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

When An Leyi extended her hand, Qiao Wan noticed that she was trembling uncontrollably and her breathing became rapid.

She knew at a glance that this was a typical somatization symptom.

She asked softly, "Did you bring your medicine?"

"In the car."

Qiao Wan helped An Leyi to the rest room and asked Du Yi to get the medicine.

Boss Luo followed, but Qiao Wan blocked him at the door.

"Xiao Qiao, you absolutely must not let your sister-in-law know about Tongtong's existence. Tongtong is a pitiful widow and orphan. It doesn't matter if your sister-in-law loses me, but if Tongtong loses me, her world will collapse, and she will have no choice but to jump off a building with her child."

Qiao Wan really didn't know what to say to him: "Luo Cheng, have some decency."

Turning around, An Leyi went into the lounge and used a shard of a wine glass to mutilate herself, causing blood to flow freely.

Qiao Wan's eyes darkened: "Du Yi, call 120 quickly!"

Luo Cheng burst in, seemingly used to it: "Look at her, she's a madwoman. No wonder I don't want to go home. Who can live with a madwoman! Tongtong wouldn't be like that; she's always so understanding."

Qiao Wan pushed Luo Cheng away forcefully and rummaged through the first-aid kit to stop An Leyi's bleeding.

Throughout the conversation, she kept calling An Leyi's name in her ear, and when she talked about the child, tears welled up in An Leyi's eyes.

"Xiao Qiao, I'm so tired, so tired that I don't have the strength to go on living..."

The ambulance arrived promptly and took An Leyi to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Qiao Wan was somewhat dazed.

It turns out that it's so foolish to hurt yourself for a broken relationship.

I'm so glad I got through it, and I'm sure An Leyi can too.

She sighed, "Du Yi, go inside and get to work."

After get off work in the afternoon, Shen Yingtang came to the winery to pick up Qiao Wan.

The two of them have been busy with work lately, and they finally have some free time to relax and have some fun.

Shen Yingtang drove the car: "Our son wanted to see a movie, so my brother and sister-in-law took him. Tonight is a precious time just for the two of us."

Qiao Wan was a little tired and leaned back in her seat: "Where are we going?"

"Would you like to go to a newly opened music restaurant in Beijing?"

Qiao Wan had seen it online; it was said that a mysterious tycoon in Beijing spent hundreds of millions to build the Crystal Palace to win a smile from his beloved, and it was exclusively for a select group of people, so even money couldn't get you in.

She doesn't like to follow trends; it's always Xiaotang who leads her around.

"Can we get in?"

"The manager of Jucai gave me a membership card. I'll take you there."

"Okay." Qiao Wan looked languid and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

When they arrived at their destination, Qiao Wan was wide awake. The retro palace architecture in front of her was quite impressive, and stepping through the gate felt like entering the upper class of the Middle Ages.

Everywhere there were crystal chandeliers and large waterfall lights, which Qiao Wan found somewhat uncomfortable and too dazzling.

I found a spot away from the stage, which was a bit dark, but it had a great atmosphere.

After ordering, Shen Yingtang was in a good mood and took out her phone to take a bunch of pictures.

Qiao Wan went to the restroom and ran into Rong Wenying in the corridor when she returned.

She was adorned with enormous gemstone ornaments, which deliberately softened her sharp features, but still couldn't hide her fierce arrogance.

Beside her, Jiang Chunzhi was equally elegant and refined, wearing a floor-length gown studded with diamonds and a silver crown.

The two people looked like a mother and daughter.

"This is the restaurant my son built for Chunzhi, Qiao Wan, get out of here right now!"

Qiao Wan gave a mocking smile.

It turns out that the mysterious tycoon was her husband, Pei Hansheng.

After four years of marriage, Qiao Wan hasn't even been able to touch a diamond ring, while some people can own an entire building carved with diamonds.

"This is a restaurant, I'm a customer here to spend money, why are you kicking me out?"

"You didn't get in here by using my son's card. My son said you're just a toy to him, you know? You're not even a person, what right do you have to dine here?"

Qiao Wan's face turned deathly pale, and she clenched her fists tightly.

Jiang Chunzhi's smile concealed a cold dagger: "Auntie, look, you've made Mrs. Pei uncomfortable by talking about her like that. I'm really afraid she'll do something outrageous next and smash up my Crystal Palace."

"She can't accept it? I'm afraid she's still living in a fantasy and doesn't want to believe that Pei Hansheng would say that about her."

Rong Wenying took out a voice recorder from her bag and played it for Qiao Wan.

"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 filed for divorce from me."

Qiao Wan swayed precariously and took a step back to regain her balance.

Her heart felt like it was being slowly tortured with a dagger.

Yet he still stubbornly maintained his composure, outwardly remaining unmoved.

"She's really shameless." Rong Wenying sneered and threw the recording pen at Qiao Wan.

"Chunzhi, when Hansheng brings his friends over later, play one of your best pieces to make him proud."

"Auntie, I'm all ready. I'll play 'Wedding in a Dream,' which is Hansheng's favorite piece to hear me play."

The two left, chatting and laughing.

Qiao Wanru's taut string snapped, and she only found a little strength by leaning against the wall. She took a deep breath and it took her a long time to recover from the pain in her body.

He picked up the recorder, pressed play, listened to it again, and curled his lips in a mocking smile.

Haha, Pei Hansheng is really frank. If he says he'll torture her, he means he'll torture her, and he won't let any real feelings get in the way.

Shen Yingtang came out to find Qiao Wan and saw her standing there forlornly, her face also looking unwell.

"I see Jiang Chunzhi and Rong Wenying, Wanwan, shall we go?"

"It's alright, Xiaotang, let's go inside."

It was clear that Xiaotang was really looking forward to tonight's meal, and Qiaowan didn't want to spoil her sister's good mood.

At the end of the corridor, Jiang Chunzhi's figure flashed by and disappeared into a hidden corner.

She took out her phone and contacted Qiao Jiadong.

"Tonight is a good opportunity. Qiao Wan and Shen Yingtang are having dinner at Crystal Palace. I'll take care of them both at once."

"Miss Jiang, you want to order me around without paying a single penny? Do you think I'm your father? Go find someone else if you want."

Jiang Chunzhi cursed a vicious swear word, rolled her eyes, and gave a sinister smile.

She sent Qiao Jiadong a photo.

"His name is Lei Dingcheng. He's a notorious womanizer in the capital, riddled with ailments. If you give Qiao Wan to him, Young Master Lei will certainly give you a lot of money."

Qiao Jiadong thought for a moment.

The only way to get Qiao Wan to leave the capital and go with him is to ruin her reputation so that no one dares to touch her and she will eventually have to beg him for her.

The Qiao family adopted Qiao Wan for this very purpose: to get a child bride for free and have her serve their son like a slave.

"Okay, I understand. I'll get it done tonight."

Jiang Chunzhi laughed triumphantly: "Qiao Wan, tonight I'll make you disgrace the Pei family. I guarantee Pei Hansheng will never want to see you again for the rest of his life."

Before long, Pei Hansheng arrived with a group of friends.

Lei Dingchen was invited by the Pei family to fly back to China from the UK to serve as the financial director of the Pei Group.

He was also a key pawn in Pei Hansheng's scheme to kick his two cousins ​​out of the company, and tonight's banquet was for that purpose.

The men in suits took their seats, and piano music began to play on the stage.

Shen Yingtang bumped into Qiao Wan in the corner.

"Don't you think Jiang Chunzhi's fingering technique is a bit strange?"

Qiao Wan was somewhat absent-minded; Pei Hansheng's presence made it impossible for her to concentrate.

Thinking of those words, she felt as if she had returned to the past, to be played with and abandoned. The love he gave was too shallow, and the pain was still so profound...