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

Hotel presidential suite.

As soon as the door opened, Qiao Wan was stunned by the sea of ​​roses inside. Pei Hansheng had bought all the fresh roses in the capital that day, and even the air was filled with a rich floral fragrance.

Pei Hansheng followed behind, leaning lazily against the doorway, facing Qiao Wan. From this angle, he could clearly observe the expression on her face.

Qiao Wan remained unmoved, even somewhat indifferent: "I'm already twenty-five, past the age of playing around with romance."

Pei Hansheng curled his lips into a smile, though it sounded somewhat forced.

Women in their sixties still enjoy romance. It's not that Qiao Wan doesn't like it, it's just that she doesn't like him as much anymore.

He opened the door wide and gestured for us to come in: "Let's talk inside."

Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment before taking a step.

Pei Hansheng didn't rush her, knowing what she was worried about.

"I won't force you, but I did find out some things about your background."

Qiao Wan stared into the man's eyes: "Answer me first, are you sober or drunk?"

Pei Hansheng crossed his arms, meeting her suspicious gaze, his eyes filled with a tender, almost indulgent light.

Tonight, he especially wanted to love her.

"He's still relatively clear-headed; at least he won't lose his mind and do anything monstrous."

Qiao Wan's attitude was firm: "I won't do it."

Pei Hansheng walked into the room sullenly, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, picked up a rose, and looked charming as he played with it with his eyes down.

"You woman, you have no sense of romance at all."

Qiao Wan stood motionless at the door: "Speak, what did you find out?"

Pei Hansheng ignored him, plucked a rose petal, and threw it into the fruit basket; it would be good for a bath.

"I'm asking you a question, Pei Hansheng."

The man turned his face away, then looked at her lazily and asked casually, "What did you say? You're too far away, I can't hear you."

Qiao Wan walked up to the man and grabbed his ear: "I said, have you found my biological parents yet?"

Pei Hansheng squinted one eye, even with a hint of enjoyment: "Too loud, it's deafening."

Qiao Wan was both angry and annoyed: "You're clearly just playing with me!"

Pei Hansheng felt a little reluctant and couldn't do anything to upset her, so he put his large hand around her slender waist and pulled her onto his lap.

"Get away!" Qiao Wan resisted him fiercely, took out her phone from her bag, and dialed the police.

Pei Hansheng listened to the ringing phone, his arm still around Qiao Wan, looking at her with a smile.

It seems to be saying, "Do as you please, I'm at your disposal."

That arrogant attitude is really infuriating.

Qiao Wan hung up the phone, reached into the man's shirt, and pinched him hard.

"Hurry up!"

Pei Hansheng was in pain; Qiao Wan treated him like an enemy.

He loosened his grip, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it down, revealing a bulging muscle on his arm with prominent veins and bleeding.

Pei Hansheng was somewhat surprised. He grabbed Qiao Wan's hand and found a piece of flesh with blood under her fingernails—it was his.

When she was in pain, the woman was exhausted, and her manicure broke.

"You woman, there's no use in being anxious. I'm not touching you tonight."

He gently rubbed Qiao Wan's aching fingers with his fingertips and cleaned them with a tissue.

"Your biological mother is in Beijing, and she's very close to our circle. I'm still considering whether or not to tell you."

With a snap.

Qiao Wan slapped Pei Hansheng across the face, then sneered, "What are you thinking? Worried my family will try to extort money from you?"

Pei Hansheng frowned: "You woman, have some sense."

Qiao Wan raised her hand again without saying a word, but this time Pei Hansheng stopped her.

"Fu Yuanzhou is your own brother."

A look of surprise flashed across Qiao Wan's face, followed by a burst of joy, but the light in her eyes quickly dimmed.

Her gaze shifted to Pei Hansheng, as if she were looking at a lifeline.

"My older brother definitely doesn't know about my background. If he did, how could he not acknowledge me as his sister? Don't you think so?"

Pei Hansheng frowned, staring at the expectant yet complex expression on her face. He felt as if someone was slowly being tortured with a sharp knife in the softest part of his heart.

"Say something! My older brother definitely doesn't know, right? Why don't you call him over so we siblings can recognize each other?"

Qiao Wan reached for her phone: "I'll tell him this amazing news right now. He'll be so happy to have me as his little sister."

"Qiao Wan." Pei Hansheng grasped her hand: "Don't call yet. Give me some time to resolve some minor issues before you contact them."

"What trouble do you want to solve?" Qiao Wan's smile froze. Although she had a guess in her heart, she still refused to believe it.

She choked back tears, a sudden welling up in her eyes as she stared at Pei Hansheng, trying to discern some hint.

"I'm not as fragile as you think. Just tell me directly. It's nothing more than that I wasn't abducted, nor was I lost by accident. There's no hardship or accident involved. I'm just an abandoned baby that no one wanted. That's why I went to great lengths to come to the capital, right under their noses, but they still don't want to acknowledge me."

Pei Hansheng covered her eyes, a look of pain flashing across his face: "No, Qiao Wan."

Qiao Wan sniffed, holding back her tears, pushed the man's hand away, and got up to leave: "Fine, I'll go and find out for myself."

Pei Hansheng grabbed her from behind and pulled her into the bedroom.

"I've prepared a surprise for you, want to see it?"

He found a velvet box in the huge bouquet of roses, opened it, and a complete set of crystal jewelry came into view.

A crown, necklace, bracelets, rings—under the dazzling crystal chandelier, the sparkling light was almost blinding.

Qiao Wan had no interest in looking at any of this. She slapped the box in front of her away, and the priceless jewelry fell to the ground, where she stepped on it.

"Pei Hansheng, you're a bastard! What right do you have to stop me from going to find my family!"

She pointed at Pei Hansheng, screaming at him with all her might, tears streaming down her face. All the longing and anticipation she had accumulated turned into sharp, piercing fragments that stung her heart.

It was this very spirit that drove her to desperately escape Hong Kong and arrive in Beijing, which she thought would be her salvation, but instead turned into a living hell.

She was like a rotten football, patched up countless times, being kicked around by everyone.

I thought I was strong enough to accept this fact, but when it actually happened, the pain was no less than being skinned alive.

In this world, no one who gave her a physical body loves her, and the man she loves deeply with all her heart doesn't love her either.

She was utterly worthless.

The trauma erupted tonight, and Qiao Wan is on the verge of a mental breakdown.

The man's heart was breaking. He grabbed her and pulled her into his warm embrace.

"Tomorrow, we'll go find your birth mother together and sever all ties with her as mother and daughter."

Qiao Wan leaned against Pei Hansheng's chest, her eyes vacant and blank, no longer having any attachment to this city.

"Let's end our relationship too. Let's go through the divorce proceedings tomorrow, or see you in court."