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

Fu Yuanzhou came to Tanshu carrying his medicine box.

Qiao Wan was in the living room.

Fu Yuanzhou walked upstairs to his bedroom.

"Where did Pei Hansheng go tonight?"

"He injured someone, and then he should have gone to the old house."

Fu Yuanzhou understood immediately.

Pei Xinyang advocated corporal punishment, and Pei Hansheng was often beaten, each time sustaining serious injuries.

Qiao Wan followed behind with her head down.

Fu Yuanzhou stopped her: "Xiao Wan, I can go by myself."

He felt a headache just looking at that wound; Qiao Wan would probably have nightmares if she saw it.

"Okay, call me anytime if you need anything."

She turned around and saw Zhang Xiu standing not far away wiping the table, her ears perked up.

"Aunt Zhang, come here for a moment."

Qiao Wan sat down on the sofa, adopting the demeanor of a hostess.

Zhang Xiu stopped what she was doing and forced a guilty smile: "Mrs. Pei, just say what you have to say. I'll stand here and listen."

"What are you afraid of? Have you done something wrong?"

"What are you saying, madam? I'm just a nanny. I do my job well for my employers every day. What wrong thing could I possibly do?"

Zhang Xiu didn't dare to look Qiao Wan in the eye, and turned around to pretend to arrange the vases.

Qiao Wan rubbed her head. She had a lot of bad things to do today. She would wait until she had enough sleep before thinking about what happened tonight. It was probably related to Jiang Chunzhi.

Upstairs in the bedroom.

Pei Hansheng lay sprawled on the sofa.

Fu Yuanzhou put on his gloves and glanced sideways at his mangled back.

"Why don't you just go to the hospital? Don't try to play the victim. Xiao Wan isn't falling for that anymore."

Pei Hansheng rested his head on his arm, remaining silent, a faint layer of sadness and loneliness appearing on his handsome face.

He sneered, "She never cared."

Fu Yuanzhou squatted down; his shirt was stuck to his wound, and in some places the blood had congealed.

He picked up the scissors and cut open the fabric around the wound.

Why were you beaten this time?

Pei Hansheng said impatiently, "If you want to be beaten, then be beaten. Why are you asking so many questions?"

Fu Yuanzhou, holding the scissors, looked up and met Pei Hansheng's gaze: "I'm mainly worried that you'll bully Xiaowan; you two have been getting a divorce recently."

Pei Hansheng frowned: "Fu Yuanzhou, are you sick? Why do you like to covet other people's wives so much? If I divorce my wife, you're going to marry her?"

"You should get a divorce first."

Pei Hansheng clenched his fists. If he weren't injured, he would have beaten up Fu Yuanzhou as well.

"No disturbances to medical staff."

Fu Yuanzhou shifted his body slightly, put down the scissors, and began to work.

After the bandage was finished, Fu Yuanzhou called Qiao Wan up.

He instructed, "Here are painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. Make sure he takes them every day. Also, make sure he doesn't get them wet and avoid strenuous exercise, including sexual activity."

Pei Hansheng turned his head to the side: "There's no need to be shy about this."

Qiao Wan took the medicine: "Thank you, brother."

Fu Yuanzhou's eyes were bright, and he smiled warmly at Qiao Wan: "You've worked hard, but family discipline is commonplace for Pei Hansheng, so this little injury is nothing."

Qiao Wan nodded: "I will tell Aunt Zhang to take good care of him."

Pei Hansheng's face darkened, and he let out a sneer.

Fu Yuanzhou glanced at Pei Hansheng, then looked at Qiao Wan, his tone teasing: "I also think that you've developed a trauma from taking care of him all this time."

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes, smiled, and said, "Yes."

The days when Pei Hansheng was in a wheelchair were a dark time for both him and Qiao Wan.

Experts said he was very likely to be unable to walk for the rest of his life, and Pei Hansheng's temper became increasingly irritable, often resorting to hunger strikes and tantrums.

Qiao Wan hugged him tenderly and said, "If you can't walk, then I'll be your legs for the rest of my life and take you wherever you want to go."

They slept together that night, with Pei Hansheng holding Qiao Wan in his arms and telling her about the countries he had visited.

He said, "Wife, I want to give you a grand wedding at Mont Saint-Michel. You will look beautiful in your wedding dress. We will stay at a manor for our honeymoon, and every night thereafter, you will be a bride who blossoms only for me."

His kiss was so sweet, and his words were so tender: "Because of you, I have found the courage to live. Love me forever, my little bride."

Qiao Wan was immersed in the dream she was creating. She even went online to search for every place Pei Hansheng had mentioned, looking at the pictures and imagining what it would be like if they appeared there.

But he went to those places with another woman, leaving her with only a shattered dream.

Qiao Wan suppressed the urge to cry.

Once the beautiful memories in her mind have gradually faded, they will become strangers again.

The ringing of a telephone from a corner of the bedroom interrupted Qiao Wan's thoughts.

The words "Zhao Zhao" lit up on the screen, and Qiao Wan handed the phone to Pei Hansheng.

He answered the phone, listened to the girl's last sentence, and then stood up from the sofa.

"Children's Hospital, I'm coming right away."

Pei Hansheng changed into clean clothes and was about to leave.

Fu Yuanzhou frowned: "Who's sick again?"

Pei Hansheng quickly glanced at Qiao Wan and said vaguely, "It's an important person, I have to go there."

Qiao Wan kept her head down, not looking at him, neither arguing nor making a fuss, pretending she knew nothing.

Fu Yuanzhou carried his medicine box out and walked down the stairs with him.

Why is Zhao Zhao's child always sick?

Premature babies are often in poor health.

"You're not going to tell Qiao Wan?"

"Don't tell."

Fu Yuanzhou sighed: "I won't say."

Pei Hansheng walked out of the villa and asked the driver to bring out the nanny van from the garage, which would be needed to transfer the child to another hospital.

He glanced at the car he usually drove in the yard: "That's for Qiao Wan. Use it to pick her up and drop her off at get off work every day. Keep a close eye on her. If anything happens again, you're all fired."

"Understood, Mr. Pei." The driver opened the automatic door of the van, shielding the roof with his hand as he approached Pei Hansheng.

This car had been sitting idle for two or three years. It was bought after Pei Hansheng was injured in a car accident to make it easier for him to move his legs. Every time he went to the hospital for rehabilitation training, he and Qiao Wan would ride in this car.

On the shelf were Qiao Wan's water glass, comb, lipstick, and other women's items that he couldn't name.

The last time Pei Hansheng used the car, the driver told him to put everything away, but Pei Hansheng refused, saying that Qiao Wan wouldn't be able to find it the next time she needed it.

There was no next time.

Pei Hansheng was lost in thought when the driver called out to him loudly.

"Mr. Pei, your phone has been ringing for a long time."

Pei Hansheng answered, "Zhaozhao..."

……

As night deepened, Qiao Wan returned to the large bed.

The nights here are always long and lonely. She couldn't sleep, her mind was a jumble of thoughts, and she was so anxious that she simply sat up and took out her phone to watch videos.

The phone screen went black, and this time she closed her eyes and tossed the phone aside.

A chilling ghostly wail echoed from the room, sending shivers down her spine. She covered her ears, the sound seeming to fill the room with ghosts floating around her, making noises overhead.

She kept repeating to herself, "This is someone playing tricks. I can't be scared. I can't be scared."

The sound lasted for five minutes before stopping, and Qiao Wan immediately called Shen Yingtang.

"Xiao Tang, my place in Tanshu is haunted again. Bring me one of your old cell phones tomorrow. I'm going to drag the person who's causing this out."

With her eyes closed, Shen Yingtang answered her groggily, "Okay."

Qiao Wan left her phone in the dressing room. She received calls and kept calling until the phone was turned off.

She lay there, not knowing how late it would end, until she finally felt a little sleepy. Just then, there was a noise at the door, and someone came in.

She held her breath, afraid to move.

The seat next to her suddenly sank, and an arm wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her into a broad embrace.

A familiar yet unfamiliar scent, mixed with the smell of disinfectant, enveloped Qiao Wan, causing a stinging sensation in her nose and her eyes to swell.