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

Qiao Wan poked her son's soft, chubby little belly.

"Little baby, do you miss Mommy?"

Xiao Bao giggled and nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I really want to."

She teased her son, "What were you thinking?"

"My belly wants it, and my mouth wants it too."

Xiao Bao cupped Qiao Wan's face and kissed her several times.

Qiao Wan's face was covered in drool and overflowing with happiness.

"Mommy, is this poop?"

Xiao Bao conjured a paper airplane from who-knows-where, unfolded it, and waved it in front of Qiao Wan.

This is a torn cover of a financial magazine. The man's captivatingly handsome face and aggressive features effortlessly steal the spotlight.

Qiao Wan's smile froze on her lips, her disappointed gaze shifting between the photo and her son.

With their strikingly similar features, the father and son look more and more alike as they grow up.

She was heartbroken; she didn't know how to answer her son's question.

Little Bao's bright eyes sparkled with anticipation: "Mommy, are you also smitten by this handsome uncle? I feel like he's Little Bao's daddy!"

Shen Yingtang grabbed Xiao Bao by the dinosaur's horn and shoved the little guy into the bathroom: "Your mouth stinks! You look like poop! Brush your teeth!"

"Little Bao doesn't smell bad! Mommy says Little Bao is a fragrant baby!"

"Yes, being clean and hygienic makes you a fragrant baby."

Little Bao stood on the stool, wiggling his bottom as he sang, "I love taking a bath, my skin feels so good, oh oh oh~"

A lively and carefree child, without a care in the world.

Qiao Wan's feelings were mixed as she sat in the living room.

Xiao Bao is growing up and has started asking her for her dad.

If he knew that his father was a young, wealthy man who lived in a villa and drove luxury cars, would he abandon his penniless mother?

Qiao Wan shook her head; her most pressing need was to find a job.

She opened the job search app and started submitting her resume.

The current job market leaves her feeling lost.

She was admitted to a top university in Beijing with the highest score, majoring in English. With her outstanding language talent and logical eloquence, she stood out in the world debate competition and brought back one honor after another for the school.

The school was grooming her to be a diplomat.

She was a junior in college when the car accident happened. The Pei family wouldn't give her time to graduate and told her to go to the Pei family immediately to take care of the seriously injured Pei Hansheng.

She still remembers when she went to complete the withdrawal procedures, the principal and school leaders tried their best to persuade her to stay. They were full of regret and incomprehension, wondering what important thing could make Qiao Wan give up her bright future.

After marriage, her world revolved around Pei Hansheng. After having a baby, her life consisted only of diapers, formula, cooking fumes, and sweat.

Four years seemed to stand still. Everyone else was moving forward, but she was stuck in the same place, unable to find a way out.

All the job applications I submitted were rejected because of my educational background or lack of work experience.

A sommelier position came into view.

Monthly salary of 50,000.

Requirements: fluency in Mandarin, Cantonese, and English; height 168cm+; good figure; attractive appearance; female only.

I submitted my resume, and the boss replied: Send me a photo.

Qiao Wan hadn't taken a photo in a long time, so she simply opened the front camera and took a selfie.

Boss: Sure, come over for an interview.

Qiao Wan suspected she had been scammed, as there were countless cases of high-paying job scams reported in the news.

She had barely felt scared when she was already standing in the boss's office.

The boss, surnamed Luo, was in his early forties. He looked Qiao Wan up and down, and his eyes lit up.

How old are you?

"26 years old."

"Do you drink alcohol?"

"If you pay me, I'll do it."

Qiao Wan had never encountered an occasion in her life that required drinking, and she didn't know about it.

Boss Luo, with his bag tucked under his arm, said, "Let's go."

Qiao Wan followed behind, saying, "Boss, I won't do anything illegal."

Boss Luo chuckled and opened the Audi door: "Your last one ended up in the hospital, and I've got a big deal coming up. I need someone to fill in temporarily. It's not illegal to just show off with a wine bottle, is it?"

Qiao Wan hesitated.

But she had heard and seen in the Pei family that many business deals were made over drinks, with too many intricacies involved, which she knew nothing about. What if she messed it up and had to pay compensation?

Boss Luo pushed her into the car: "Hey, there won't be any problem."

Qiao Wan was taken to a winery owned by Boss Luo. The people coming and going at the entrance were all kinds of people. She hadn't socialized in a long time and was a little socially anxious.

Boss Luo stood by the car door, facing Qiao Wan who was sitting still. He felt like the driver no matter how he looked at it.

"You're not some wealthy lady from Beijing, are you?"

Boss Luo has seen countless people, and Qiao Wan immediately stood out with her extraordinary temperament. She was clearly a canary kept in a beautiful cage for a long time, noble and beautiful, untouched by the world.

If they haven't been enriched by money and power, then they are simply blessed by God.

Qiao Wan glanced at him: "Transfer the advance payment first, 25,000."

Boss Luo was generous, typing in numbers on his phone: "Qiao Wan, only your face is good enough."

Qiao Wan clicked "receive payment" and put her money in her pocket.

There were other sommeliers at the winery. Qiao Wan went through the process twice with them. Boss Luo asked her to change into a black halter-neck tight-fitting long dress, and the receptionist did her makeup.

I feel so unfamiliar with myself in the mirror.

Qiao Wan was used to going out without makeup at home and didn't like to study fashion and makeup. Later, when she was sick and in poor condition, she had even less interest in dressing up. She was out of place with the other wives and found it difficult to integrate into the Pei family circle.

She had wanted to see the outside world, but the label of murderer pinned her to the gutter, where she received only scorn and indifference. It was better for her to stay in the cage.

Boss Luo asked Qiao Wan to go to the VIP room.

As soon as the door opened, a table full of business people chatted about everything under the sun, but when they saw her, they fell silent, as if she were a fairy descending to earth.

"Qiao Wan?!"

The voice came from the female companion brought by one of the men.

Xu Qiangwei was Qiao Wan's college classmate. After the car accident, Qiao Wan disappeared without a trace, and everyone assumed that she had married into a wealthy family and achieved a social leap.

I never expected this...

Qiao Wan was inevitably distracted. In the elite circles, Pei Hansheng's marriage to the murderer who had hit his fiancée's brother and left him in a vegetative state was a bombshell. The Jiang family had even tried to stop the marriage, causing a public uproar, and she had become somewhat famous because of it.

Working in this kind of environment, you're bound to run into one or two insiders.

But she can't hide like this forever.

She picked up a bottle of wine and began to introduce it, poised and confident, without the slightest bit of stage fright.

"This is the first wine you ordered, a 1900 vintage Massandra Muscat Blanc..."

She then switched between Cantonese and English, speaking fluently and proficiently.

Xu Qiangwei watched her every move; her every gesture was composed and elegant, making it impossible to look away.

During her university years, Qiao Wan was a goddess, causing quite a stir when freshmen reported for duty. Now, she is still beautiful, but unfortunately, she has lost the vibrancy and energy of the past.

That shouldn't be the case, didn't she marry into a wealthy family...?

Xu Qiangwei's husband stared at her for a while, then whispered to her, "Why does she look so much like President Pei's wife?"

"Which President Pei?"

"Pei Hansheng, the Crown Prince of the Capital."

Xu Qiangwei covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise, "My God, she married such a good man?"

Her husband wasn't quite sure either.

He had only seen Pei Hansheng and his wife together once, two years ago at the hospital.

But it left a deep impression on me.

That time, Pei Hansheng carried his wife into the hospital.

His wife bled a lot, and the blood dripped all the way down the hospital lobby.

Xu Qiangwei's husband had never seen this calm and aloof person in power so panicked that she was kneeling at the door of the emergency room begging for help.

Only after inquiring did I learn that Mrs. Pei had committed suicide by cutting her wrists.

Pei Hansheng managed to bring in rare blood types from blood banks in several surrounding cities to save his wife's life.

Outsiders say that President Pei and his wife have a bad relationship, but Xu Qiangwei's husband doesn't believe it.

As for the woman in front of him who resembled Mrs. Pei, the more he thought about it, the less likely it was.

Xu Qiangwei picked up her husband's phone and took a bunch of pictures of Qiao Wan.

"I've never seen a real wealthy family's daughter-in-law dare to be so shameless. Just send it to President Pei on WeChat, and I'll help you find a topic to maintain your connections with the big boss."

[Mr. Pei, how could you bear to let such a beautiful wife out to experience life?]

Pei Hansheng was in a meeting. He opened the photos and zoomed in on them one by one.

The Pei Group executives watched him nervously, but his expression only flickered briefly before returning to normal.

"The meeting continues."

It seems nothing happened.

The atmosphere throughout the meeting was oppressive, and Pei Hansheng didn't say a word. No one could tell that he was in a bad mood.

After the meeting, Pei Hansheng strode out of the conference room.

Goldman Sachs' assistant jogged to catch up.

"Mr. Pei, there will be a business dinner later, on the topic of AI healthcare, which you may be interested in."

"Canceling it." Pei Hansheng said with little interest: "Goldman Sachs, call Mrs. Pei and ask her if she had a good time outside, and how many more embarrassing things she has to do for the Pei family."