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

Xu didn't sleep either; he was also in this hotel.

He replied to Qiao Wan first: [Where are you? Let's arrange a place to meet and talk?]

Qiao Wan tapped her fingers on the keyboard, glanced up at Pei Hansheng, and he immediately caught her gaze, stopped what he was doing, straightened up, and stared at her.

Those hawk-like eyes were sharp and dark, capable of seeing right through Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan quickly lowered her head, replying to Xu Ze with a troubled expression: [No, we can't get out.]

[Should I come find you?]

"Who are you texting?" Pei Hansheng threw off the blanket, walked over, and sat down next to Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan's screen protector was a privacy screen, so he couldn't see anything and simply snatched the phone from her hand.

The screen is locked and requires a password to unlock.

Pei Hansheng remembered Qiao Wan's password. All her passwords were her birthdays. He had told her to set them this way because it would be easier to check her phone.

He entered his birthday, 980809.

The interface displays a message: Incorrect password.

Pei Hansheng clenched his fist, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

He looked at Qiao Wan with a half-smile: "You changed your phone password?"

Qiao Wan was a little afraid of him. Pei Hansheng used to never hold back when he lost his temper, saying hurtful things, smashing things and slamming doors. She was used to it.

He wouldn't do that now. He would just endure it with a smile in his eyes, but that smile was very sinister. The consequence of angering him would be that he would take advantage of you completely.

"It's been changed."

Why did you change your password?

Qiao Wan's voice was cold and indifferent: "There's no reason. After a while, I just wanted to make a change."

Pei Hansheng tightened his grip on the phone, causing the wound on the back of his hand to reopen and ooze blood.

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes, a hint of fear flashing across them. She looked up at him, his eyes deep and unfathomable, as if they could draw you in.

"Over time, feelings change, and do you ever think about changing your husband?"

Qiao Wan snatched her phone away: "Pei Hansheng, are you ever going to stop? It's just a phone password, is it really that big of a deal?"

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Do you even understand that if a husband and wife can't even look at each other's phones, then the relationship is over?"

Qiao Wan found it extremely funny: "Isn't this over yet? Why do you never let me see my phone?"

"You know my phone password, you can check it anytime, but you never look at it." Pei Hansheng stared directly into her eyes: "Are you really unwilling to check, or are you afraid of finding something, so you don't dare?"

Qiao Wan shoved the man away abruptly: "Are you sick in the head? We're getting a divorce anyway, what's the point of discussing this?"

Pei Hansheng's back slammed against the sofa, and his hand tore at the open wound, causing excruciating pain.

Qiao Wan didn't want to pay attention to him. She took her phone, walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and lay down on the bed.

Worried that Pei Hansheng would use her phone to crack the password, she held it in her hand, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

Pei Hansheng stared at her like she was a thief, feeling incredibly stifled.

He used to be able to look through Qiao Wan's phone at will, but things are different now. She's become more independent, and there are some things she can't show him anymore.

Yes, over time, everything changes. Feelings change, and even the best intentions can't be salvaged.

Pei Hansheng couldn't sleep. He was very tired, but all he could think about was Qiao Wan holding her phone and texting some man.

He turned off the lights and sat on the sofa, facing Qiao Wan directly. His dark eyes were like those of a lurking cheetah, severely wounded, licking his wounds alone, waiting for the dawn to arrive.

Qiao Wan couldn't stay awake any longer; she was incredibly sleepy.

She fell asleep very quickly.

……

The next morning, the first thing Qiao Wan did upon waking up was to look for her phone.

The phone wasn't in her hand, nor did it slip onto the bed; instead, it was placed on the table next to the sofa.

Pei Hansheng had already left the room.

A cold sweat broke out on her back. She threw off the covers, went barefoot, and picked up her phone.

The password was Xiaobao's birthday. She entered it, but it was incorrect.

It has obviously been modified.

I tried entering Pei Hansheng's birthday as it was before, and this time it was correct. I clicked in and looked at the call log, and found a call log for Xu Ze.

The time is 6:30 in the morning.

At that time, this young master should have been sleeping. Why would he make a phone call out of the blue? It's just causing trouble.

Qiao Wan called back, and Xu Ze answered, his tone not very good: "Pei Hansheng, you're so arrogant! The capital is your territory, but I'm not afraid. We'll die together if necessary."

Qiao Wan had a bad feeling: "What did you say on the phone this morning?"

Xu Ze was furious. Pei Hansheng was insane, and others would suffer even more.

"How did your phone end up in Pei Hansheng's hands? Aren't you two divorced? Why were you spending the night together?"

Qiao Wan didn't speak, and Xu Ze's tone softened.

"I said I'd buy an early flight today so we could go back to the South China Sea together, but who would have thought Pei Hansheng would answer the phone? He said he'd find someone to mess with me and make sure I could never be a man again."

Qiao Wan pinched the bridge of her nose.

That madman Pei Hansheng hacked her phone and must have seen her chat history with Xu Ze last night.

"Alright, I got it. Don't contact me for the next few days."

"So, are you still coming back to the South China Sea with me?"

"I don't know, you can come back if you want."

Qiao Wan's plan fell through. She had wanted Pei Hansheng to pick up Xiao Bao from the old house and leave with the child.

After thinking about it, she decided to call the old house to find out what was going on.

The new housekeeper, whom she had never met before, treated Qiao Wan with utmost respect: "Good morning, Madam Pei."

"Did Xiaobao sleep well last night? Did he cry for me?"

"Young Master Bao is doing very well. He slept with Grandpa last night without crying or fussing. He's very well-behaved."

Qiao Wan felt a strange emptiness in her heart.

"Is Pei Hansheng at the old house?"

"Young Master Pei is here. He just arrived." The butler glanced at the dining room, where the father and son were having breakfast together in a warm and harmonious atmosphere. "He's having breakfast with Xiao Bao."

Qiao Wan asked, "How is Pei Hansheng feeling?"

"My mood is the same as usual; I can't tell if I'm happy or unhappy."

"understood."

Qiao Wan hung up the phone and sat down on the sofa.

What she's nervous about right now isn't that Pei Hansheng knows she and Xu Ze are plotting to leave.

It was Xiao Bao.

A nagging worry lingered in her heart: her little baby was about to be snatched away from her...

……

The Pei family's old residence.

Today's breakfast was exceptionally lavish, with both Western and Chinese dishes on the table, all prepared specifically for Xiao Bao at Rong Wenying's request.

Rong Wenying got up very early and spent a long time studying two documents.

He walked into the restaurant and said to Pei Hansheng.

"Today I contacted two international schools for this child, both of which have the best teaching staff in the country. This child's mother is really too good at being a mother, sending her child to such a bad school, where he's surrounded by hooligans and thugs, associating with people from the same low social class as his mother. It's going to taint Xiao Bao's noble and pure aura."

Pei Hansheng was already in a bad mood, and when he heard Rong Wenying say these things, his face suddenly darkened.

Without saying a word, she picked up the baby.

Xiao Bao was stuffing various snacks into his backpack, waving his hands and saying, "Daddy, I want to bring Mommy breakfast, Mommy's favorite little bread..."

"It's not like we can't eat it anymore, you're so pathetic."

As Pei Hansheng spoke, he grabbed two loaves of bread, wrapped them in a tissue, stuffed them into Xiaobao's schoolbag, and walked outside.

"Hansheng, come back! I have something very important to tell you!"

Pei Hansheng quickened his pace; given his current patience, he couldn't bear to be in the same space as Rong Wenying.

Rong Wenying chased after her, asking, "Don't you suspect your relationship with this child?"

Pei Hansheng stopped in his tracks: "Ms. Rong, this child is Qiao Wan's lifeblood. Next time you bring him back to the old house, please let us know in advance."

Without saying a word, Rong Wenying rushed out and snatched Xiaobao away, holding him tightly in her arms.

"You're so stupid! Xiao Bao is your own son! He's the eldest grandson of the Pei family, and I want him to stay!"