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

Qiao Wan's expression remained normal.

"This house was rented for me by Shen Yingtang. Their family saved my life. What's wrong with me taking care of Shen Wei? It wouldn't be an exaggeration to treat him like my own son."

Pei Hansheng said casually, "You seem to really like children."

Qiao Wan said with a faint sneer, "I like it, but unfortunately you can't have children."

No man likes to hear such a comment, especially Pei Hansheng.

"Are you trying to provoke me? I'll make you have kids right now, ten or eight, so you won't be away from home all the time."

He took Qiao Wan's hand and led her into the bedroom.

Shen Yingtang stood in the living room, even more excited than the person involved, her mind screaming like a groundhog.

Even though the couple hated each other, they never treated her like an outsider.

Qiao Wan was a little annoyed, gripping the door frame: "I'm going to be late, let go of me!"

Pei Hansheng grabbed her hand and placed it on his body. Through the fabric, Qiao Wan felt his abs.

Pei Hansheng's expression was not good: "Qiao Wan, I'm not feeling well."

Qiao Wan paused slightly, looking a little nervous, and pressed on that spot: "Is it here? It must be a stomachache acting up again. Lie down first."

Pei Hansheng had a bad stomach; when the pain came, he would writhe in bed and couldn't do anything. Qiao Wan helped him recover for a while, but it all went wrong again once he went abroad.

"Would you mind if I slept in your bed?"

"What can I do if I mind? There's no room for you in the crib."

Qiao Wan pulled Pei Hansheng's arm, put it on her shoulder, and hugged his waist: "Just hang in there a little longer, you'll be able to lie down in just a few more steps."

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes and stared at her pretty, small face. Her skin was flawless, and even the beads of sweat on the fine downy hairs on her nose were clearly visible.

His heart is incredibly tender.

He leaned against her, but all his weight was on his side.

"I can sleep on the sofa."

Qiao Wan helped him to the bedside: "I'm too lazy to get you out."

She went to the medicine cabinet to look for stomach medicine.

Pei Hansheng sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze following Qiao Wan's figure.

When he was lying in bed after the car accident, Qiao Wan's image kept flashing before his eyes. He felt annoyed, but also wanted to tease her.

He truly hated her, and all he wanted was to destroy her and drag her down to hell with him.

She married him, and even in death, she wanted to be buried in the same grave with him, becoming a pair of vengeful ghosts who would torment each other.

Divorce is absolutely out of the question. Letting her enjoy herself with other men would be too unfair to the suffering endured by the Jiang siblings.

Qiao Wan found the medicine and turned to meet the man's dark, obsessive eyes. He stared straight at her, which frightened her.

She poured him a glass of warm water, placed the medicine on the bedside table, and asked, "Have you had breakfast?"

"You do it for me."

What would you like to eat?

"dumpling."

"Okay, drink some water to calm down first. Here are some painkillers."

Qiao Wan walked out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

Shen Yingtang sat in the living room, cracking sunflower seeds, looking on with amusement.

Qiao Wan sighed, "It's easy to invite a god in, but hard to send him away. You go cook dumplings, I'll call in sick."

Shen Yingtang clapped her hands and stood up: "Look at you, it's just a minor stomach ailment, why are you so worried?"

"Nonsense, I treat everyone the same."

Qiao Wan took her phone to the balcony to ask for leave. She stood there for a while, letting the breeze clear her head.

When I came back, the dumplings were ready.

She carried the bowl into the bedroom. Pei Hansheng was lying there, and the bed suddenly seemed very small. Upon closer inspection, she saw a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

He didn't say it hurt, but Qiao Wan knew that what he was doing was beyond what most people could endure.

Qiao Wan's heart clenched uncontrollably.

At times like this, I still can't bring myself to ignore him.

She put down the bowl and wiped the sweat from Pei Hansheng's forehead. "Let's go to the hospital. Just taking medicine won't be enough."

Pei Hansheng opened his eyes: "Even if I don't die, you'll be happiest."

Qiao Wan picked up a dumpling, blew on it, and said, "Yeah, if you die, no one will torture me anymore."

Pei Hansheng sneered, his voice panting, "Then I'll definitely live to be a hundred, and you'll never be able to leave me for the rest of your life."

Qiao Wan gave a bitter smile.

He neither loved her nor let her go. He would rather torment each other with hatred for the rest of his life than divorce her and be with the one he loved.

Why bother?

Pei Hansheng closed his eyes. The physical pain he felt was far less than the torment in his heart. After the car accident, he fed himself with hatred to feel that he was still alive; otherwise, he wouldn't have made it this far.

Qiao Wan sighed softly, "You really love Jiang Chunzhi. You're only staying in the marriage to torment me and please her. You might as well just marry her."

"You can love someone even if you don't marry them."

Pei Hansheng didn't open his eyes, thankfully he couldn't see the tears on Qiao Wan's face.

She remained silent for a long time, using all her strength to regain her composure, and made sure her voice sounded normal.

"The dumplings aren't too hot anymore, eat them."

She helped Pei Hansheng up, placed a cushion behind his back, sat on the edge of the bed, and fed him dumplings one by one.

"Is it good?"

"It's delicious."

Xiao Bao and Pei Hansheng share the same taste; they both love beef dumplings. The father and son have so many similarities that Qiao Wan can always see the shadow of the other in one of them.

Pei Hansheng finished the whole bowl of dumplings.

Qiao Wan glanced at the time.

"Take your medicine. If you still feel unwell, go to the hospital."

She had work in the afternoon and was unable to take care of this precious young master. More importantly, spending too much time with him always made her feel sad.

Pei Hansheng saw through her thoughts: "I'll rest for a while, then I'll take you to the winery."

"How can you drive when you're sick? Never mind."

Pei Hansheng said coldly, "If I say it's okay, then it's okay. You just need to stay by my side and obey me."

Qiao Wan felt only irony.

It sounds easy to like someone who is obedient, and then lock them in a cage, providing them with food and clothing without worry, but it is far too cruel for a woman.

She was left to wither and die, lifeless, without love or freedom, her life passing by in haste.

Isn't this a successful form of revenge?

"I can't do it, so let's get a divorce."

Pei Hansheng's eyes were deep and dark. He tilted his head back and swallowed the pills dry. A strong bitter taste spread through his throat, and his heart ached slightly.

Qiao Wan took the bowl out, but Shen Yingtang had already left. She stood by the sink, turned on the tap, covered her face, and let the tears stream down her face.

Loving someone hurts, but forgetting someone takes several times that pain.

She never wanted to fall in love with Pei Hansheng again.

Around noon, Pei Hansheng and Qiao Wan stepped out of their house.

The neighbors saw Pei Hansheng and realized he was a spitting image of Xiao Bao.

Without thinking, I immediately imagined Qiao Wan's husband.

"Xiao Wan, your husband is back! Didn't you say he wouldn't be back until next month?"

Qiao Wan bit her lip. Her public identity was one she had given herself. When others asked her where her husband was, she told them it was Ye Jizhou.

The neighbor approached Pei Hansheng solicitously, "I heard you're a mathematician? My child is taking the college entrance exam next year, and is terrible at math. Could we come to your house to ask you some questions?"

Pei Hansheng remained expressionless, holding a trash bag in his hand: "The one coming back next month won't be me."

"Oh, I see."

The neighbors' gazes towards Qiao Wan changed; they assumed she was having an affair.

Qiao Wan was embarrassed and quickly pulled Pei Hansheng into the elevator.

Pei Hansheng stared at her: "After he gets out of prison, you two are going to live together?"

Qiao Wan thought for a moment: "He must be having a lot of trouble adjusting to life here. He can't go back to Hong Kong, and I'm all alone in Beijing. He has nowhere to go."

Pei Hansheng's chest heaved, a strange anger rising within him.

"You're a stray cat without a home, huh? Perfect, my mom's been wanting to turn your room into a nursery for a while now."