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

Qiao Wan closed her eyes, her eyes moist, indistinguishable between tears and water.

"If you love her so much, why don't you marry her?"

Pei Hansheng felt irritated and knew without even thinking what she was going to say next.

He pinched her delicate chin, gazing intently into her eyes:

"Is it true that you can't stand her? Or are you jealous and want me to stay away from her?"

Qiao Wan lowered her eyelashes, her face indifferent, as if she didn't care about anything.

"I told you to stay away from her, and you listened to me? I told you to call the police and have her arrested, Pei Hansheng, could you do that?"

Pei Han scoffed coldly, shaking off her hand: "You and Ye Jizhou have caused her brother to end up in the hospital, and now you want me to call the police and have her arrested? Qiao Wan, don't be ridiculous!"

Qiao Wan lowered her head, her delicate, fair face reflected in the water.

Her eyes were especially beautiful, like a pool of water in a clear autumn mountain stream, but now they are just lifeless and dull.

Pei Hansheng grew increasingly annoyed, stepped into the bathtub, and splashed out most of the water.

He grabbed Qiao Wan by the neck and pulled her towards his heart, holding her tightly in his arms, only then did the fire in his heart subside.

Qiao Wan was utterly exhausted. The sound of Pei Hansheng's strong heartbeat filled her ears, and she couldn't understand: "Why did you do this?"

Pei Hansheng curled his lips coldly, his eyes filled with mockery: "Because I'm a fool, sometimes I think, I really wish I had never met you. If you didn't exist in this world, how perfect my life would be. You are my calamity."

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Qiao Wan's indifferent face: "Just sign the divorce papers."

Pei Hansheng pretended not to hear, ran warm water again, and washed Qiao Wan repeatedly. His eyes reddened as he stared at her fair skin, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and bite her hard.

Qiao Wan frowned, feeling a slight pain in her body, and her heart seemed less numb.

Pei Hansheng washed Qiao Wan's body thoroughly, inside and out, then wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her into the bedroom.

He placed her in front of the dressing table, dried her hair, and took out a hairdryer.

His long, clean fingers ran through Qiao Wan's hair as she looked at him through the mirror.

Pei Hansheng is really handsome. She has stared at his face more than once and felt her heart flutter, marveling that it is a gift from fate.

Now, she feels it's an ordeal.

The phone on the table rang, and she glanced at it sideways.

Zhao Zhao.

Pei Hansheng answered the phone, holding it between his shoulder and continuing to blow-dry his hair.

"I put it in the second drawer of the living room drawer. Look for it again. Never mind, I'll go over there."

He hung up the phone, looked at Qiao Wan in the mirror, and hesitated to speak.

He put down the hair dryer, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Qiao Wan sat there, looking at her own face in the mirror, and curled her lips in a mocking smile.

Fortunately, I had long since given up on Pei Hansheng.

That night, she slept in the master bedroom's large bed, alone and without any ghostly news, only receiving one email.

[Your husband's mistress, Zhao Zhao, gave birth to beautiful twins for him, Qiao Wan. Don't you want to fight for something for your son?]

It was another photo sent by Xu Qiangwei. The background of the picture was overseas. Pei Hansheng was holding two babies, and a petite woman was following behind him. The two of them got into a nanny van together.

Qiao Wan was more concerned about how Xu Qiangwei knew she had a son.

She replied: "[You can take Zhaozhao's photo to Pei Hansheng and blackmail him for a large sum of money. That would be more effective than sending it to me. You can't provoke me, so I don't care.]"

[If you don't care, what about your son? You're being far too selfish as a mother.]

Qiao Wan really didn't want to pay attention to Xu Qiangwei, but matters concerning her son always managed to capture her attention.

She opened WeChat, found the friend request list, and added Xu Qiangwei.

[Qiao Wan, it seems I was right. The little boy living with you is your son.]

[You're overthinking it. He's my best friend's nephew, and Pei Hansheng knows that too.]

[I thought you were secretly having a child with Pei Hansheng behind his back, but even if you had the child, it wouldn't change anything about your marriage, would it? The Pei family has no shortage of children.]

Qiao Wan was a little sleepy, her eyelids heavy.

It seems that Xu Qiangwei doesn't know Xiaobao's true identity yet, so there's nothing to worry about.

Early in the morning, Qiao Wan received a call from An Leyi.

She had an unavoidable social engagement that evening, an invitation from the owner of a private estate to a cocktail party, and asked Qiao Wan to stand in for her.

Attendance at such events is highly competitive, and most participants are prominent figures in Beijing.

Qiao Wan thought of what Goldman Sachs had said: Pei Hansheng was unhappy that she went to such a place.

"Sister Leyi, I'll go. I definitely won't embarrass you."

"That's great, Qiao Wan. I thought you would refuse."

"A cocktail party is a great opportunity to talk to clients and close deals; there's no reason to refuse."

"Alright, then I'll have someone deliver the dress to the winery."

Qiao Wan walked out of the villa with her phone in her hand, and a security guard dragged a man to her.

"Mrs. Pei, there's a suspicious man here. He followed the garbage truck into the community and was peering around the entrance of Tanshu. He's also carrying a knife."

Qiao Wan looked closely and saw that the man was covered in blood, obviously having been severely beaten. His face was swollen like a pig's head, and his nose was broken.

I only recognized Qiao Jiadong by his voice.

"Qiao Wan, was it you who asked Pei Hansheng to do this? You think you're okay after beating me like this?"

Qiao Wan looked at Qiao Jiadong calmly: "Why did Pei Hansheng hit you?"

"It's all because of you that I circulated your photos throughout Beijing's high society..."

"Did you do this? Was Jiang Chunzhi behind it? Then he has a reason to hit you. People who get too close to his women never end up badly."

"So what if it is? Do you know how much Pei Hansheng protects her? He can even do whatever he wants for her. Qiao Wan, don't be delusional. Marrying him will only make you a lowly nanny."

If these words had been spoken before, Qiao Wan would have argued endlessly with herself, but now she doesn't care at all.

"Security guards, take him to the police station for disturbing the peace."

"Qiao Wan, you heartless wretch! Our whole family lifted you up and sent you to the capital to marry into a wealthy family, and now you're so ungrateful, resorting to such underhanded tactics against me."

Qiao Wan watched coldly as the security guards put him into a car and took him to the police station.

If they go there, they can find out Qiao Jiadong's criminal record, and he will only be sent back to Hong Kong to spend time in jail.

Qiao Wan got into the car and asked the driver to take her to the winery.

I opened WeChat and saw that Jiang Chunzhi had posted on her Moments.

For tonight's estate party, I've prepared a rendition of "Wedding in a Dream" for a special friend. Stay tuned!

The photos show her in a formal dress, posing in front of a piano in a nine-grid layout.

Qiao Wan sneered. Ever since she learned the inside story of Jiang Chunzhi's piano playing, seeing these kinds of posts from her always made her feel nauseous.

Pei Hansheng protected Jiang Chunzhi, but she wouldn't tolerate it at all. She would take this as a chance to vent her anger and tear off Jiang Chunzhi's fake skin tonight.