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

As soon as Qiao Wan stepped out the door, the driver pulled up in front of her.

"Madam, Mr. Pei has asked me to take care of your transportation from now on. Please get in the car."

The expensive, gleaming car body clearly reflected the unhappiness on Qiao Wan's face.

The thought of Jiang Chunzhi sitting there wearing a veil, and perhaps Pei Hansheng even bending down to support her legs, made her feel nauseous.

"Thank you, but I've already called a car."

Pei Hansheng heard her say this as soon as he came out, and his face grew even more unpleasant.

"Old Chen, take me to the company."

He grabbed Qiao Wan's hand, opened the car door, and shoved her inside, his actions far from gentlemanly.

Qiao Wan's face was towards the car seat, her buttocks facing outwards. Before she could get up, Pei Hansheng slapped her hard across the face, making a loud "smack" sound.

Her face flushed instantly. She sat up straight and glared at him: "Pei Hansheng!"

Pei Hansheng closed the door, his face cold and seemingly filled with resentment.

"What is this?"

He was holding a deformed box, but Qiao Wan recognized it.

Pei Hansheng's eyes blazed with anger: "Answer my question, what is this?"

Qiao Wan was annoyed by his gaze: "Are you a pig? Can't you read?"

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth and threw the box at her: "Didn't I tell you to prepare for pregnancy?"

"When did you say that? You only said..."

Qiao Wan choked up: "You only said that I'm not worthy to have children for your Pei family."

Pei Hansheng sneered, his words laced with sarcasm: "That night in my office, you were so enthusiastic and proactive, I took that as a yes."

Qiao Wan's face flushed red and then paled: "Who knows who you were thinking of back then?"

Perhaps she was right, because Pei Hansheng stopped looking at her and instructed the driver, "Go to the hospital and take her to see a doctor to get her brain checked out."

Qiao Wan glanced at the time: "Could you please take me to Leyi Winery? Thank you."

The driver glanced at the two people behind him, held his breath, and started the car, slowly driving away from Tanshu.

Throughout the journey, Pei Hansheng kept receiving official phone calls.

Qiao Wan wasn't idle either; the work group exploded with messages. Jiang Yutong posted a message that had already been retracted, followed by a bunch of sycophants.

[Sister Tongtong, you're getting married! Your diamond ring is dazzling!]

[Congratulations, Tongtong! I'm so envious of you.]

Congratulations on your marriage! May you live a long and happy life together.

Jiang Yutong replied with a few shy emojis.

Oops, wrong place. It's not a wedding, I'm just wearing it for fun.

Everyone knew the unspoken truth: Boss Luo's wife was threatening suicide, and Jiang Yutong was singing and dancing here, which made her stand out.

Qiao Wan sneered. This was what it meant to be fearless because of being favored. She felt sorry for An Leyi.

She closed the group message and glanced at the man beside her out of the corner of her eye, feeling even more annoyed with him.

When they arrived at the winery, she was about to get out of the car when Pei Hansheng grabbed her hand: "I have a business dinner tonight, the driver will pick you up."

"understood."

Pei Hansheng pinched her chin, his handsome face close to hers, his deep and striking features magnified before her eyes. When his lips touched hers, she used her hand to block his face and pushed him away forcefully.

Pei Hansheng frowned, his anxiety tinged with ferocity, and opened his mouth to bite her finger, but Qiao Wan dodged it.

She grabbed her bag and got out of the car.

Pei Hansheng stared at her, his angry eyes tinged with a hint of grievance.

Since Qiao Wan couldn't understand it anyway, she closed the car door and said, "I'm leaving."

She strode into the winery, while Pei Hansheng scratched his head, his chest heaving with a tightness in his chest.

When they first got married, she was docile and obedient to him, cooperating with whatever he did.

Now she actually pushed him away, looking quite impatient.

Pei Hansheng's eyes hardened; he had finally learned his lesson and was no longer susceptible to her manipulative tactics.

He had no interest in why Qiao Wan had changed, or for whom she had changed.

He suppressed his displeasure and said coldly, "Old Chen, go to the company."

……

Qiao Wan took the documents and went to the hospital to find An Leyi.

Fortunately, he received timely medical attention and survived.

"Xiao Qiao, thank you, please have a seat."

An Leyi is in good shape. She is a career woman who is successful in the business world. She still has the resilience in her bones. Her only loss is that she married a heartless and selfish scumbag.

"Xiao Qiao, I need to ask you for a favor. I'm working on a case, but I'll probably be at the hospital for a while. Would you like to take over? I think you're capable."

Qiao Wan took the documents and looked at them.

Besides its winery, Anleyi also owns its own company, which sells its own wine brand on a considerable scale.

She glanced at it and said, "You want to establish a long-term supply relationship with the Meimo Hotel. As far as I know, this hotel only uses imported wines."

Meimo Meier is a hotel brand under the Pei Group. Pei Group has a discerning eye for selecting products, and its main suppliers are all importers, especially for the catering sector.

An Leyi nodded in agreement: "However, that was the standard of the previous generation of Pei Group. Since President Pei took over, he has focused on the fashionable young consumer group, so naturally he will prefer domestic products with high cost performance. I have already talked with the person in charge, and I feel that it is promising."

Qiao Wan sensed this was an opportunity: "Sister Leyi, don't worry about it, leave it to me, I can handle it."

"Go to Memomel tonight, it's at 6 PM, don't be late."

"Okay, I'll go prepare now. You get some rest."

As Qiao Wan left the ward, An Leyi's friends whispered among themselves, "You entrusted such an important project to her; you're really careless."

An Leyi's eyes flashed with sadness: "Rather than letting a heartless man squander the family fortune and let him use the money to support prostitutes, it's better to choose someone you're satisfied with and protect your parents' hard work. You and I may not have a good eye for men, but we've never lost when it comes to choosing someone."

Qiao Wan contacted the purchasing manager of Perfect Momel and went there directly.

The Pei family started out in the hotel business, with two-thirds of their assets being hotels, and the remaining third being Pei Hansheng's own business.

His two cousins ​​took over most of the hotel business, occupying half of the Pei family's empire. Pei Hansheng had always wanted to regain control of this part of the business and had recently been planning to do so.

Having often heard him talk about these things on the phone, Qiao Wan had a general understanding of the situation and knew how to talk to him about it.

She entered the hotel and immediately saw Pei Hansheng's car parked in the most conspicuous spot at the entrance, displaying his domineering and willful nature.

Pei Hansheng and Jiang Chunzhi came out from inside, followed by a group of hotel executives, who surrounded Pei Hansheng to discuss business.

He had never seen him smile while working. Only when Jiang Chunzhi handed him a bottle of water did his expression soften a bit.

Qiao Wan walked to the side and heard the concierges at the door talking.

"Are Mr. Pei and Ms. Jiang getting married soon? They proposed to each other at our hotel five or six years ago, but unfortunately Mr. Pei was in a car accident and the wedding didn't happen."

Qiao Wan stopped and stood at the side entrance, unable to resist turning back to look at Pei Hansheng.

Jiang Chunzhi took the water bottle he had drunk from, and took a sip from the spot where he had drunk. She stared blankly at the hotel's grand sign, her expression one of disappointment.

"Hansheng, you still owe me a wedding."

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes, his gaze, tinged with amusement, falling on Jiang Chunzhi: "So eager to get married, huh? Don't rush, you'll be soon too."

Qiao Wan clenched her fists, took a deep breath, turned around and bumped into the limousine, causing the guests' luggage to roll to the ground.

She didn't care about anything else and ran into the hotel lobby, but suddenly found it all ridiculous.

Why are you hiding? She hasn't done anything wrong.

Hearing the noise, Pei Hansheng turned his head, his face darkening, and strode into the side door. "What are you doing here?"

"Get down to business."

Qiao Wan tried to leave, but Pei Hansheng grabbed her hand, his gaze sweeping over her dejected face, a smug smile playing on his lips: "Did you hear what I just said?"

Her phone rang. The purchasing manager gave her the room number and asked her to come up to him.

"I'm in a hurry, let go."

Pei Hansheng sneered, pulled her closer, and stared into her eyes as he spoke.

"I do owe Chunzhi a wedding. If it weren't for that car accident and you suddenly appearing out of nowhere, I would have married her and we would definitely be living happily ever after."