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

It was five in the morning; the winter night seemed too long.

After sitting idly all night, Qiao Wan began packing her luggage.

She had very few belongings, and nothing of value.

The money Pei Hansheng gave was more than enough for one person, but it was barely enough to support Xiaobao.

When he was in a good mood, he would bring back some beautiful jewelry as gifts. Qiao Wan sold most of it to help support her child, keeping only a huge diamond ring.

A rare and expensive 23-carat fancy intense pink diamond, valued at tens of millions of US dollars by pawnshops.

The ring was engraved with the initials of Jiang Chunzhi's name in pinyin, clearly indicating that it was either not given away or unwanted.

Qiao Wan wiped the dust off the velvet box and placed it in a conspicuous place.

Finally, I took one last look at the luxuriously decorated bedroom.

For four years, she lived as a person atonement, trapped in a cage, until she finally wore away her guilt and left with a light heart.

After tidying up and going downstairs, I saw a dark shadow on the living room sofa.

It was common for Pei Hansheng to stay out all night. There were no servants in Tanshu, so she slept alone in Tanshu.

She was frightened and stood motionless on the steps.

I thought a thief had broken in, or that a relative from a family dinner was staying overnight.

The dark figure stood up.

Qiao Wan turned on the wall lamp, and a face with deep bone structure emerged from the shadows.

Pei Hansheng's eyes were deep and intense, his gaze casually falling on the suitcase in her hand: "Your tricks have gotten even better. You didn't just spend all your pocket money and come back, did you?"

Qiao Wan's voice sounded tired: "No."

This wasn't the first time Qiao Wan had brought up divorce, but it always ended inconclusively.

This time, she was determined.

Pei Hansheng's lips curled into a mocking smile: "That's true, a murderer is out of prison, he can enjoy himself for a while."

Qiao Wan's bloodless lips trembled: "Ye Jizhou isn't a murderer. He was in a car accident protecting me! Please don't call him that anymore!"

Pei Hansheng scoffed, his mocking voice like a biting cold wind.

"Ye Jizhou is a murderer! He ran over and killed the Pei family's old driver, and Chunzhi's brother is still in the hospital. And you, Qiao Wan, he's so good, why don't you marry him? Why do you have to marry me? You know I'm already engaged, yet you still love me to death."

A rumble of thunder sounded outside the window, and lightning flashed across Pei Hansheng's handsome face as he stepped up the stairs, approaching step by step.

Qiao Wan's face was deathly pale, her thin body swaying precariously, and in her dizziness, images flashed rapidly through her mind.

They had enjoyed a pleasant time together during the months when Pei Hansheng was in a wheelchair.

During the day, she would wash and massage him; at night, he would be tender and affectionate, playfully biting her ear and forcing her to call him "husband."

They embraced, kissed, and whispered sweet nothings, just short of breaking down that barrier.

How could she not be tempted? Just as she resolved to embrace the role of wife, she was met with endless humiliation.

Pei Hansheng only used her as a pastime, a way to get revenge on her, and to toy with her.

Qiao Wan had seen one side of his lover, and everything she experienced afterward became hell.

Pei Hansheng's attitude towards her grew increasingly cold, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust. He fled to the country of the woman he loved, leaving her alone here, and was repeatedly tormented by the question of what he had done wrong.

Qiao Wan gripped the suitcase handle tightly, steadied herself, and faced Fu Hansheng, who was standing close by.

This time, she mustered her courage and asked the question she already knew the answer to: "Have you ever loved me before? Even for a few days, a month?"

A cold voice rang out above him, its mocking laughter piercing his eardrums: "I don't think you really want a divorce. What, you think I'd try to keep you?"

"I see."

Qiao Wan magnifies those beautiful details, naively believing that there is still some sincerity mixed in. She endures the day with false illusions, and then falls into deeper pain in the lonely night.

Now she has the answer.

Qiao Wan brushed past him.

"Sign it as soon as possible, see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau this week."

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes, looking down at Qiao Wan's figure as it disappeared from sight.

He stood silently for a long time.

The house was too big and empty, with a lingering warmth in the air that gradually turned cold.

He felt a strange, suffocating tightness in his chest.

……

Snow was falling outside, mixed with a light drizzle, and the cold seeped into my heart as it landed on my exposed skin.

Qiao Wan stood by the roadside stamping her feet and breathing on her hands to warm them up, but no taxi came for a long time.

I took out my phone to call a ride-hailing service, and as I looked down, tears streamed down my face and landed on the screen, blurring my vision.

When she first entered the Pei family, she was the same, bearing the stigma of being the girlfriend of a murderer, swallowing her anger and feeling utterly helpless and embarrassed.

The difference is that she was finally free.

She quickly wiped the tears from her face after getting on the bus, and her son was worried when he saw it.

As the car drove into the city, rows of commercial buildings passed by, and one of the windows was the home of her and her son.

Qiao Wan initially lived in the old town. She suffered from postpartum depression and spent her days in darkness taking care of her child.

Her best friend Shen Yingtang brought her some tonics. In the cramped kitchen, the gas was on. Qiao Wan was lying on the ground holding her baby, still in the position of breastfeeding. Even after getting into the ambulance, she was still tightly protecting the baby. The medical staff had to use a lot of effort to pry her apart.

This almost made the news.

Still shaken, Shen Yingtang found a rental apartment in the neighborhood where she had bought a house and took Qiao Wan and Xiao Bao there to look after each other.

Qiao Wan went upstairs and opened the door.

A warm, inviting light shone from the entrance.

The little fairy lights were what Xiaobao insisted on having at the night market.

I thought it would be like other toys, only to be stored away and gather dust after the novelty wore off. But my little one takes great care of it, charging it every day and keeping it on the shoe cabinet by the door.

"You're back quite early," Shen Yingtang said, yawning as she came out of Xiaobao's room. "Our son is still sleeping."

Shen Yingtang was somewhat surprised to see a suitcase at the door.

"Are you really divorced?"

Qiao Wanpeng curled up on the sofa, feeling a headache and listless.

"The divorce agreement has been signed, and the formalities can be completed this week."

"You've made something of yourself, Qiao Wan."

Qiao Wan had attempted suicide by cutting her wrists before. If she loved someone so much that she was willing to give up her life, where did she get the courage to take the initiative to file for divorce?

"Xiao Tang, I want to live a good life and give Xiao Bao a biological mother."

Shen Yingtang sat down and hugged Qiao Wan tightly, pulling her into his arms.

"Do you still have that anonymous email? Let's call the police and see who's behind this murder."

Qiao Wan often receives anonymous emails containing photos or videos of Pei Hansheng with a strange woman.

Add some vicious words.

Your husband's other woman is beautiful, highly educated, and comes from a good family. In what way can you compare? How can you even face living in this world?

Your husband doesn't love you. The man who loves you has become a prisoner for your sake. You are utterly worthless and should just die!

Qiao Wan uninstalled the email app, and her phone automatically displayed threatening images of blood.

He keeps changing his phone, and after a period of calm, he starts all over again.

Qiao Wan once thought she had a mental problem, that these were all delusions, and that she wanted to commit suicide to end it all.

"There haven't been any recently."

"Do you have anyone you suspect?"

Qiao Wan rubbed her throbbing forehead: "It's hard to say, Pei Hansheng is keeping more than one outside."

The woman in the photo is not Jiang Chunzhi.

Shen Yingtang gritted her teeth: "You scumbag! Damn it, you're a son without an anus."

Qiao Wan quickly covered Shen Yingtang's mouth.

"Mommy, Mommy, you're back."

A soft, babyish voice rang out.

Xiao Bao ran out, his eyes still closed, wearing a hooded onesie dinosaur pajama.

He excitedly jumped into Qiao Wan's arms.