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

Half an hour later, the car door opened, Pei Hansheng got out, saw Jiang Chunzhi there, and quickly closed the door.

But Jiang Chunzhi still saw everything.

If she could still fool herself with what she had just heard, the sight of Qiao Wan lying on the chair with her lips swollen from being kissed and her hair disheveled was enough to shatter her fantasies.

Pei Hansheng was always arrogant and indifferent to people. In the fourteen years they had known each other, she had never seen anything that could stir up Pei Hansheng's emotions.

Only with Qiao Wan did Pei Hansheng reveal all his loss of control, impulsiveness, breakdown, and even his childishness.

Jiang Chunzhi didn't believe that Pei Hansheng had never been interested in Qiao Wan.

She sniffed, and tears started falling.

Pei Hansheng frowned, took out a handkerchief, and handed it to Jiang Chunzhi: "Is your face still uncomfortable? Should I take you to the hospital to get it checked out?"

Jiang Chunzhi shook her head, looked up at Pei Hansheng and smiled, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Have you forgotten that you still need to see Mr. Dolly? But won't I embarrass you looking like this?"

Pei Hansheng curled his lips: "How could that be?"

Jiang Chunzhi curled her lips into a smug smile and glanced at Qiao Wan in the car.

"I was in a really bad state tonight, so I recorded my piano performance in advance, just in case something unexpected happened on the spot. As it turned out, exactly what I feared happened, and I got a beating from Mrs. Pei."

"I'm not going to talk about her anymore. I just finished cleaning up. I'll tell her to reflect on her actions."

Pei Hansheng didn't even glance at Qiao Wan, and called the driver to take the car back to Tanshu.

Qiao Wan then got out of the car.

"A fake bomb is a fake bomb. What high-sounding reasons you give? Do you really think we're fools? Besides, you're so hypocritical; you've done a lot of shady things, haven't you? Do you want me to tell everyone one by one?"

Jiang Chunzhi bit her lip and took Pei Hansheng's arm: "Hansheng, I told you long ago that we should take Mrs. Pei to the hospital."

Qiao Wan sneered, "You think I'm crazy? Have I been crazy enough tonight? If not, shall I say more?"

Jiang Chunzhi said confidently, "What you call faking it is just me wanting to relax in the music industry and have some fun. Why take it so seriously? Han Sheng is willing to spend money and give me exposure to promote me. I just want to have some fun. I'm not going to be a professional pianist, so what if it's fake?"

Qiao Wan looked at Pei Hansheng: "So you knew all along? Well, you have no bottom line with her anyway, you can control everything. Qiao Jiadong is right."

Pei Hansheng frowned unhappily and snapped at the driver, "What are you all standing there for? Take them back to Tanshu."

Qiao Wan shook off the driver: "Whoever wants to stay in that lousy birdcage can go back. I'm not staying here anymore."

A dark glint flashed across Pei Hansheng's face as he grabbed Qiao Wan's arm: "Where are you going again? Back to your rented apartment to live with a murderer?"

Qiao Wan struggled, and in a fit of anger, she raised her hand and slapped Pei Hansheng: "You'd better sign the divorce agreement right now, or I'll expose everything Jiang Chunzhi has done."

A group of people who had been watching the spectacle from a short distance away were dumbfounded after witnessing the scene.

"Holy crap, our second brother just got beaten up by Qiao Wan?"

"What's going on? Shouldn't Second Brother beat this woman up in front of Chunzhi to vent his anger?"

"Is it Qiao Wan who's gone mad, or my second brother, or am I the one who's gone mad?"

Pei Hansheng's handsome face flushed red, dark clouds gathering in his eyes as he stared at Qiao Wan: "Try hitting me again?"

Qiao Wan moved her fingers, but Jiang Chunzhi pressed her shoulders and pushed her backward.

She stumbled backward, bumping into the car. Her bones ached, and when she looked up, she saw Jiang Chunzhi throwing herself into Pei Hansheng's arms, crying her eyes out.

"Why are we so unlucky, ruined by the same person, and yet powerless against her? Hansheng, my heart aches for you. How could you marry a crazy woman? She has stolen your happiness and freedom."

Qiao Wan felt it was incredibly ironic.

In the four years of their marriage, except for the period when Pei Hansheng was seriously injured and trapped, they spent every day and night together. He was very clingy to her and never complained about not being free.

After that, he went abroad, and she never stopped him. Pei Hansheng and Jiang Chunzhi rekindled their old relationship abroad, and she pretended not to hear. Qiao Wan really couldn't understand what freedom was if it wasn't freedom.

As for happiness, Jiang Chunzhi didn't give him enough, so there was Zhaozhao instead?

"Weren't you happy and free during these four years?"

Jiang Chunzhi wiped away her tears, turned around and glared at her resentfully: "Qiao Wan, do you know that you've ruined four years of Han Sheng's life? In those four years, I've never seen him suffer so much. You're always like this, only caring about your own madness. You're happy, but have you ever thought about what he's been through?"

Qiao Wan's gaze swept over Jiang Chunzhi, then landed on Pei Hansheng's face.

She looked at him and asked, "Are you in a lot of pain and torment? Was it when you were with me? Then why don't you just get a divorce already, Pei Hansheng? Are you stupid? Do you like to torture yourself?"

Pei Hansheng had a cold face. When he didn't speak, his pursed lips exuded a subtle and intimidating aura.

His hawk-like eyes fixed on Qiao Wan, and he sneered, "Qiao Wan, haven't you made enough of a scene?"

Qiao Wan felt very happy tonight.

She lowered her eyes, avoiding looking at Pei Hansheng: "Think about what I'm saying. Sign it or expose her. You choose one."

After saying that, she went to find Du Yi and his car.

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth, staring at her retreating figure, raised his chin, loosened his tie, took a long stride, grabbed Qiao Wan's wrist, pulled her back, and threw the tie to the driver.

"A dead knot, do you know how to tie it?"

The driver paused for a second, then said, "Yes, yes."

He tied one wrist of each of Pei Hansheng and Qiao Wan tightly.

Give me the car keys.

Pei Hansheng dragged Qiao Wan to the driver's seat: "Get in."

Qiao Wan turned around and shouted to Du Yi, "Come here quickly and untie me!"

Du Yi was dumbfounded; he had never seen Pei Hansheng before.

Qiao Wan hesitated to get into the car, so Pei Hansheng picked her up with one hand, placed his palm on the back of her head, and bent down to sit in the car.

Qiao Wan curled up in a ball, nestled against Pei Hansheng's chest like a soft kitten.

There was no escaping it, so she instinctively climbed towards the passenger seat. Pei Hansheng glanced at her, his Adam's apple bobbing, his throat parched with thirst.

Qiao Wan sat down, Pei Hansheng gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and with his other hand, which was tied up, he approached Qiao Wan and gently pinched her thigh.

"seat belt."

Qiao Wan glared at him resentfully and fastened her seatbelt.

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth and emphasized, "Mine."

Qiao Wan remained unmoved and mocked him, "If you don't love freedom, then untie yourself. Do you need me?"

Pei Hansheng's eyes darkened. He pulled on his seatbelt with one hand, fastened it, and stepped on the gas, heading back to Tanshu.

He carried Qiao Wan out of the car, put her down, and strode up the stairs. Qiao Wan's legs couldn't keep up with his, so she had to run.

He pulled her into the bedroom, pushed Qiao Wan onto the bed, and knelt on either side of her with his legs apart, looking down at her with a turbulent undercurrent in his eyes.

You can tell what he wants to do at a glance.

Qiao Wan was a little scared, having had several experiences with Pei Hansheng before. He was very fierce, silently putting all his strength into his waist and legs, especially when he was not speaking, he would hit her hard with one blow after another.

Pei Hansheng lifted her waist and hips, and lifted her dress. His phone rang.

He answered the call, holding the phone a little further away from his ear.

"What happened at tonight's party? Jiang's parents have complained to me. They said they don't want to see Qiao Wan in Beijing and want you to send her away."

Pei Hansheng said to Pei Xinyang on the other end of the phone, annoyed, "Why did you have to call now of all times?"

"Bring Qiao Wan to the old house."

"Is there something you need?"

"Bring her here. If I can't see her now, I'll go to Tanshu to see her in person."

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes, staring at the woman beneath him, a slight stirring in his heart: "Alright, I understand."