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

In the photo, Qiao Wan is wearing a bunny girl outfit, and her slender, straight legs are captivating under the stage lights.

Her eyes were covered with black lace, and the fear in her eyes showed that she was terrified.

Sitting below the stage was Yi Yanzhi, the heir to a Hong Kong gangster family. His wicked and unruly young face stood out in the crowd.

He raised his chin, staring at Qiao Wan with eyes that seemed to hold the wonder of discovering a rare treasure, a mixture of surprise and fascination.

The picture is quite old, and the resolution isn't very clear.

Even Pei Hansheng had never seen Qiao Wan's face before. Thinking about it carefully, he knew very little about Qiao Wan's past; it was a forbidden forest he had never set foot in.

Soon, the photo disappeared from the entire internet, the discussion died down, and even the name Qiao Wan became a taboo word online.

Pei Hansheng messaged Goldman Sachs: "[I need all of Qiao Wan's information in Hong Kong, especially her romantic history.]"

"Second brother, your hand!"

The shards of the wine glass embedded themselves in Pei Hansheng's hand. His eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty beast, gleaming with the excitement of competition and hunting.

Qiao Wan, you're not so boring after all.

Everyone present was indignant.

"That woman has completely disgraced my second brother. Now the whole capital knows she's a socialite from Hong Kong. If I were my second brother, I would have told her to get lost long ago."

Pei Hansheng let the blood flow from his hands, glancing sideways at the person who had spoken, his expression deep and terrifying.

"You're insulting me, Fourth Brother. For the sake of our years of friendship, slap yourself."

Then came the sound of the fourth brother slapping himself in the face.

No one dared to say another word, and they all lowered their heads and pretended to be very busy.

Pei Hansheng left, his suit jacket draped over his shoulders, walking alone down the clubhouse corridor.

As we passed a private room, we heard a woman's voice coming from inside.

"Let me go, you beast!"

"Don't resist, baby, you're too weak. Everyone knows you're a public bus, a famous socialite in Hong Kong. I have plenty of money, so serve me well and let me taste what it's like to be the woman of a gangster's heir."

Qiao Wan was pinned to the sofa by a man, feeling utterly desperate.

She was dragged in by several people who blocked the doorway. She couldn't run away, and she couldn't fight them off, which exhausted her strength.

The man in the lead tore open her coat, revealing her fair and slender neck through her low-cut sweater, her collarbone faintly visible like a seductive hook.

The man swallowed hard, finding it hard to imagine what a sensual and exciting experience it would be to strip her naked.

"No wonder Pei Hansheng doesn't want you. You're so alluring. You must have been played with by many men since you were very young. It's okay. Even if he doesn't want you, your brother will take good care of you."

Qiao Wan's tears welled up in her eyes, and she no longer had the strength to resist.

The man's lips landed on her collarbone with a kiss, then he let out a muffled groan, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed onto Qiao Wan. Blood dripped from his forehead, staining Qiao Wan's clothes.

Pei Hansheng stood behind him, pulled the man up, and slammed his head against the coffee table.

The man's face was covered in blood, and his eyes were swollen beyond recognition. He pleaded with Pei Hansheng, "I am Lin Shaofeng, a relative of the Jiang family. I know that you and Sister Chunzhi are very much in love. Could you please stop hitting me for her sake?"

Pei Hansheng glanced at Qiao Wan, who looked like she had lost her soul, neither crying nor making a fuss, huddled in the corner, her sweater collar torn and stained with this scum's blood.

Seeing his still-shaken appearance made his anger surge.

He picked up a beer bottle from the table and smashed it against Lin Shaofeng's head. The bottle shattered, and sharp shards of glass pierced his skull, leaving Lin Shaofeng lying in a pool of blood.

People from the other private rooms came upon hearing the news. They all said that Pei Hansheng was a very fierce fighter in his younger days, and no one in the capital dared to challenge his title of "Little Tyrant." Later, he was disciplined by his father and became more restrained.

Now, what I'm seeing with my own eyes is that it was all for Qiao Wan.

After reprimanding those people, Pei Hansheng extended his hand to Qiao Wan: "Don't be afraid, come home with me."

Qiao Wan frowned as her gaze fell on the wound on his hand.

He hid his hands behind his back and wiped the blood on his pants: "Don't worry, I accidentally cut my hand and bled a little."

Qiao Wan used to be very afraid of him getting hurt. Even when Pei Hansheng peeled fruit and made a cut for her, she would get extremely nervous. As she treated his wound, her eyes would turn red, and tears would fall like little pearls.

His heart was broken, and he vowed never to fight again.

He could never find Qiao Wan again, who cared so much for him.

Pei Hansheng picked her up and carried her out of the private room.

The remaining people trembled, and one of them put his nose under Lin Shaofeng's nose and took out his phone to make a call.

"Sister Chunzhi, the plan failed. Pei Hansheng suddenly came in, took Qiao Wan away, and beat Shao Feng until he was almost out of breath."

"A bunch of useless trash. Don't ever say I have anything to do with you again."

Jiang Chunzhi smashed her phone and broke down in her car outside the club.

This Qiao Wan is really hard to kill.

A short while later, Pei Hansheng carried Qiao Wan out. He protected her so tightly that even though Qiao Wan didn't give him a friendly look, they got into the car together.

Jiang Chunzhi gritted her teeth, the smell of blood filling the air, and bit her tongue until it bled.

……

Pei Hansheng carried Qiao Wan back to the master bedroom. She had fallen asleep on the way and was placed on the bed with her body curled up and her arms wrapped around her body.

This represents isolation and vigilance.

She locked herself away, never opening her heart to anyone again.

Pei Hansheng had a headache. Over the years, they had spent little time together, and Qiao Wan had become sensitive and taciturn, needing to be comforted but acting like a hedgehog.

No man could stand that, except him.

When the call came from Goldman Sachs, Pei Hansheng walked out of his bedroom and stood by the window at the end of the corridor, his tall figure blending into the boundless darkness.

"President Pei, that photo is of your wife being sold to a club by the Qiao family. They got a large sum of money to pay off Qiao Jiadong's gambling debts. That night was an auction. Yi Yanzhi only raised his paddle once for your wife, and with that one shot, he sold her the item, setting a record for the highest price ever paid for an auction in Hong Kong."

Something was churning in Pei Hansheng's heart.

Goldman Sachs continued, "Although Yi Yanzhi took his wife away, it was only to redeem her from her contract. Nothing happened between them; they remained just friends. His wife's romantic history is very simple; it only includes her marriage to you."

Pei Hansheng's eyes gleamed: "Then what about her and Ye Jizhou?"

"As a close male friend, Ye Jizhou was willing to risk his life for his wife. It's impossible for him not to have any feelings for her, but neither of them has made the first move."

Pei Hansheng sneered, his heart churning with jealousy, feeling like he was about to drown.

Qiao Wan and Ye Jizhou were deeply in love, and if things continued this way, there would be no turning back for their marriage.

Pei Hansheng's eyes flashed with ruthlessness as he hung up the phone and went back to his bedroom.

Qiao Wan woke up and sat on the bed, hugging her knees. What happened tonight had really frightened her, and she was having nightmares even after falling asleep.

Pei Hansheng sat on the edge of the bed, gripped her waist, and leaned in to kiss her.

His lips continued downwards, lingering on the edge of the collarbone where red marks were visible.

Soothe the pain there with your tongue again and again.

Qiao Wan pushed him away, lowered her eyes, and her face was cold.

"Don't touch here, it's dirty."

"If it's dirty, wash it. Once it's clean, I still want you."

He carried her into the bathroom, placed her in the bathtub, kissed every inch of her body, and turned on the tap to let in warm water.

He removed her clothes, and Pei Hansheng's large hands splashed water, his calloused hands tracing her delicate skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her wherever they touched.

Qiao Wan trembled as she grabbed his hand that was reaching deeper inside.

"Believe it or not, it's Jiang Chunzhi again this time."

Pei Hansheng froze, staring at her expressionless face.

His voice was soft but his attitude firm: "If it's her, I won't pursue the matter."

Qiao Wan felt as if she were in an ice cellar. The water was already set to the highest temperature, but she clung to it like a block of ice, leaving herself completely battered and bruised.