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

Qiao Wan was too tired to say a single word to Pei Hansheng.

Restrained by his arms and legs, she simply stopped resisting and closed her eyes heavily again.

When they used to hug each other like this, Pei Hansheng's temperature was scalding hot, enough to melt her; now, only an icy silence remained.

After sleeping through the night, when Qiao Wan woke up, Pei Hansheng was leaning against the headboard, playing with her phone in his hand.

"What virus are you talking about? Unlock it and let me see."

Qiao Wan snatched it away: "Don't touch my things, Pei Hansheng."

She took her phone and went into the bathroom to wash up.

"You're so fickle." Pei Hansheng stared blankly at his empty hands. He used to want to share everything with him, but now he has a bellyful of secrets he can't tell anyone. "Chunzhi wouldn't be like this."

Qiao Wan glanced sideways and said, "Since she's so wonderful, I'll grant your wish. Just let me go."

Jiang Chunzhi caused most of her suffering over the years, and it only got worse after she returned to China. It's all because Pei Hansheng was protecting her. They should be locked up together.

Pei Hansheng got out of bed in frustration. He had been holding Qiao Wan all night, and his arm was numb.

He had never humbled himself like this for anyone before; Qiao Wan had made him suffer countless injustices.

The two went downstairs one after the other. Zhang Xiu had just finished making breakfast: "Young Master Pei, Miss Jiang said you've been having a lot of social engagements lately, so she asked me to make you something that's good for your stomach and tastes delicious."

Qiao Wan glanced at the restaurant as she passed by; the table was laden with delicious food, both Chinese and Western, it was just missing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

When Pei Hansheng was away, Zhang Xiu would only cook porridge and pickled vegetables for Qiao Wan, sometimes even leftovers from the previous day, which made her malnourished.

Pei Hansheng couldn't see through such blatant double standards?

Qiao Wan didn't understand where all this anger came from so early in the morning. These people always push her to the brink of madness, so she'll just go crazy and make sure no one has an easy time.

"Zhang Xiu, why didn't you answer the question I asked you yesterday?"

"Madam, I really don't know anything about the threatening message. You don't mean for me to say it was Miss Jiang, do you? She's been so good to you, how could you say such a thing?"

"You're not wrong to rummage through my suitcase, are you? It's just a dog fed by its owner, and it dares to touch my things. If you do it again, I'll tear you apart."

Zhang Xiu stood there stunned, her shocked and hateful gaze following Qiao Wan.

Pei Hansheng had no appetite for breakfast and followed her out. Qiao Wan didn't get into his car; Du Yi came to pick her up instead.

She used to drive a small sedan, but now she drives a women's supercar. Qiao Wan sits in the passenger seat, her skin glowing white in the sunlight, like a young lady from a wealthy family going out to make a scene.

Pei Hansheng opened the car door, stepped inside, and said, "Goldman Sachs, find out who Qiao Wan has been hanging out with lately."

Goldman Sachs turned his gaze to her: "Madam is doing very well in the world of fame and fortune lately. She's even started doing business with hotels under the Pei Group. The banquet hall manager, who's a stubborn old-fashioned guy standing across from us, has changed the standards, saying that domestic red wine can also be served."

Pei Hansheng's expression was cold and indifferent: "A pretty face like her, what's she doing in high society? Cancel the cooperation."

Goldman Sachs scratched his brow: "But your wife seemed to have a lot of fun during her trip..."

Pei Hansheng looked out the window, his tone somewhat muffled: "It's for my benefit."

Goldman Sachs had no choice but to hand Qiao Wan the termination agreement to sign.

"Not surprising." Qiao Wan sneered, "Going back on his word and uttering empty promises is something Pei Hansheng would do."

"Madam, I'm not saying that what you're doing now is bad, I'm just reminding you. I always feel that President Pei has drawn a circle around you, separating you from those people outside, so you are safe and relatively free."

He had his reasons for stopping it.

Pei Hansheng's wife is often the target of malicious schemes behind his back; she is more prone to slander than admiration, and being overly wary is never a bad thing.

"He still wanted to treat me like a caged canary, teasing me when he felt like it, but mostly leaving me to fend for myself. I've had enough of this kind of life. Not a single day I've been happy with him."

As soon as Qiao Wan finished speaking, a dark shadow swept in from behind, completely covering her body.

She turned her head and saw that Pei Hansheng was behind the screen.

He listened to everything they said.

Not a single word was something he wanted to hear.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms:

"The Qiao Wan of the past only had eyes for me." He pinched her chin, filling her watery eyes with his gaze. "Why have you changed?"

Qiao Wan looked at him and smiled, a smile so cold it pierced Pei Hansheng's heart.

"Yes, how did the girl who used to be so infatuated with you change? She's gotten smarter and knows how foolish it is to love a man who doesn't love her back."

Pei Hansheng tightened his grip, his eyes turning bloodshot: "Your love is worthless, and so are you."

Qiao Wan avoided Pei Hansheng's gaze and snatched the wine reservation contract he held up: "This is the result of my hard work. Why can you just cancel the contract like that? I hate you so much."

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes and stared at her, the curve of his thin lips carrying a chilling smile: "I deserve to die. It's a pity that I didn't get to fulfill your wish and was rescued."

Qiao Wan avoided looking into his eyes; the emotions brimming there were too heartbreaking.

What does "save" mean?

Pei Hansheng hated her distraction, pinched her cheek, and forced her to look at him again. "Stop selling alcohol. I'll arrange a leisurely job for you at Pei's, you'll be my secretary. You just need to listen to me. I hate it when you smile at anything other than me."

Qiao Wan's face showed a hint of surprise, as if she thought she had misheard.

Pei Hansheng buried his face in Qiao Wan's neck, his hot breath seeping into her ear.

A tingling sensation ran down Qiao Wan's spine as she melted into a puddle of water under his onslaught. She could never resist Pei Hansheng's charms; her body had long been tamed by him.

A noisy commotion arose at the doorway.

"My second brother and that woman are just having a bad relationship. It's all just playing around with each other, there's no real love between them. Divorce is just around the corner."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and everyone saw two people entangled.

The next second, Qiao Wan slapped Pei Hansheng across the face.

Pei Hansheng pressed his tongue against his cheek, his handsome face half-reddened, and remained silent, letting her do as she pleased.

Qiao Wan walked to the door of the private room, but someone stopped her.

"Everyone in Hong Kong knows you're a flirt. You got tired of being played by the triad prince and found an honest guy to take over. What kind of talented woman myth is that? It's all rotten now."

The speaker was the fourth brother, a brainless fan of Pei Hansheng. He had recently heard some rumors about Qiao Wan in Hong Kong and disliked her even more.

Qiao Wan didn't deny it. The fact that the incident had been brought up again reminded her of many unpleasant things. Clutching the contract, she broke through the crowd and strode away.

"Fourth brother, where did you dig up this dirt on him? What's the relationship between the gangster's heir and Qiao Wan?"

"The photos have been sent to the group chat, you can see for yourselves."

Everyone was enjoying the spectacle: "Wow, a bunny girl in black stockings, Qiao Wan really knows how to have fun."

Pei Hansheng, who had been silent all along, suddenly looked up and picked up his phone to join the group chat.

Click on the photo they were talking about.

With a bang, the wine glass in my left hand shattered.

He stared intently at the photograph, the blood dripping from his fingers reflecting the eerie and dangerous glint in his eyes, revealing a chilling murderous intent.