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

Upon hearing this, Pei Hansheng froze, holding Qiao Wan as if she were a cold, heavy stone.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't warm her up.

"What, was tonight's romance not surprising enough, or was my apology not sincere enough?" Pei Hansheng released his grip, his smile gradually cooling as he stared intently at Qiao Wan.

"What you're standing on is my wedding gift to you as compensation. Do you like it?"

From our honeymoon until now, he has wanted to prepare for every important day we've missed.

But Qiao Wan, that woman, she's like a block of wood!

Qiao Wan avoided the man's gaze, only to feel a sense of oppression sweep over her from above, enveloping her and making her feel suffocated.

She lifted her foot, ready to leave.

The man's body blocked her path, and he demanded aggressively, "Answer me, do you like it or not?"

Qiao Wan regretted it; she shouldn't have followed this man into the room.

"You don't like it, do you?" Pei Hansheng pinched her chin, staring at her misty eyes, and curled his lips into a cold smile: "Then what do you like? You like to cry, you like to hit me, you like to bring up divorce with me all the time."

Qiao Wan was in extreme distress. She forcefully pushed the man's shoulder away, her voice trembling, "Let me go."

"Where are you going?" Pei Hansheng stepped forward, his tall figure casting a shadow that enveloped her, as if he were completely surrounding her.

The danger was drawing ever closer, and Qiao Wan had no choice but to back away. Just as she bumped into the floor lamp, the man grabbed her waist and pulled her back.

"Pei Hansheng, let me go! Ugh..."

The man's kiss landed unexpectedly, his heavy breathing mixed with the smell of alcohol, lingering on Qiao Wan's lips and mouth.

She tilted her head back, tears streaming down her face from the pain.

Pei Hansheng led her to the large bed, and the two of them fell down together, clinging tightly to each other on the white sheets covered with rose petals.

"Don't mention the word 'divorce' to me again, or... the consequences will be severe."

Pei Hansheng's tone carried a warning, and he bowed his head, demonstrating his words through his actions.

Qiao Wan's clothes were torn off, revealing a slightly cool sensation followed by the man's burning heat.

She closed her eyes, giving up on resisting. It was all in vain, so she simply succumbed to the man's debauchery...

……

Western restaurant.

Sitting face to face were Rong Wenying and Zhao Zhao.

Rong Wenying disliked Zhao Zhao because she resembled Qiao Wan, but lacked Qiao Wan's inherent pride.

This is equivalent to a person losing their soul; no one likes a walking corpse.

Zhao Zhao sat quietly, feeling uneasy, glancing at the door every now and then.

She sent Pei Hansheng her address; it seems he's not coming.

Rong Wenying took out the photos and threw them on the table: "These two children, are they yours and Pei Hansheng's?"

Zhao Zhao shook her head: "No."

Rong Wenying sneered, "Ha, so they're just two little bastards."

Zhao Zhao's face turned deathly pale: "Madam Pei, the child is innocent, please don't humiliate us like this."

Rong Wenying said with a mocking expression, "Your child is innocent, but my grandson isn't?"

Zhao Zhao paused, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"Stop playing dumb with me. Your low-down tricks might fool Pei Hansheng, but they won't escape my eyes."

Rong Wenying crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair: "Hansheng and Xiaobao had a paternity test done, but you tampered with it, so my son is still in the dark."

Zhao Zhao looked like a mouse exposed to the light, her face filled with panic.

"No, I didn't... I don't know..."

"You slut!" Rong Wenying picked up the juice beside her and splashed it on Zhao Zhao's face. "No one dares to lie to me. Do you want to die?"

Zhao Zhao covered her face, her shoulders trembling, and she made frightened sobbing sounds.

Rong Wenying disliked women like this the most. Qiao Wan even knew to slap her twice in retaliation, but this Zhao Zhao was just a good-for-nothing.

Pei Hansheng's taste in women has not improved; in fact, it has regressed.

"Stop making so much noise! ​​If you cry again, I'll slap your mouth shut!"

Zhao Zhao pulled out two tissues, wiped her face, and wanted to call Pei Hansheng.

Rong Wenying saw through it immediately, snatched her phone, and smashed it on the ground.

"I heard you've been placed in the Pei Group? Let me tell you, a cow or a chicken is a cow or a chicken. Don't even think about climbing the social ladder by being pregnant. Our Pei family already has an eldest grandson, whom I'm grooming as our heir. Pei Hansheng should also fulfill his responsibilities as a father. I won't let your schemes succeed!"

A hint of surprise flashed across Zhao Zhao's eyes.

"You dislike Qiao Wan, but that child is hers. Aren't you afraid she'll use the child to get revenge on you?"

"Xiao Bao has the Pei family's genes flowing in his veins. He's not stupid enough to not be able to distinguish right from wrong. What power does Qiao Wan have to compete with us for the child? I'm not worried at all that she will become a threat to me."

Zhao Zhao stared at the woman in front of her, a chilling fear rising in her heart.

Pei Hansheng might be soft-hearted, but his mother is a ruthless character. She should temporarily conceal her sharpness and let her fight with Qiao Wan.

As they were talking, a luxury car pulled up outside, and a man got out.

Zhao Zhao looked over as if she had seen reinforcements.

"Someone has come to pick me up, Mrs. Pei. I have broken ties with Pei Hansheng and am now Vice President Pei's secretary."

She got up, quickly walked to the door, bumped into Pei Pengcheng's arms, and burst into tears, looking disheveled.

Rong Wenying glanced at her sideways, her eyes filled with wariness.

How did these two end up colluding and mixing together?

She frowned in thought.

Now that the woman knows about Xiao Bao's background, this secret can no longer be kept hidden; it must be told to Pei Hansheng as soon as possible.

She called Pei Hansheng, but no one answered for a long time.

I can only call him over to my house tomorrow and tell him in person.

……

Hotel, suite.

The air was scorching hot, and I was sweating profusely. The sheets were wrinkled beyond recognition and hung haphazardly on the carpet.

Pei Hansheng sat up, put on his bathrobe, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and glanced at the woman lying on the bed.

"You'll feel more comfortable sleeping after washing up."

Qiao Wan was exhausted and didn't want to move at all.

"Don't tell Xia Dingxiang and Fu Yuanzhou that I know about my background," Qiao Wan said weakly. "I don't want to acknowledge them."

Pei Hansheng took a deep drag of his cigarette, stubbed it out, turned around, picked up Qiao Wan, and carried her into the bathroom.

"Honey, even with twins, you're still so tight."

Qiao Wan frowned, feeling utterly disgusted.

She loathed herself, and she loathed what she had done with Pei Hansheng.

Pei Hansheng turned on the hot water from the bathtub faucet with one hand, and casually wrapped a towel around his injured hand so that Qiao Wan could lean against it comfortably.

He threw the petals into the water, squatted down, feeling relaxed, and picked up a few petals to stick on Qiao Wan's body.

Qiao Wan grabbed his hand that had done the wrong thing, but she didn't have much strength left.

"Did you know that your mother took Xiaobao back to the old house?"

"When did this happen?"

A layer of sarcasm covered Qiao Wan's cold face: "You don't even know your child is lost, how can you be a qualified father?"

Pei Hansheng frowned: "The old house is also his home, so it's not considered lost."

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes, her emotions unreadable: "Bring him out tomorrow, the three of us can go to the amusement park."

Pei Hansheng paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay."

Qiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief, letting the man clean her up and then wrap her in a bath towel before carrying her to the sofa.

Pei Hansheng asked the waiter to bring new sheets and blankets, as the old ones were too unsightly to look at, so he didn't call them in and made the bed himself.

Qiao Wan curled up, took out her phone, and sent a message to Xu Ze.

[Is it possible to go to the South China Sea tomorrow?]