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

Qiao Wan found it utterly ridiculous.

Pei Hansheng was having affairs and fathering children with other women while simultaneously maintaining an entangled relationship with her.

What is he doing, pulling her back into his trap of tenderness only to cruelly abandon her once again?

Is this interesting?

Anyway, she's had enough.

She opened her eyes and pried the hands off her waist.

Pei Hansheng hugged her even tighter, his burning palms covering her lower abdomen.

"Stop messing around, I'm going to get some sleep after all this trouble."

Qiao Wan was extremely annoyed and turned around to push the person away.

Was it her who caused him trouble? She didn't have a good night either.

"Go find Jiang Chunzhi to sleep with you."

Pei Hansheng stared into her eyes: "Why are you bringing her up out of the blue? She didn't do anything to you."

"Haven't you mentioned it enough?"

Pei Hansheng scoffed, "With your jealousy, can't you even live a normal life?"

"Then get a divorce, hurry up and get a divorce."

Pei Hansheng stood up from the bed, his teeth itching with anger.

"I can't be bothered to argue with you. Now that you're back, I don't care if you want to go back to work, but stop thinking about how to mess with me."

Pei Hansheng turned around and went into the dressing room to change his clothes.

Qiao Wan grabbed a pillow and slammed it hard against his back.

Everyone says she's crazy, so she'll really go crazy for them.

"Pei Hansheng, if you don't divorce me, I'll make a huge scene and make sure you never have a moment of peace."

Pei Hansheng felt a dull ache in his back. He turned his neck, looked back at Qiao Wan, and curled his lips in a mocking smile.

"Go ahead and make a scene, the more you make a scene, the more you care, Qiao Wan, you love me to death."

Qiao Wan had never thought Pei Hansheng was so shameless.

She did love him, but now that love seems like she's lost her mind.

"I love you? I'd rather love a stray dog ​​on the street. At least it wags its tail at me if I give it a bone. What can you do besides hurt me?"

Pei Hansheng walked to the bedside in a few steps, bent his knees and knelt down, his handsome face with a sinister expression approaching Qiao Wan.

"You're really heartless. You sweet-talk people and then forget them as soon as you turn your back. You said you love me and that you'd give me a son. I have proof. Open your eyes and see."

He picked up his phone, tapped the screen, and pulled up a screenshot.

He grabbed Qiao Wan by the neck and forced her to look.

That was a post she made on WeChat Moments three years ago. Her baby had just been born, his eyes were still closed, and he had just finished his first feeding, sleeping in the crib next to her.

She took a picture.

The caption reads: "[The greatest happiness in life is having a son with the one you love.]"

It was a post on her WeChat Moments that was only visible to Pei Hansheng, but she deleted it immediately.

Qiao Wan was fed up; she was experiencing pregnancy-related brain damage and her mind wasn't clear.

Pei Hansheng scoffed: "How many times have you asked me for a child over the years? You practically have my desire to be a mother written all over your face."

She reached out and slapped Pei Hansheng: "Stop talking, stop talking!"

Pei Hansheng puffed out his cheeks, cupped Qiao Wan's face, and grinned wickedly: "Did you enjoy hitting me?"

Qiao Wan turned her face away: "You're disgusting!"

Pei Hansheng's eyes were filled with turbulent emotions. He grabbed the back of her head and bit her lips like a madman, as if he wanted to return the slap. The force of his sucking was so strong that he could swallow her whole.

the phone is ringing.

Pei Hansheng released her breathlessly, wiped his mouth (where a piece of flesh had been bitten off), and watched Qiao Wan answer the phone.

"Sinai wants the agency rights with only a 4% commission, and they're comparing our Pei Group to other hotels. If they're so unreasonable, they should send a different representative to negotiate. And you, Director Zhao, you've wasted half a month on this little bit of money and still can't finalize anything. Am I supposed to support you for nothing?"

Pei Hansheng entered the dressing room. His subordinates kept calling. He leaned against the wardrobe and said, "Alright, I'm going to the company for a meeting."

After changing his clothes, he came out and looked at Qiao Wan sitting on the bed, his dark eyes churning with emotion.

He left without a word, his face cold.

Qiao Wan was still thinking about that photo. What was Pei Hansheng trying to do with the post on his WeChat Moments from three years ago? What if he started to suspect Xiao Bao?

She was biting her nails, anxious about the matter, when she heard voices coming from downstairs.

"Madam, you've arrived."

Rong Wenying carried a Hermès bag and wore a black and gold silk Chinese-style coat, exuding the luxurious air of a noblewoman.

"How is Han Sheng's injury?"

"Mr. Fu came last night and bandaged up Young Master Pei's wound."

"You said on the phone that Qiao Wan has moved back?"

"The young mistress is upstairs." Zhang Xiu lowered her voice and complained to Rong Wenying, "The young master didn't sleep at home last night. He came back just before dawn. The two of them had a big fight just now, and the young master got angry and left again."

"It must have been Han Sheng who brought up divorce, but she stubbornly refused to leave. I've never seen such a shameless slut."

Rong Wenying stormed upstairs.

Qiao Wan stood by the table, holding the divorce agreement in her hand.

"Ms. Rong, your son doesn't want a divorce. Please try to persuade him to sign the divorce agreement."

Rong Wenying snatched it away, her voice dripping with sarcasm: "Are you talking nonsense?! Your whole family are vampires, anyone would run away at the sight of them. You say you won't leave my son? How laughable!"

Rong Wenying unfolded the divorce agreement, turned to the last page, and found only Qiao Wan's signature.

She was stunned for a moment, then angrily questioned Qiao Wan:

"Did you ask my son for an exorbitant amount of compensation, or did you threaten him with suicide again? That vixen has a lot of underhanded tricks up her sleeve, and she's clinging to my son like this, I can't shake her off."

"It was you who told me to marry Pei Hansheng in the first place."

"That was something you begged for on your knees! I want to beat you to death just thinking about it!"

Rong Wenying suddenly raised her hand, but Qiao Wan, anticipating this, grabbed her wrist to block it.

"You hit me before, and I didn't say anything, so you think I'm easy to bully? Hit me again, and I'll fight you to the death."

She pushed hard, and Rong Wenying stumbled backward, tripped, and almost fell.

"Qiao Wan! How dare you hit me! Have you no patience for life?!"

She lunged at Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan grabbed her hair, pulled the hairpin out of her hair, and pointed it at her throat: "Again, I'll pierce your neck."

"Murder! Murder!"

Rong Wenying screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice piercing the eardrums.

Zhang Xiu craned her neck to look up, and something felt increasingly wrong, so she quickly called Pei Hansheng.

"Mr. Pei, something terrible has happened! Your wife has hit your mother."

On his way to the company, Pei Hansheng rubbed his temples and instructed the driver, "Turn around and go back to Tanshu."

When he got home, he saw Rong Wenying sitting on the sofa, her hair disheveled, her eyes red from crying.

She has always been proud and has never bowed her head to anyone except her husband.

"Han Sheng, Qiao Wan has gone mad! She actually dared to hit me!"

Pei Hansheng walked upstairs with a gloomy face: "That's too much. I'll teach her a lesson."

Qiao Wan was looking for a charger; her phone had been turned off at some point, and she couldn't make any calls.

Pei Hansheng came up, clutching her phone: "You don't need to tell me, I'm leaving now."

"You hit someone and just walked away like that? That's my mother, your mother-in-law, and you have no respect for her at all."

Qiao Wan's expression was cold and indifferent: "I didn't hit her."

It's pointless to say anything; he's never believed her anyway.

"Once you sign the divorce papers, she won't contact me anymore."

Pei Hansheng pinched her chin and sneered, "Does signing the divorce papers mean Qiao Jiadong won't cause trouble?"

Qiao Wan clenched her hands: "I apologize to Ms. Rong."

As she spoke, her body sank lower, and Pei Hansheng's eyes flashed with a stormy light as he gripped her waist:

"Who told you that you have to kneel down to apologize? Who told you to kneel!"

Qiao Wan's eyes were nonchalant: "I've knelt before, and it worked."

Pei Hansheng felt a sharp pang in his heart and slammed the door shut.

He roared, "Qiao Wan, I'll teach you what an apology is!"

Qiao Wan's long eyelashes trembled slightly. Pei Hansheng grabbed her waist, pulled her into his arms, buried his face in her neck, and bit her hard.

"Um……"

Qiao Wan let out a cry of pain.

A deep male voice came from beside her ear as he pushed her onto the bed: "Louder, I like it."

The faint sound of Qiao Wan crying could be heard from upstairs.

Rong Wenying raised her eyebrows triumphantly, took a sip of tea, and sneered, "Han Sheng should have been beaten to death."