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

Shen Yingtang glanced at Qiao Wan in Pei Hansheng's arms.

Then, looking at Xiao Bao's rounded back of the head, I was dumbfounded.

Pei Hansheng also noticed the little guy running towards them at this moment.

If I heard correctly, he called Qiao Wan "Mommy"?

Qiao Wan gripped Pei Hansheng's suit cufflinks, her palms sweating.

She buried her face in the man's chest, hiding like an ostrich.

My son, please forgive Mommy for being so heartless towards her own family now.

Just as Xiao Bao was a meter away from Pei Hansheng, Shen Yingtang caught up, grabbed his hand, and gently patted his little bottom twice.

"Shen Wei, are your eyesight not very good? You even mistook your own daddy and mommy?"

A look of confusion flashed across Xiao Bao's face, but he quickly understood.

He is an unregistered resident; his household registration is now with his uncle's family, and his uncle and aunt are his father and mother.

Xiao Bao scratched his head, a silly smile spreading across his face: "Yes, Xiao Bao mistook you for someone else. I'm so sorry."

He turned to Pei Hansheng, his expression changing: "But why is he holding Qiao Xiaowan?"

Pei Hansheng narrowed his eyes, dispelling his doubts.

He lowered his eyes, glancing at the cat-like woman in his arms, his gaze possessive and domineering: "Why can't I hold her?"

This little kid is already trying to take someone from him.

Xiao Bao snorted, walked over, tilted his head back, and tugged at Qiao Wan's clothes.

"Qiao Xiaowan, how can you let other men hold you like that? Get down right now!"

Qiao Wan turned her head to look at Xiao Bao and winked at him.

Son, being too curious will harm us both. Let's go home.

Xiao Bao pouted and plopped down on the ground: "I want a hug too."

Pei Hansheng stared at the little chubby ball of flesh at his feet, who was huffing and puffing.

He has never been very patient with children, but strangely enough, even though Xiao Bao is naughty, he doesn't get annoyed.

"Take your uncle upstairs to Qiao Wan's house for a visit. Your uncle will let you ride a big horse."

Xiao Bao's pouty lips parted slightly, showing a mixture of surprise and anticipation.

"You sit on my shoulders, huh?"

Pei Hansheng hummed in agreement: "We can also lift him up high."

Xiao Bao jumped up, his eyes lighting up: "Deal!"

Shen Yingtang and Qiao Wan exchanged a glance, realizing they were in deep trouble.

Pei Hansheng went upstairs and entered the room. He saw that it was full of photos of Qiao Wan and Xiao Bao. Wouldn't that give them away?

Qiao Wan said softly, "My room is a shared apartment, with four or five girls living together. It would be too inconvenient for you to come."

Pei Hansheng frowned deeply: "Aren't you worried about four or five people living in this kind of house?"

Qiao Wan muttered under her breath, "So what if it's a house like this? When I was a kid, I lived in a pigeon coop in Hong Kong, where it was hard to even stand up. Now it's pretty good."

Pei Hansheng frowned even more deeply. As a rich young master born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he naturally couldn't imagine this scene.

"Hearing you say that makes me even more curious."

Shen Yingtang smiled and said, "President Pei, thank you for taking Wanwan home. It's so unfortunate today, the child still has homework to do. Please come visit another day."

Xiao Bao glanced at Shen Yingtang: "Xiao Bao doesn't have any homework."

Pei Hansheng's sharp gaze swept back and forth between Qiao Wan and Shen Yingtang's faces, filled with inquiry: "Then lead the way."

Shen Yingtang felt like her feet were filled with lead. Just as she took a step, Pei Hansheng's cell phone rang in his car as if it were a lifesaver.

"President Pei, your phone is ringing. Check it quickly, don't let it interfere with important business."

"Give me your phone."

Shen Yingtang took Pei Hansheng's phone out of the car: "It was Zhaozhao who called."

Upon hearing this, Pei Hansheng put Qiao Wan down and said, "You keep an eye on her."

He picked up his phone and walked to the side to answer it.

Shen Yingtang quietly asked Qiao Wan, "Is Zhaozhao the one in the photo?"

Qiao Wan nodded.

Shen Yingtang sighed, "If he wants to go up later, he'll go to my house, but it's a messier place than a pigsty."

"Pei Hansheng won't go up." Qiao Wan glanced at Pei Hansheng's profile, noticing an unusual tension in his expression. "His heart is tied to someone else; he can't care about me."

As they were talking, Pei Hansheng hung up the phone and walked over.

"I have something to do, I'll be going now."

Xiao Bao was a little disappointed: "Uncle, what about Xiao Bao's horseback riding and being lifted high in the air?"

Pei Hansheng rubbed Xiaobao's head and smiled.

"Next time, definitely."

"Okay then, pinky promise."

"Okay, pinky promise."

Pei Hansheng squatted down, hooked his little finger around Xiao Bao's, then quickly stood up and got into the car.

Qiao Wan stood there, watching his car drive away, unsure whether she felt lost or numb.

Shen Yingtang picked up Xiaobao and carried him upstairs, scolding him, "Riding on a horse, lifting you high, Pei Hansheng's little tricks fooled you? Where's your former stance? Where's your pride?"

Xiao Bao protested, "Other kids have dads to play with, and I want that too."

"I'll call your uncle right now and ask him to come over so you can ride it. We have one at home, we don't need anyone else's."

Shen Yingtang picked up her phone and called her brother.

Upon hearing that Xiao Bao wanted to play, Shen Yishen and his wife rushed over immediately.

The Shen siblings, one a childless couple and the other a staunch non-marriage advocate, both dote on their son, Xiao Bao, as if he were their own child. Although Xiao Bao doesn't have a biological father, he grew up surrounded by love.

Qiao Wan went home with them.

That evening, Shen Yishen and Yan Wei brought dinner that they had packed from the Chinese restaurant, and everyone ate together.

After dinner, Xiao Bao sat on Shen Yishen's shoulders and had a great time, with laughter filling the living room.

Shen Yingtang and Qiao Wan were in the bedroom.

"I asked that friend today. The threatening pictures and videos on your phone all came from the dark web. The emails are from virtual addresses, so they can't be traced. But to do that, you first need to plant a virus on your phone. Think about it carefully, who has touched your phone, and who gets access to it every time you get a new one?"

Qiao Wan already had the answer in her heart.

"All suspicion points to Zhang Xiu. She's the aunt of Tanshu. She can even leave my things lying around, let alone my phone."

Shen Yingtang snapped her fingers: "That makes things easier. We'll find evidence and throw it in her face."

"I'm afraid Zhang Xiu's people are protected by Pei Hansheng, so they can't be touched."

"Jiang Chunzhi, is it? Sooner or later her true colors will be revealed, and I will not let her get away with it."

Qiao Wan sneered: "Xiao Tang, don't even mention you, I won't let her off the hook either."

She's figured it out now.

Jiang Nanhe is Jiang Nanhe, and his sister is his sister. These are two different things. She can't carry the guilt for the rest of her life and be trampled on.

……

Qiao Wan took a day off, and Boss Luo asked her on the phone if she didn't want to work anymore because of what happened with Jiang Yutong yesterday.

"Of course not, I'm going to visit a friend."

"I've already taught her a lesson for you, Qiao Wan. Consider this something I owe you. Feel free to ask for anything."

"I'll have to think about it carefully. I'll talk to you later, I got a phone call."

Qiao Wan answered the phone when Goldman Sachs called.

"Madam, I went to the Ministry of Justice again to check, and I really couldn't find your divorce agreement."

Qiao Wan asked, puzzled, "How could that be? Pei Hansheng said it's just a matter of going through the legal process with a lawyer, and we can sign it soon. Why don't you ask a divorce lawyer again?"

"Where did President Pei get a divorce lawyer? He doesn't want to divorce you at all."

"Assistant Gao, you may not know the situation. There is no marital affection between Pei Hansheng and me. He is probably more anxious about the divorce than I am."

Goldman Sachs muttered under his breath, "President Pei really doesn't want a divorce, otherwise he wouldn't keep avoiding you."

"What did you say?"

"Madam, you should talk to President Pei yourself, but he didn't come to the company today."

Qiao Wan hung up the phone, not even bothering to look for Pei Hansheng.

Today is the monthly prison visitation day, and she wants to bring Ye Jizhou something.

Just as I got into the car, Pei Hansheng called.

The speaker was Pei Xiongkai.

"Xiao Wan, Grandpa is dying. Come to the hospital quickly and see him. These are my last words, and I can only say them to you."