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

Qiao Wan stood there, with Pei Hansheng and his old subordinate blocking the doorway, showing no intention of letting her leave.

She glanced at Pei Hansheng indifferently and walked up to him.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his suit jacket.

This was her daily routine at Tanshu. When Pei Hansheng came home from get off work, she would undress him and prepare his bath. When Pei Hansheng didn't come home, she would count down the days until he returned.

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes.

Qiao Wan's expression was indifferent and aloof; she wasn't like this before.

She loved to laugh and couldn't resist being teased. The two of them stood so close together. Qiao Wan's eyes were gentle and tender. She put her arm around her waist and pulled her into her arms. She whispered a few flirtatious words in her ear, and her face turned even redder, and her heart raced.

Now, when she looks at him, aside from the occasional flicker of emotion, all that remains is a vast expanse of blankness and disorientation.

The former subordinate and Goldman Sachs exchanged a knowing smile.

The young couple had their own tacit understanding, which outsiders couldn't comprehend.

Without lingering, they left Pei Hansheng's office one after another.

Pei Hansheng raised his arm and told Qiao Wan to take off his shirt as well.

"I have a dinner party tonight, come with me."

"I don't want to go."

Pei Hansheng ignored him and walked into the bathroom shirtless.

"Come in and find me a change of clothes."

Qiao Wan felt a surge of anger.

She walked into the lounge: "Why should I be allowed to leave just because you say so? Why should I go to social events just because you tell me to...?"

The bathroom door was wide open, and Qiao Wan was facing Pei Hansheng's naked body under the shower.

Its grandeur is on full display.

Her face flushed red, and she covered her face and turned away.

His anger turned to shame and embarrassment, and he couldn't utter a word.

Pei Hansheng casually lathered himself with shower gel, his arm muscles undulating with the movement. He smiled and said, "You didn't stay for nothing; you got paid."

Qiao Wan bit her lip: "How much?"

A man's mocking voice came from behind.

"I thought you would resist for a few more seconds. Mrs. Pei is so short of money, people will think I'm dead."

Qiao Wan thought to herself, "That's right, she's practically widowed now."

He walked to the wardrobe and picked out a custom-made suit for business occasions.

Pei Hansheng has refined taste and likes to use watches, cufflinks and the like as decorations to make things less dull.

After finishing her outfit, she left the lounge, sent a message to Shen Yingtang to report the situation, and told her to go home first.

The sound of rushing water could be heard from inside, mixed with the faint humming of a man in a cheerful mood.

Qiao Wan's thoughts were in turmoil. Outside the French windows, the city lights of Beijing were just coming on, but she had lost the mood to appreciate them.

……

Jiang Chunzhi's RV, carrying Qiao Jiadong, left the Pei Group.

Looking at the man covered in blood, she covered her mouth and nose in disgust.

"What's your relationship with Qiao Wan?"

Qiao Jiadong countered, "What's your relationship with her?"

"I am Pei Hansheng's fiancée. If it weren't for Qiao Wan, I would have been Mrs. Pei long ago."

Qiao Jiadong spat and said, "So you're that mistress?"

Jiang Chunzhi gave her male assistant a look, and the male assistant lifted Qiao Jiadong out of his seat and stepped on him, crushing him hard.

"If you don't speak properly, I'll throw you out!"

Qiao Jiadong was on the verge of death, spitting out a mouthful of blood: "Just tell me what you want me to do. As long as I get paid, taking Qiao Wan back to Hong Kong and sending you to my brother-in-law's bed is no problem."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chunzhi sat up straight, a sinister sneer appearing on her face.

"I want her to be utterly disgraced, to have no place in the capital, and to leave in disgrace."

If that's the case, then there's no longer any possibility for Qiao Wan and Pei Hansheng.

……

After taking a shower, Pei Hansheng walked out looking handsome and refreshed in a suit and tie.

Qiao Wan sat there, unwilling to move.

"Why didn't you ask Jiang Chunzhi to go with you?"

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes and put on his watch: "Tonight, all the clients are bringing their wives to dinner."

"If I bring my lover, then Jiang Chunzhi can go?"

Pei Hansheng frowned and looked up at Qiao Wan: "You've already gone astray after only a short time away."

Qiao Wan curled her lips in a mocking smile.

Taking her along was merely to maintain his image as a responsible businesswoman and his wife; she was just playing along.

If you pay, things will be much easier.

She stood up, straightened her appearance, and maintained the demeanor of a typical gentle and virtuous wife.

Pei Hansheng stared at her figure with her long hair tied up, his Adam's apple bobbing, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

When Qiao Wan turned to look at him, he quickly looked away and walked out of the office with a cold expression.

Qiao Wan followed behind, and the driver took them to a Western restaurant.

The private room contained both clients and suppliers, all older than Pei Hansheng, and the wives were all adorned with jewels and exuded elegance.

Pei Hansheng sat next to the main seat, and Qiao Wan followed suit.

They immediately started talking about business, and she couldn't get a word in edgewise.

She soon got hungry and tugged at Pei Hansheng's sleeve.

"Can I eat now?"

Pei Hansheng shared his business insights while handing his plate of sliced ​​steak to Qiao Wan, naturally without even glancing at her.

Qiao Wan picked up her fork and ate the beef, chewing slowly and carefully.

They were completely unaware that they had become the focus of attention for the wives.

"They are a young couple after all, stylish and romantic. My husband has never cut steak for me."

"Mrs. Pei looks like a beautiful and pampered wife who is loved by her husband at home."

Pei Hansheng denied it: "My wife is very annoying, she's always making a fuss, it gives me a headache, and I'm the only one who can put up with her."

The men all looked at Qiao Wan.

She sat quietly beside Pei Hansheng, occasionally making eye contact with strangers, giving a polite smile before lowering her head again. She possessed a calm and gentle strength; a few glances at her would soothe even the most restless heart.

"Mr. Pei probably said that because he's afraid someone will steal his wife."

Pei Hansheng smiled without saying a word, and picked up his wine glass to drink.

Only Qiao Wan knew how serious he was when he said it in a joking tone.

Privately, they had reached the point of mutual loathing.

"Young Master Pei, one of your cousins' wives is the daughter of a wealthy businessman, and the other comes from a political family. Everyone says that your Pei family knows how to choose wives. Your young wife must be quite remarkable as well."

Qiao Wan stopped chewing and stared at the gold-inlaid patterns on the edge of the plate.

Pei Hansheng's management of the family business was not easy; he climbed up the ladder on the edge of a knife, surrounded by wolves and tigers, and she witnessed firsthand how dangerous it was.

He is the heir to a prestigious family and cannot afford to make any mistakes, especially in marriage. His two cousins ​​are now secretly coveting his position and making underhanded moves.

That's why Rong Wenying was so eager to form a marriage alliance with the Jiang family.

Pei Hansheng avoided the topic, picked up his wine glass and drank with them, one glass after another.

People mentioned his scars, and his wife couldn't make him look good either, so he's probably in a bad mood.

After the dinner, Pei Hansheng was extremely drunk and asked his driver to take him back to the company. He had too much work to do and needed to deal with it as soon as he woke up.

Qiao Wan took off his shoes, wiped his hands and face clean, and was about to leave when he pulled her to lie down beside him.

He held her tightly, his voice hoarse: "Don't go, it's too late and not safe."

Qiao Wan felt conflicted.

Did Pei Hansheng mistake her for another woman again tonight?

In the darkness, Qiao Wan kept her eyes open, waiting for Pei Hansheng to fall asleep before leaving.

His voice suddenly broke the silence.

Let's have a child.