. She was worried that Pei Hansheng's body couldn't handle it, so she massaged and soaked his feet for him without missing a single day.

People only remember the astonishing sales figures on the books and the legendary Wang who created a myth under the spotlight. What lies hidden in the shadows, unknown to others, not so glamorous, but tired, haggard, and burdened, is Qiao Wan's silent dedication and sacrifice.

She never mentioned a word of it to Pei Hansheng, thinking he would remember it. In fact, he was only impressed by her repulsive appearance.

So fickle and cruel, she was talking about the human heart.

Qiao Wan's eyes were somewhat dazed. When she looked up, she met Zhao Zhao's exquisitely made-up face.

Qiao Wan always felt that Zhao Zhao was like an animal, always looking innocent. Now she knew what it was.

Like a thieving rat, she appeared weak and timid, but the glint of greed in her eyes inadvertently revealed her true nature.

She couldn't judge whether it was right or wrong; everyone has their own rules for survival.

But they are from completely different worlds; perhaps Zhao Zhao and Pei Hansheng are kindred spirits.

"Miss Qiao?" Zhao Zhao held out her hand, waved it in front of Qiao Wan's eyes, and smiled. "You seem to be in a bad mood. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Qiao Wan snapped out of her daze and said calmly, "I want to see Pei Hansheng now. It would be best if you could help me."

Zhao Zhao was taken aback: "President Pei, it's up there, how come I can't see it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the receptionist who had just greeted Qiao Wan came over: "Hmm hmm hmm..."

Zhao Zhao turned to look at the other person, her eyes filled with confusion.

The receptionist bowed and smiled at Qiao Wan, glared at Zhao Zhao, and pulled her aside.

"What's wrong with you, newcomer? President Pei's whereabouts are top secret, and you just blurted it all out. You don't know any manners at all. How did you get into Orange Color? Did you get in through connections?"

The receptionist gave Zhaozhao a long lecture.

"Nonsense, she's President Pei's wife. Everyone in this company knows that except for clueless people like you."

"Then why didn't you introduce her to President Pei?"

"President Pei said he wouldn't see her, so how would I know?" The receptionist glanced at Zhao Zhao from head to toe: "Where's your work uniform? Dressed like that, it's too conspicuous."

"I need to meet a client, so it's beneficial to dress eye-catchingly."

The receptionist made no attempt to hide her disdain: "Are you here to meet a client or to seduce a company executive? I've seen too many like you, trying to take shortcuts with your looks. Last month, Vice President Pei's mistress was caught cheating by the wife's entire family. It became public knowledge, and she was utterly humiliated."

"Don't say I didn't warn you, Mr. Pei hates female employees who lack self-respect. Put your uniform on properly!"

Zhao Zhao didn't take the receptionist seriously.

She was recommended by Pei Hansheng. Although no one in the company knew about her, she was an exception. It wouldn't be a problem for her to have something special about her clothes.

"The Vice President Pei you're referring to, is it Pei Xu or Pei Pengcheng?"

The receptionist rolled her eyes: "Why are you asking so many questions? Aren't you going to deliver documents to President Pei?"

Zhao Zhao walked towards the access control gate with the documents in her hand. As she passed Qiao Wan, she gave her an apologetic smile, her tone somewhat smug: "I'm sorry, Miss Qiao, I can't help you. How about you contact President Pei and ask him to come down and pick you up personally?"

She had her access card hanging around her neck, swiped it in her hand to open the gate, and went inside.

Qiao Wan turned her gaze away; it would be a lie to say she wasn't angry.

Even though the divorce didn't go through, Pei Hansheng deliberately avoided seeing her, making her go through the process again and wait another month for a cooling-off period.

She contacted the Civil Affairs Bureau and pleaded with them for a long time before they agreed to let her sign a supplementary agreement.

She went to get a copy printed, figuring out how to get Pei Hansheng to sign it.

Sitting on the sofa in the lobby, she took off her coat, revealing a one-shoulder undershirt underneath, a soft dusty rose color, and her delicate and beautiful collarbones were clearly visible.

She picked up her phone, opened the front-facing camera, and took a selfie.

After adjusting the brightness and color temperature, her fair skin was perfectly restored, and her stunning beauty overflowed from the screen.

Open Moments and post the photo.

Copywriting: In the lobby of Pei's Group, I sit and wait for someone destined to help me swipe my access card.

Qiao Wan has accumulated a lot of clients in her circle of friends, many of whom have business dealings with the Pei Group. Some of them have good relationships with her and can directly enter the company by showing their faces.

This post on WeChat Moments caused quite a stir.

[Little Qiao, I know President Pei well. Wait for me, I'm coming to find you.]

[Xiao Qiao wants to visit the Pei Group? It'll be a piece of cake with just one phone call. Wait here.]

Qiao Wan picked one and was about to send a private message when her phone rang.

Pei Hansheng called, and when she answered, the man gritted his teeth: "Qiao Wan, delete your selfies from your WeChat Moments!"

Qiao Wan sneered, "No time to see me, but time to check your WeChat Moments. President Pei is as dismissive of people as ever."

"I'll come downstairs to pick you up in thirty seconds. Delete the photos now."

"OK."

Qiao Wan said in a low voice, and clicked "Delete" under the photo.

She looked up and saw the man with a gloomy face, radiating an oppressive aura, walking towards her.

Qiao Wan felt a chill on her head and touched her nose.

Pei Hansheng's eyes blazed with fury: "Qiao Wan, how could you publish those kinds of photos publicly?"

Qiao Wan took out the paperwork from her bag, her voice cold and indifferent: "The Civil Affairs Bureau called to say that the divorce proceedings are stuck, and they would appreciate it if President Pei could provide a signature."

Pei Hansheng took it, tore it up, and threw it into the trash can. He looked at her and said, "You still know you're a married woman. Don't change the subject. I'm talking about the selfie issue."