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

Pei Hansheng unhooked Qiao Wan's bra. As his tall body pressed down on her, Qiao Wan hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him.

It no longer matters who he was thinking of when he was with her.

Since she has made up her mind to divorce, she will not have a second child with Pei Hansheng.

She suddenly realized that doing this kind of thing was actually more comfortable when she didn't have any psychological burden.

Pei Hansheng also sensed the difference in Qiao Wan. She was no longer as resistant as before, and would even cater to him, occasionally taking the initiative and controlling the pace.

This filled him with immense joy, and he indulged himself all night. When he woke up again, Qiao Wan was nowhere to be found.

If the bed hadn't been such a mess, he would have thought last night was just a dream.

He found his phone and called Qiao Wan.

"Leaving without taking the money is really not like you."

Qiao Wan was at the winery. She had been living a wild and chaotic night, and the thought of it made her blush.

How could she be so bold, pestering Pei Hansheng again and again for more?

Pei Hansheng's reaction was more like the regret of being drunk and mistaking someone for someone else, using money to justify his behavior.

"Let's not bring this up again. Let's forget about last night. I won't tell a third person."

Qiao Wan's voice was cold, a stark contrast to her proactive enthusiasm last night.

Pei Hansheng remained silent for a few seconds, then a disdainful sneer came through the receiver.

"What's the current market rate? Name your price, and I'll transfer it to you. I was very satisfied with your service last night; I don't do freebies."

"No need, I've enjoyed your efforts to please me."

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth in extreme displeasure: "Qiao Wan, what do you take me for?"

"Whatever you take me for, that's what I'll take you for."

Qiao Wan had no interest in continuing the conversation with him. Today, Boss Luo's wife was coming to the winery, but Jiang Yutong was hiding and didn't dare to come; she was too busy.

When Du Yi tried to talk to her about something, she hung up the phone.

Pei Hansheng smashed his phone and rubbed his temples angrily.

He shouldn't have called Qiao Wan; he made himself miserable so early in the morning.

There was a noise outside the door, and he yelled, "Who's out there? Get out!"

Rong Wenying pushed open the door to the lounge, and what came into view was a messy room.

She received a tip from an informant that Qiao Wan had come to the company yesterday, and Pei Hansheng had taken her out for a social event and even let her stay overnight.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Rong Wenying was furious; even her well-maintained face was creased with anger.

"Disgusting! You've fallen so low! Pei Hansheng, you're becoming more and more outrageous!"

"Is there a problem with me sleeping with my wife?"

"You can only have one wife, and that's Jiang Chunzhi. Qiao Wan is just a tool; she's worthless now and won't bring you any benefits. You should divorce her without hesitation!"

Pei Hansheng put his hands in his pockets, his expression extremely cold: "I don't need you to remind me, I have my own plans."

"What are you still hesitating for? Chunzhi's brother may never wake up. Whoever marries her will have everything in the Jiang family. If you hesitate any longer, she will be taken away by someone else."

"Do I need anything from the Jiang family? Ridiculous!"

"Then find someone decent. What can Qiao Wan offer you? Besides asking for money and acting crazy and embarrassing, what good can she do for you?"

Pei Hansheng frowned: "It's not that bad."

Rong Wenying was stunned, her face darkening: "Have you fallen in love with Qiao Wan?"

Pei Hansheng's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Does she deserve it? The woman of a murderer, a family of beggars. The only thing that made my life more interesting was that she asked for a divorce."

Rong Wenying breathed a sigh of relief: "You're not so stupid as to be beyond redemption. You can play around whenever you want, just get a divorce first, and don't make me rush you."

Pei Hansheng closed his eyes, lowered his head, and his face darkened.

He stood there for a long time, utterly dejected, struggling in pain that eventually overwhelmed him, before finally regaining his senses after a long while.

……

Leyi Winery.

Boss Luo called Qiao Wan to his office.

"My wife is coming today. You may not know this, but this winery belongs to my parents-in-law. I'm just the housekeeper. My wife is the boss."

Qiao Wan's mind stirred slightly; Boss Luo's unspoken meaning was quite clear.

He was a son-in-law who had married into the family, but the real power still lay with his wife. Everyone in the winery knew about his affair with Jiang Yutong, but it couldn't be told to his wife.

"Boss Luo, I understand. I am grateful to you for giving me this job opportunity, and I am equally grateful to your wife. I will definitely take good care of her."

"Qiao Wan, you are very smart and clear-headed, which is what I admire most about you. You know when to advance and when to retreat, you are tactful, and you keep your mouth shut. I trust you."

Qiao Wan smiled and said, "Boss Luo, didn't you say I could name any terms for compensation?"

Luo Cheng pinched his chin and pretended to be confused: "Did I? When did this happen? Hahaha, you must have misremembered, Xiao Qiao."

Qiao Wan rolled her eyes at him in her heart.

He is fickle and, like Pei Hansheng, untrustworthy.

"You've definitely mentioned it, but let's hear my terms too. I want to be a partner in the winery, contributing my expertise as equity. It's like I'm opening up my own channel. As a sommelier, I earn commissions on retail sales, but now I'm focusing on volume and earning profit sharing. I guarantee that within six months, I can open up the overseas market and sell our own winery's red wine brand. What do you think?"

Boss Luo didn't take her words seriously at all.

"That's a good idea, but judging from Pei Hansheng's attitude, he's just letting you out to have some fun. Once you're done, you'll go home and continue being a rich wife. You don't need to work so hard."

Qiao Wan was speechless: "Can you stop always linking me to him? Not everyone is as lucky as you, finding a backer to live off for life. There are also people who are too proud to eat the food."

Luo Cheng was stunned for a moment, then said, "Qiao Wan, are you insulting me?"

Outside the door, the receptionist was frantically shouting:

"Madam, Mr. Luo is working. Please wait a moment before going in..."

An Leyi grabbed the receptionist by the hair, pushed open the door, and dragged her inside.

"You're trying to cover for me, aren't you? You're putting on a show for me. That vixen is standing right here, and you're still not letting me in? Can't you let me in after they've finished with their slut?"

"Madam, I was wrong, it hurts so much, my scalp is going to fall off, please let go..."

Luo Cheng's wife, An Leyi, has always been assertive, with short hair and a small suit, embodying the decisive and efficient style of a strong woman. The receptionist suffers terribly under her care.

Qiao Wan pulled the two apart, and the receptionist, who had lost a lot of hair, ran out crying.

"Ms. Leyi, you've got the wrong person. I'm not..."

Boss Luo jumped up nervously, "Cough cough cough cough... Qiao Wan, you're done here, get out."

Le Yi's eyes widened, and she slammed her fist down on Luo Cheng's head.

"Don't think I don't know what kind of shady business you've been up to at the winery. You're keeping a prostitute, a heartless bastard! You said you liked a lively home, and in twenty years I've given you five children and had three miscarriages, yet you're never home and I have to take care of the kids and clean up your messes. You swore in front of my parents' memorial tablets that you would love me forever, and that's why I married you!"

An Leyi choked up at the end, turned her back, her shoulders trembled, and she lost control of her emotions.

Qiao Wan was somewhat moved.

Even someone as capable and wealthy as An Leyi cannot escape the bitterness of love; marriage is truly torturous for women.

She handed him a tissue: "I know who you're looking for. Shall we talk outside?"