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

Pei Hansheng was furious, and the people at the appraisal agency were all afraid of him.

"Mr. Pei, is there a problem?"

Why was the first report I received fake?

"Fake?" The staff member repeatedly confirmed, "The first result we gave you is the same as the one you have. It also has your subordinate's signature. It's impossible to forge it."

Pei Hansheng narrowed his eyes: "You mean to say it's my fault?"

"Of course that's not what I meant." The staff member analyzed, "Perhaps you could try to analyze it from the people around you? Who handled the report, and who was the last person to give it to you? It's very likely one of those people."

The agreement was obtained by Goldman Sachs from the authentication agency.

He left it in the car and didn't show it to anyone.

Then it was given to Qiao Wan.

If these two are truly wrong, then Qiao Wan, that woman, knowing full well that it's fake, still lets it continue to be wrong, clearly because she doesn't want them, the biological father and son, to recognize each other!

The man's feelings were extremely complicated at this moment.

Despite the anger, I was mostly overwhelmed by joy, and my heart was filled with happiness.

Xiao Bao is his biological child, the son Qiao Wan gave birth to for him. It turns out they already had their first child.

But when exactly?

Judging from Xiao Bao's age, it must have been during the time he was trying to conceive before he went abroad.

When he's not sober, it's either because he's drunk, or maybe that woman drugged him and secretly planted a seed in his body.

At that time, he always thought that Qiao Wan was unwilling to have children with him, that she didn't have feelings for him, and that she was unwilling to do those things. As a result, he acted impulsively and said a lot of hurtful things every time the topic of children came up.

Pei Hansheng recalled those past scenes, and his heart ached.

It turns out that Qiao Wan's repeated discussions with him about the child were all attempts to test his attitude towards Xiao Bao.

But what did he do?

Pei Hansheng strode out of the appraisal agency and got into his car.

He called his subordinate: "Is Qiao Wan still at the hotel?"

"The lady is still here; she hasn't left the room."

Pei Hansheng frowned slightly: "Have you had breakfast?"

"The delivery guy came out with an empty cart; he must have eaten it."

"She should still be sleeping; she must be exhausted from yesterday." The man's voice was brimming with barely suppressed excitement. "Report to me as soon as she wakes up."

"Understood, Mr. Pei."

Pei Hansheng received a call on his phone. There was an emergency at the company, and he needed to come over.

Zhao Zhao got into trouble. Pei Pengcheng got into a fight with a major client of the company for her sake. When Pei Hansheng rushed over, Zhao Zhao's bodycon skirt was torn open, with the slit going all the way up to her waist.

The man's suit jacket covered his legs, revealing glimpses of his snow-white legs. He sat on the sofa in the North Building's reception room, crying pitifully.

"Hansheng, I'm sorry, I've offended General Manager Liu and implicated Vice President Pei as well."

She stood up abruptly, her suit jacket slipping off her lap and falling to the ground. She stomped on it with her high heels and ran towards Pei Hansheng.

Her colleagues around her stared wide-eyed, clearly seeing the flesh-colored leggings Zhao Zhao was wearing.

Pei Hansheng frowned, took off his coat, and tossed it to Zhao Zhao: "Don't embarrass yourself in public. Come to my office."

Zhao Zhao tied her coat around her waist, nodded weakly and helplessly, and glanced back at Pei Pengcheng, who had beaten her bloody, but she felt no emotion whatsoever.

Pei Pengcheng is a lecherous scoundrel. With a little seduction, he can be completely manipulated. He's far inferior to Pei Hansheng.

As she walked outside, passing Pei Hansheng, the man said, "Wait for me to come find you. Don't go anywhere."

A light ignited in Zhao Zhao's eyes, her gaze filled with infatuation.

"Hansheng, thank you for still being willing to accept me."

Pei Hansheng's face was cold, his eyes like sharp blades: "I have something to ask you."

Zhao Zhao's heart sank to the bottom.

Her throat tightened, and her pale face was completely bloodless: "Okay."

Leaving the reception room, she strode towards the south building.

His cell phone vibrated in the pocket of Pei Hansheng's suit.

Zhao Zhao took it out, and the screen read, "Wife."

Is it Qiao Wan?

She found a secluded spot and swiped to answer the call.

"Pei Hansheng... I'm so cold..."

A weak voice came through intermittently; it was clearly Qiao Wan's voice.

Zhao Zhao pursed her lips, staring out the window, a dark glint in her eyes.

"Pei Hansheng, I'm... in a... refrigerated truck..."

"Qiao Wan, Han Sheng is busy right now and can't answer your call."

"..."

There was silence on the other end, a deathly stillness.

"I will pass on your words to Hansheng, but you just need to wait a little longer and hold on a little longer."

After saying that, Zhao Zhao hung up the phone.

Feeling a little guilty, she deleted the call record.

Then, pretending nothing had happened, she went into Pei Hansheng's office.

After dealing with the matter at the North Tower, Pei Hansheng felt extremely flustered.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept all night, or perhaps it was because Qiao Wan was going to elope with another man, but he wanted to call the hotel again to confirm, so he hurriedly returned to his office.

His phone lay on the desk. Zhao Zhao sat on the sofa, head down, hugging herself tightly, trembling.

Pei Hansheng glanced at her and said, "Don't say anything."

He walked to the French windows and called Qiao Wan, but the call couldn't be connected.

Perhaps she left her phone in some corner where the signal was weak.

He was beaten by his men again, but he was still in the room and hadn't run away with anyone.

Turning back, he glanced at the time and questioned Zhao Zhao, "I don't have much patience for you right now. I'm asking you, did you forge the paternity test report?"

Zhao Zhao paused for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing in her watery eyes.

"Hansheng, when did you do the paternity test? Was it for Jinjin and Beibei?"

Pei Hansheng approached Zhao Zhao, and his imposing aura sent a chill down Zhao Zhao's spine. She clenched her hands, her fingertips digging into her palms until they bled.

She laughed helplessly, "Hansheng, don't be like this, I'm so scared..."

Pei Hansheng stared at her: "Don't overdraw my trust in you. Starting today, go back to Jucai and be your marketing specialist. Otherwise, I'll send you all to Australia."

Zhao Zhao bit her lip, nodded, and large tears rolled down her cheeks.

"I understand. You're worried I'll be bullied by Pei Pengcheng, and you're protecting me, Hansheng. I became Vice President Pei's secretary just to help you more. After all, you're competitors, and having a reliable informant is important..."

"Su Zhaozhao! This is the last chance. Don't let the last bit of affection between us be completely worn away."

Pei Hansheng interrupted Zhaozhao, his brows and eyes dark and menacing, as if a storm was brewing.

Zhao Zhao opened her mouth, genuinely startled.

"I know that the connection between people is precious, and once you lose someone, you can never get them back, but I don't want to lose you."

She stood up and returned the coat to the man: "Hansheng, from now on we'll be in a superior-subordinate relationship at the company. I'm very grateful for all the help you've given me. I'll always remember this kindness in my heart."

After saying that, she left without looking back, her back view so fragile and pale.

Pei Hansheng had no time to worry about these things.

But her words, "Once lost, it can never be found again," only intensified my frustration.

He was preoccupied with Qiao Wan and couldn't spare any more patience for anyone else.

Grabbing his suit jacket, Pei Hansheng left the Pei family business and headed to the hotel.