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

Shen Yingtang returned home early after dropping Xiaobao off and saw Pei Hansheng's car in the neighborhood.

The luxury car, worth millions, has a jet-black body and reflects light so brightly it can blind people.

Passersby will inevitably glance at it several times.

As she approached, Pei Hansheng got out of the car.

The man was very tall, dressed in a well-tailored, expensive suit, exuding an air of nobility that made him unapproachable.

Shen Yingtang walked closer and saw a faint handprint on one side of the man's handsome face, and his lip was also broken. She couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Pei Hansheng's face suddenly turned cold and stern, which startled her so much that she quickly put on a polite expression.

"Good morning, Mr. Pei. Uh... was this a chance encounter, or...?"

Did you come here specifically to see Qiao Wan?

"I need to find Shen Wei; we have an agreement."

"Xiao Bao?" Shen Yingtang's eyes darted around, recalling Wanwan's reaction when she came home yesterday:

"Mr. Pei probably doesn't know that the children are at kindergarten at this time, so he didn't even go to the company and just waited outside his house all night? Mr. Pei, you are truly trustworthy."

Pei Hansheng's face was cold and stern, his gaze sweeping lightly over Shen Yingtang: "Take me upstairs to find Qiao Wan."

Shen Yingtang thought for a moment, then hesitated, "Does President Pei really want to go up?"

Pei Hansheng scoffed coldly, "So you really don't want to call me up? Is there something you're ashamed of?"

Shen Yingtang hurriedly said, "That's impossible. Our Wanwan is very self-respecting and has a clean private life. President Pei, please don't make false accusations."

Pei Hansheng said somewhat displeasedly, "Then why waste time talking nonsense?"

Shen Yingtang had no more reasons to refuse. Even if she didn't tell Pei Hansheng, he was capable enough to go up there himself.

"Qiao Wan lives in Building 21, on the 20th floor. Mr. Pei, please come with me."

While waiting for the elevator, Shen Yingtang sent Qiao Wan a message: [Alert, alert, Pei Hansheng is upstairs looking for you.]

Pei Hansheng's gaze was sharp as a hawk's: "Miss Shen's expression is strange. Is she tipping you off?"

"No, no, Qiao Wan likes to sleep in. Last night, I don't know what happened, she came home crying with her face covered in tears and covered in bruises. I was afraid that she was in a bad state and would scare you, so I told her to get up and get ready. Girls like to look pretty, and they want to dress up in front of people."

"I've seen what she looks like before," Pei Hansheng said calmly, glancing at Shen Yingtang. "Is she seriously injured? Where exactly is she feeling unwell?"

Shen Yingtang and Pei Hansheng entered the elevator together: "It's not serious, just a lot of hickeys on my body, probably from mosquito bites."

She said this with a straight face, without the slightest trace of lying.

Where would mosquitoes come from in the dead of winter? As long as she doesn't burst out laughing, she won't be the one feeling embarrassed.

Pei Hansheng remained calm: "It wasn't mosquitoes, I did it."

Shen Yingtang covered her mouth and pretended to cough to hide her embarrassment.

With a ding, the elevator arrived at the floor where Qiao Wan rented an apartment.

When my brother came over last time, he reminded me that Pei Hansheng was already suspicious and would definitely come looking for Qiao Wan soon to hide all traces of the mother and son's life in the house.

My brother was right.

But she wasn't afraid; her whole family were professional actors, the best at acting.

Can't he fool Pei Hansheng?

"Qiao Wan hasn't replied to my messages, she's probably still asleep. Mr. Pei, please go in."

Shen Yingtang opened the door with her fingerprint and gestured for her to enter.

The aroma of food wafted through the house, and Qiao Wan's gentle voice could be faintly heard.

"Ji Zhou, something came up last night, so I couldn't come to see you. I'll bring you the books you wanted next time I have some free time."

Shen Yingtang secretly observed Pei Hansheng's expression. His deeply defined face gradually hardened with a layer of frost, and even without saying a word, he exuded an oppressive aura.

She was a little worried and wanted to remind Qiao Wan.

Pei Hansheng raised his hand to stop her: "Don't move."

They stood at the entrance. Qiao Wan was in the kitchen, wearing a white off-the-shoulder knit top, blue wide-leg jeans, and an apron tied around her waist. Her slender waist, peach-shaped buttocks, long legs, and graceful curves were all outlined, making her look very feminine.

Before going to work, Ye Jizhou made the dumplings that Xiaobao had been asking for the night before. She put her phone aside, put it on speakerphone, rolled out a few wrappers, and filled them with the filling.

So they didn't hear a thing at the door.

On the phone, Ye Jizhou's voice was gentle and pleasant, easily associated with the image of a handsome young man.

"Wanwan, I have good news to tell you."

"What good news? Tell me, I'm listening."

"The director of the Beijing Mathematical Research Institute came to me a while ago and personally gave me an appointment letter. I never expected that I, as a prisoner, could be accepted by society."

"Really?" Qiao Wan was very happy: "You persisted in your studies while you were in prison, contributed to the cause of mathematics, and even solved a world-class mathematical problem and won a major award. Gold will never be buried anywhere."

"Wanwan, we'll be able to see each other soon."

"Yes, it will be soon."

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes and squeezed the beautiful and delicate dumpling in her hand.

Four years have passed, and things have changed. She has gone through a marriage and is a mother of a three-year-old child. In Ye Jizhou's mind, she is still in the most beautiful stage of her youth.

Sixteen-year-old Qiao Wan is clean and clear-headed, with a high ponytail. She is always quiet and doesn't say a word even when bullied. She stands up straight, staring at the other person, and her stubbornness is heartbreaking.

He vowed to protect her for the rest of his life, and that he would give his life for her if necessary.

Ye Jizhou suddenly broke the silence: "Wanwan, are you still alone?"

Qiao Wan bit her lip: "I..."

Two sharp gazes seemed to pierce through her from behind. She turned around and was so startled that she dropped the dumplings in her hand to the ground.

"Wanwan, it's time. Let's talk next time."

Ye Jizhou reluctantly hung up the phone. Qiao Wan's mind went blank for a moment, but she quickly calmed herself down.

Pei Hansheng stood in the living room, asking her from a distance, "Do you still know that you're a married woman?"

Qiao Wan lowered her head, avoiding his gaze, a bitter feeling welling up in her heart.

She has a husband, yet she suffers alone in her marriage; what difference is there between her and a widow?

"President Pei, you're overthinking it. Everyone has a first love, right? Wanwan and Ye Jizhou have a brother-sister relationship."

On the surface, Shen Yingtang was respectful to Pei Hansheng, but every word she spoke was aimed at his heart.

However, he probably wasn't seriously injured, since his sister was much more injured than Qiao Wan.

Pei Hansheng glanced sideways: "Get out, this is none of your business."

"Xiao Tang, I'm going to be late for work." Qiao Wan untied her apron. "Put the dumplings in the fridge, and cook them when you're hungry at lunchtime."

She washed her hands, dusted off the flour, picked up her bag, and went out.

He stopped as he passed Pei Hansheng and said, "Let's talk outside."

Pei Hansheng's gaze swept over her indifferent face and then around the room.

There was a single bed in Qiao Wan's bedroom, with no trace of a man.

Another bedroom was converted into a children's room.

His narrow eyes narrowed as he stared at her and questioned, "You live with someone else's child and take care of them more than their own parents. What's your relationship?"