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

Qiao Wan had just come out of the VIP room.

Mr. Luo pulled her to wait for him next door, and that's when he received a call from Goldman Sachs.

"Madam, Mr. Pei is looking for you."

Goldman Sachs didn't dare ask Pei Hansheng that question.

Pei Hansheng never took the initiative to contact Qiao Wan; he always had Goldman Sachs relay his messages.

Goldman Sachs is sometimes caught in the middle, which is quite frustrating.

It's truly frustrating to watch a couple who seem to have fallen apart like this.

Qiao Wan asked politely, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Goldman Sachs glanced at the man who was looking down at official documents, and touched his cool neck.

"President Pei didn't say, maybe he misses you and wants you to come home?"

Pei Hansheng frowned, but said nothing, and turned to a page of the document.

Qiao Wan immediately knew that Goldman Sachs was acting as a peacemaker. She was often grateful to him for helping her filter out the unbearable and humiliating things and preserve some dignity.

"Please tell Secretary Gao that we'll meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau for the divorce. If there's anything else, I have work to do, so we can talk later."

The Goldman Sachs phone was on speakerphone, and Pei Hansheng could hear it clearly.

"Mr. Pei, it's good that your wife wants to go out to work. How about we add a less demanding position for her at the company?"

Pei Hansheng slowly raised his gaze, his eyes sharp as knives:

"What business is it of yours to interfere in my affairs?"

Qiao Wan's gentle voice came through the microphone: "Assistant Gao, thank you for your kindness, but it's not worth losing your job for me."

Goldman Sachs felt uncomfortable hearing this.

Qiao Wan always kept a low profile in the Pei family. The Pei family members didn't like her, and even the servants bullied her.

She never complained or made a fuss, never uttering a single word of grievance, which he, as an outsider, found unbearable to watch.

"Madam, please don't be so polite with me. Mr. Pei doesn't really want to be with you..."

"Goldman Sachs, have you had enough?" Pei Hansheng threw the documents on the table and said coldly, "Let her go if she wants to fall into depravity."

Goldman Sachs looked utterly dejected.

This family is beyond saving, even if the King of Heaven himself came.

Qiao Wan listened to the mechanical beeping sound from her phone, staring blankly at the pattern on the floor beneath her feet.

Boss Luo opened the door and came in, looking at her as if she were a money tree:

"The client specifically asked you to dinner. Hurry up and get ready, we're going to the second event."

Qiao Wan composed herself.

"The second match?"

"How could I refuse a client's request?" Boss Luo rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming.

"Boss Fang has already agreed to the 50 million deal. I'll give you the contract. You just need to win him over at the dinner table and get him to sign it, and that'll be the deal."

Qiao Wan clutched the contract that was handed to her: "Is there a commission? Fifty million is a lot; I played a significant role in it, didn't I?"

"If you succeed, you'll get your money back."

"100,000 is not included in the base salary."

Boss Luo pushed her to change her clothes: "Alright, alright, hurry up, my dear."

Qiao Wan was then taken to a five-star hotel by Boss Luo.

Mr. Fang, a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong, became interested when he heard Qiao Wan speak fluent Cantonese at the winery.

He checked into the hotel with the intention of having dinner and then going back to his room to get to know Qiao Wan better, which is why he generously refused other business partners.

Xu Qiangwei's husband is one of them.

For the second event, Boss Fang only invited Boss Luo and Qiao Wan.

Everyone at the dinner table knew exactly what was going on.

Qiao Wan simply didn't understand this unspoken rule.

Xu Qiangwei called her husband to come over and intercept Qiao Wan in the hotel lobby.

"Qiao Wan, I haven't mistaken you for someone else, have I? Is it really you?"

Qiao Wan's face was excessively pale after removing her makeup, with a hint of illness.

She didn't say anything and walked around it.

Xu Qiangwei raised her hand to stop her: "My husband said you married Pei Hansheng, the young master of the capital."

Qiao Wan's lowered eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I can tell, your relationship with your husband isn't great, and President Pei doesn't seem to mind you doing this kind of work at all." Xu Qiangwei's words were laced with schadenfreude.

"You're just too intolerant of any nonsense. He's so handsome and rich, it's normal for him to have other women."

Xu Qiangwei just wanted to get some information out of Pei Hansheng and find out more about his private life.

Qiao Wan raised her eyes, looked at Xu Qiangwei, and said calmly, "Pei Hansheng is very devoted."

Xu Qiangwei covered her mouth and sneered, "He doesn't have feelings for you, yet you're still defending him. Everyone knows about the marriage between the two great families in the capital. Pei Hansheng, at such a young age, willingly let himself be tied down; it must be true love. Hey, teach me how you managed to climb up this social ladder back then!"

Jiang Chunzhi was a woman of exceptional talent, the apple of every man's eye. Qiao Wan could not compare to her in terms of family background, education, looks, or figure.

Then they can only resort to some low-class means to rise to power.

As they were talking, a group of people walked in through the hotel entrance.

Pei Hansheng walked at the very front, dazzlingly entering the field of vision like a star surrounded by the moon.

He brushed past Qiao Wan, treating her as if she were invisible.

A sharp gust of wind swept past her ear, and Qiao Wan's eyes swelled, a sour feeling welling up inside her.

Xu Qiangwei curled her lips, a sly look flashing across her face: "Mrs. Pei, I'm just kindly reminding you, Boss Fang was originally going to invest in my husband, but he changed his mind for some reason. You should really understand why."

Qiao Wan clenched her hands, understanding.

Xu Qiangwei continued to persuade, "If you don't want Pei Hansheng to be angry, ask my husband to come and have dinner with you. You should go and apologize to Pei Hansheng as soon as possible, and he might forgive you."

Qiao Wan's competitive spirit flared up: "Stop talking, I won't let you win."

She wants to get a commission and still walk away unscathed.

Qiao Wan headed towards the Chinese restaurant.

In the corridor, Pei Hansheng held a cigarette between his fingers, but didn't smoke it, looking down casually at the ashes.

Qiao Wan paused, walked past him without saying a word.

Pei Hansheng stubbed out his cigarette with his fingers, grabbed Qiao Wan's slender forearm, pulled her in front of him, and tightened his grip.

"Is the Pei family going bankrupt tomorrow and you can't afford to eat? Or is your first love about to be released and you're in a hurry to support him? Working as a hostess, how could you do that!"

Qiao Wan couldn't break free. She raised her face to meet his cold expression, her heart ached, and she looked away again.

There's nothing wrong with earning a living through your own abilities.

Pei Hansheng sneered: "Besides this face, what other skills do you have? You've stayed at home for too long and haven't been out in society. What do you know about the wickedness of people's hearts? You're more suited to being kept at home by someone than to selling smiles. You don't even need to spread your legs."

A look of utter dismay crossed Qiao Wan's face.

She lost her education and future prospects. After leaving the Pei family, all she could do was make a living like this.

Pei Hansheng stared at her pale face, his thick eyelashes concealing all his emotions.

He felt a little irritated.

I remember when Qiao Wan first married him, her doe-like eyes were moist as she looked at him, clear and bright, and I could read her mind at a glance.

When exactly did she shut herself off?

"Go home now. I don't have time to guess what you're thinking or soothe your inexplicable little moods."

Qiao Wan's expression remained calm. With her eyes lowered, she said in a low voice, "Let's just go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth and sneered, "Great, I can finally get rid of you."

Yes.

He was just a victim. He was forced to marry someone he didn't love while he was in a coma, his sweetheart was also forced to leave him, he lost his loyal driver, and his best friend became a vegetable.

Pei Hansheng simply doesn't love her, so what's wrong with that?

Qiao Wan looked up into Pei Hansheng's eyes and smiled gently: "The divorce papers are signed, right? Are you free tomorrow?"

A dangerous glint surged in Pei Hansheng's eyes, and a suffocating feeling welled up in his chest, making him very uncomfortable.

"I'm very busy, I don't have time."

"Your Highness... good evening!"

When Boss Luo came out to find Qiao Wan, he saw Pei Hansheng in the distance and respectfully came over to greet him.

Pei Hansheng released Qiao Wan's hand.

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes, her wrist aching, and a self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of her lips.

Boss Luo leaned closer and asked her, "Do you know President Pei?"

Qiao Wan shook her head.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Can't find a private room? Ask for directions."

Boss Luo pushed her forward and pointed ahead: "Maple Forest Hall, hurry up, Boss Fang is waiting for you."

He turned around and bowed to Pei Hansheng, handing him his business card with both hands: "Mr. Pei, it is my great honor to meet you here tonight. I am in the wine business. I hope we can cooperate in the future."

Pei Hansheng didn't even glance at him, his aloof and indifferent aura keeping everyone at arm's length. He stepped inside and slammed the door shut.

Boss Luo shrugged, looked up at the private room, and seemed to be deep in thought.