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

Qiao Wan, still sleepy, lifted her tired eyelids and suddenly sat up.

A flicker of panic crossed her face; someone had suddenly entered the house, and she was terrified.

When you get a clear look at the man kneeling on the ground, his face, with its deep-set features, is blurred by the interplay of light and shadow, making it impossible to discern his expression.

"What are you doing here?" Qiao Wan wanted to ask him how he got in. Shouldn't he be on a blind date with Miss Suo tonight?

Pei Hansheng slowly stood up, his tall and slender figure exuding a powerful aura.

His gaze was fixed on the woman's face. His brows and eyes were deep, and the warm yellow light cast an aura of gloom and unfathomable mystery over him.

Qiao Wan had a strange feeling that this man was in a bad mood.

He kept staring at her without saying a word, and Qiao Wan followed his gaze downwards.

The collar of the knitted dress had two buttons ripped open, revealing a white push-up bra underneath.

Qiao Wan has a naturally gifted figure: a slim waist, a perky bottom, long legs, and especially a full bust, all of which are displayed in full view of men.

She grabbed a pillow and threw it at the man's face: "Get out! You shameless opportunist!"

Pei Hansheng's expression remained unchanged. He held the pillow in his hand and tossed it lightly onto the bed: "You unbuttoned it yourself."

He just wanted to see if any marks that didn't belong to him had been left on it.

Thankfully, it's clean and white.

"Nonsense!" Qiao Wan's cheeks flushed, a blush creeping across her face as she asked, embarrassed and annoyed, "Pei Hansheng, is Xiao Bao back?"

"She's asleep in the small room."

"Then what are you standing here for? This is Xiaotang's house. Who gave you permission to come in like this?"

Qiao Wan fastened her buttons, got out of bed, and looked around.

Pei Hansheng's gaze followed the look: "What are you looking for?"

"Cell phone, or I'll call the police."

"Under what pretext?"

"Attempted rape!"

Pei Hansheng remained calm and said softly, "I won't force you. I just want to stay here for a while and take a look around."

Qiao Wan didn't believe him at all. She grabbed her phone and said, "You're only contacting me to satisfy your cravings, but let me make it clear to you, I don't want to do anything with you now or in the future."

Pei Hansheng frowned. This was tantamount to letting him die of thirst; he might as well just die.

"You hate me that much?"

"Get this straight, we're divorced, and I have no obligation to meet your needs."

"So, you were only with me out of obligation before?"

"Otherwise what?" Qiao Wan curled her lips into a mocking smile. "Oh, right, there's also the option of using them."

Pei Hansheng's eyes flashed with a sharp, cold light as he stared at Qiao Wan, making her feel uneasy: "You're clearly enjoying it."

"Enough, Pei Hansheng, can you please stop bringing up this kind of topic all the time?"

Qiao Wan admitted that she also experienced happiness, but so what? After the brief satisfaction, she felt an even deeper emptiness.

Women often confuse desire and love, but men usually distinguish between them very clearly.

Therefore, no matter how skilled Pei Hansheng was or how comfortable he felt for her, she would never have anything happen between them again.

The breaking of a relationship begins with the body cooling down, followed by suppressed emotions, and finally, waiting for a heart to die completely before being reborn.

"Okay, Qiao Wan, let's not talk about this." Pei Hansheng patiently waited for her to overcome her resistance. "I haven't had dinner. Can you give me something to eat? Anything is fine."

"This isn't a restaurant. Restaurants close at some point. What makes you think I'll come running to you whenever you call?"

Qiao Wan refused without hesitation: "If you don't leave, I'll take Xiao Bao to the hotel."

"Can you stop tormenting the child? Qiao Wan, you don't need to do this. I only found out about what happened to you at the old house tonight. You were bullied by those people, but you didn't want to tell me. I have to say something to you about this. Now that you're Mrs. Pei, you can be weak and good-tempered in front of me, but if you're not tough on the servants, you'll only get bullied."

Qiao Wan sneered, "Are you saying I deserved it?"

Why do you always misinterpret what I say?

The man glanced at Qiao Wan and walked out of the bedroom.

Qiao Wan stood there, looking down and listening to the sounds outside. She waited for him to leave, but there was no sound of the door opening.

Pei Hansheng walked out of the bedroom, opened the refrigerator, and found the leftover rice that Qiao Wan had eaten. He grabbed two eggs and a scallion and went into the kitchen to cook something for himself.

The man's face was sickly pale, and beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He hadn't eaten at the restaurant that night, and his old stomach ache had flared up again.

He realized that Qiao Wan wouldn't care whether he lived or died.

Pei Hansheng grabbed an apron and tied it around his waist, washed the ingredients, picked up a knife and chopped scallions with practiced ease.

Qiao Wan came over to check. The man turned on the stove to heat the oil, held the bowl and stirred the eggs. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye but didn't say anything.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, she would notice something and feel guilty.

She was the kindest person he knew, but he didn't want pity; he wanted the love she had shown him from the bottom of her heart.

Pei Hansheng's face was shrouded in a sense of melancholy, knowing that this was unrealistic.

Pour the eggs into the pan, let them set, flip them over and fry the other side, then chop them up. Add the rice, stir-fry, and season.

Finally, add chopped green onions.

A bowl of egg fried rice is ready.

He didn't mind that Qiao Wan had leftovers; he stood there holding the bowl, using his chopsticks to scoop the food into his mouth with relish.

He had his back to Qiao Wan, and her shadow was reflected in the glass. His gaze never left her.

"Eat and leave, don't disturb me and Xiaobao's rest."

Qiao Wan coldly issued an ultimatum.

Pei Hansheng put down the bowl, braced his hands on the edge of the marble countertop, and slightly hunched his back.

Qiao Wan stopped and walked towards him: "What's wrong with you? Are you faking illness again? Pei Hansheng, if you're not feeling well, I'll call 120 for you."

Pei Hansheng raised his hand, enduring the excruciating pain, turned around, and forced a relaxed smile on his face.

"Did I pretend too many times? You noticed right away. It's my fault, my acting was too bad."

Qiao Wan breathed a slight sigh of relief, then snapped at him, "How old are you? Almost thirty! Can't you be a little more mature? You're really annoying. Nobody's going to put up with you forever. I've had enough, you know?"

Pei Hansheng nodded and echoed her, "It's my fault, I'm not good. I've lied to you too many times, you'll get tired too."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips. Usually, the two of them were at odds, but now he was being tolerant and forgiving, which was rather strange.

Do you want to take some stomach medicine?

Give me two.

"I'm not faking it," Qiao Wan muttered. "Take your medicine and leave. I won't stop you."

Pei Hansheng stared at her slender waist: "I'll sleep on the sofa. It's too late. I have to take Xiaobao to school early tomorrow morning."

"unnecessary."

Qiao Wan poured him a glass of warm water and handed him the medicine along with it.

Pei Hansheng grabbed her waist and pulled her into his arms, spilling water from the cup all over them.

"Oh no." Pei Hansheng said somewhat shamelessly, "Take off your skirt and I'll wash it clean for you."

"Pei Hansheng, let go!" Qiao Wan resisted, reaching out to scratch his eyes. "Don't force me to kill you!"

"Qiao Wan, calm down and listen to me." Pei Hansheng held her waist, grabbed her hand, and placed it on his heart. "I went to the old house today, and Grandpa got revenge for you. He hit me, and it hurts a lot here. Please help me."

"You're crazy! If you're in pain, go to the hospital and get an appointment to see if you've damaged your brain or had a heart attack."

Pei Hansheng clicked his tongue: "You have a sharp tongue. If I'm gone, you'll be a widow."

Qiao Wan laughed heartlessly: "You're too presumptuous. I'll inherit your fortune and live a carefree life."

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth and hugged the person even closer, as if he could embed himself into their body: "Even if I die, you will remain a widow for me, or I will haunt you as a ghost."

"Daddy, Mommy."

A soft, sweet voice rang out, interrupting the two of them.

Xiao Bao smelled the aroma of food, closed his eyes, and walked to the kitchen. He rubbed his eyes and saw his parents being affectionate.

Seeing that bowl of fragrant fried rice again made my mouth water.

"Xiao Bao needs to eat!"

Pei Hansheng sighed in frustration, thinking that he should have made sure the kid ate his fill before sleeping.

Releasing Qiao Wan, his handsome face was covered with a gentle, tender expression: "You go and rest. I'll feed our son, brush his teeth, and put him to sleep."