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

Qiao Wan found it extremely funny.

When did it become a problem for her to post selfies? It's her freedom.

Pei Hansheng downplayed the issue, unwilling to admit that it was his fault that the divorce proceedings failed.

"I have a backup here. If you don't sign, I'll take beautiful photos and post them on my WeChat Moments every day."

"You dare! Do you know how many flies you attract by posting these photos? Do you really have to prove your charm in such a self-degrading way?"

"Old-fashioned!"

"Lacking self-respect."

"You're the rotten cabbage, the kind you wouldn't even want even if given away for free on the street!"

"Qiao Wan! You!"

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger in his heart, and smiled.

Good, she knows how to talk back to him, there's still hope.

"Come up with me."

He took her hand and led her into the company building.

"Let me go!" Qiao Wan raised her wrist and bit the man's hand hard.

Pei Hansheng didn't even frown. He simply picked the person up and carried them horizontally. The receptionist hurriedly opened the turnstile and pressed the button for the president's private elevator.

Qiao Wan was carried into the elevator by the man, and they went all the way to the 28th floor.

Zhao Zhao was in the office when she saw Pei Hansheng carrying Qiao Wan in, and she immediately stood up.

She was somewhat surprised, but didn't show it.

"President Pei, I've brought the documents you requested. Since you're not in the conference room, I'm waiting for you in my office."

"Put it on the table." Pei Hansheng didn't look at Zhao Zhao, and carried Qiao Wan into the lounge.

Zhao Zhao placed the documents on her desk and glanced back at the door of the lounge.

Qiao Wan's voice came from inside: "Pei Hansheng, you bastard!"

With a snap.

Zhao Zhao shrank back slightly and opened her mouth in surprise.

She heard the sound of a slap.

Did Pei Hansheng hit Qiao Wan?

A fleeting look of schadenfreude crossed her face.

The relationship between the two has deteriorated to this extent.

Pei Hansheng's voice was tinged with restraint: "Can't you shut up? Do you need my help?"

"Ugh... ugh..."

Qiao Wan's mouth was slurred, as if it were blocked.

Can Zhao Zhao not imagine how it happened, whether it was a sock or something else stuffed into the mouth?

She tiptoed to the door of the lounge, where she was met with a sight that was hard to accept.

Pei Hansheng cupped Qiao Wan's face in his hands and kissed her passionately.

Zhao Zhao took a step back, her face full of disappointment and sadness.

Pei Hansheng never touched her, and even when they looked at each other, his eyes were distant. She always thought this was normal for men, until the truth was revealed to her.

She thought that even a man who was supposed to be restrained and abstinent could lose control. Without a single word, his body language said it all; his possessiveness towards Qiao Wan was overflowing.

Is possessiveness a form of love?

Not necessarily, but Pei Hansheng had never had such feelings for her.

There was a knock on the office door, and the person outside pushed it open and entered: "Pei Hansheng, what's going on between you and Qiao Wan? Her client called me, asking me to swipe her access card..."

Pei Pengcheng's gaze fell on Zhao Zhao, and he paused for a moment.

A look of panic flashed across Zhao Zhao's face. She lowered her head, looking timid and helpless, as if she had made a mistake. Even the tone of voice softened when people spoke to her.

"Are you Pei Hansheng's newly hired secretary?"

Zhao Zhao looked up, a blush creeping across her cheeks, and shook her head: "No."

Pei Pengcheng stared at Zhaozhao without any attempt to hide it, his gaze sweeping over her with keen interest.

In the lounge, Pei Hansheng was somewhat annoyed when the uninvited guest outside interrupted him.

He kneaded Qiao Wanyan's red lips with his fingertips, his eyes brimming with barely suppressed emotion.

"Aunt Liu said you didn't have breakfast, so I asked her to bring it over. You stay here and wait patiently."

Qiao Wan turned her face away, her expression cold.

Pei Hansheng frowned, tore off his tie, and used it to tie Qiao Wan's hands together, then tied the other end into a tight knot at the head of the bed.

Pei Hansheng curled his lips into a wicked smile, pressed Qiao Wan's head and kissed her again, still wanting more. But Qiao Wan's sharp teeth were faster than his tongue, biting him and forcing him to release his grip.

His forehead pressed against Qiao Wan's, and he smiled dangerously: "Naughty girl, wait until I've dealt with things outside."

Qiao Wan watched the man's retreating figure as the door to the lounge closed. She sat on the bed, helpless.

In this room, many memories flooded her mind: she and Pei Hansheng, entwined on this very bed, until dawn.

Back then, Jiang Chunzhi was a dazzling superstar. She and Pei Hansheng bickered, got jealous, hugged, rolled around, and did the most intimate things.

At that time, she still loved Pei Hansheng. On one hand, she hoped that he and Jiang Chunzhi would break up completely, and on the other hand, she told herself that she should be sober and let go. It's ridiculous to think about it now. How could she expect someone to change for her?

In fact, even without Jiang Chunzhi, there is still Zhao Zhao. What kind of fresh and beautiful face will make Pei Hansheng's heart flutter in the future?

She sighed. Oh well, she'd better guard this broken heart and not worry about things that don't concern her.

Pei Hansheng walked out of the lounge. Half of the man's face was swollen, and his lips were cut and bleeding.

Pei Pengcheng joked, "Mr. Pei, you wouldn't be having an affair in there, would you?"

Pei Hansheng's face was cold and stern, and he said without a smile, "Don't sew your mouth shut."

Pei Pengcheng made a zipper-zipping gesture near his mouth, thinking it looked cool, but when he glanced at Zhao Zhao, he realized he hadn't made her laugh.

Pei Hansheng followed his gaze to Zhao Zhao, only to find that she hadn't left yet. He was somewhat displeased: "From now on, have the president's office pick up these kinds of documents. You don't need to deliver them."

Zhao Zhao's eyes reddened: "I'm sorry, Mr. Pei, did I disturb you?"

Pei Pengcheng spoke up for her: "President Pei is really fierce. All the female employees in the company are afraid of him. He doesn't know how to be gentle with women at all."

Pei Hansheng gave Zhaozhao a look: "Go do your thing."

Zhao Zhao nodded obediently and walked towards the door. Pei Pengcheng moved his foot and made a gesture to block her way, with a playful and frivolous smile on his face.

Zhao Zhao was startled, walked around it, and ran away as if fleeing.

Pei Hansheng warned coldly, "Zhao Zhao is not a woman you should touch. Don't even think about making a move on her."

"Oh, Mr. Pei, you're getting impatient." Pei Pengcheng sat on his desk, squinting at Pei Hansheng. "Our tigress isn't here today, so let me ask you the truth: didn't you arrange for Zhaozhao to join the company so you could have an affair?"

Pei Hansheng's dark eyes suddenly turned sinister. He grabbed Pei Pengcheng by the neck, pulled him off the table, and slammed him against the bookshelf.

Pei Pengcheng's eyes rolled upwards, and he flailed his arms, grabbing Pei Hansheng's wrist.

He's a madman, a complete madman. The assassins they hired abroad have gone wave after wave, and many have died, been injured, or gone missing.

Over the past few years, Pei Hansheng has become like an unkillable monster, with no weaknesses that can be exploited, and he has only grown stronger over time.

Pei Pengcheng used all his strength to pry Pei Hansheng's hand away, his body slid down the bookshelf, and collapsed to the ground, his face as red as a pig's liver, coughing violently.

Pei Hansheng looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes lowered as he said, "If you say such things again, get out of Pei's company."

Pei Pengcheng paused for a moment, got up from the ground, moved a little further away from Pei Hansheng, glanced in the direction of the lounge, and sneered, "What, is your wife in there?"

After saying this, he quickly walked to the door: "Alright, I know Zhaozhao is your lifeline now, I won't fight you for her."

Pei Hansheng clenched his fists, Pei Pengcheng fled in panic, and the door slammed shut.

The man suppressed his anger, stretched his wrists, and headed to the lounge.

Qiao Wan sat on the bed, exhausted. Her body was curled up, and her delicate wrists, bound by a tie, bore several marks and were red.

She raised her eyes, her expression devoid of love or hate, her tone simply a flat, emotionless statement.

"Pei Hansheng, can you please let me go? This place is like a cage, I can't breathe."