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

Putting down his phone, Pei Hansheng got out of bed, and Qiao Wan was forced to follow him.

She was getting impatient: "Pei Hansheng, let go of me, what do you want?"

Pei Hansheng tugged at her hand, and Qiao Wan bumped into his arms. He gently rubbed her swollen red lips with his fingertips.

"Once we get there, just pretend you're mute and come with me."

Qiao Wan turned her face away: "I don't want to go to the old house."

Pei Hansheng pinched her chin, his thin lips curving into a mocking smile: "You have no choice. You've caused such a huge mess tonight, shouldn't you give the Jiang family an explanation?"

Qiao Wan felt a deep sadness in her heart.

This is what it feels like to be loved by family. Jiang Chunzhi is a noble lady in the capital, the apple of her family's eye. Even if she causes a huge disaster, there will be people to help her and even applaud her.

She couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Pei Hansheng led Qiao Wan downstairs, draping his suit jacket over his wrist, making it look like the two were holding hands.

Zhang Xiu and the old house driver were downstairs, and Goldman Sachs was also waiting for his signature with documents. Qiao Wan followed Pei Hansheng, quietly and obediently following behind him wherever he went.

The two of them were as affectionate as a newlywed couple on their honeymoon.

Qiao Wan was easily embarrassed, and it wasn't appropriate for her to make a scene with Pei Hansheng in front of so many people, otherwise everyone would think they were playing some kind of wicked game.

Pei Hansheng had figured this out, and he even walked around the living room to show everyone.

The driver from the old house followed behind: "Mr. Pei, your father has been urging you and your wife to go over. The Jiang family is waiting."

Upon hearing the mention of the Jiang family, Pei Hansheng's interest vanished, his eyes darkened, and he walked out of the villa.

When they arrived at the old house, they saw Jiang Chunzhi and her parents sitting in the living room.

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Jiang Chunzhi's face was swollen and her eyes were red.

Upon seeing Qiao Wan, Rong Wenying rushed over unexpectedly and slapped her across the face, leaving five handprints on Qiao Wan's cheek.

Pei Hansheng spun around, instinctively shielding Qiao Wan behind him. He turned his head, his gaze sharp enough to pierce a knife.

He ran his fingertip across Qiao Wan's face, then frowned: "You've been hit so many times, but you still can't learn to dodge."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips. Hadn't she been beaten enough? Every time she tried to dodge, even more ruthless methods awaited her, especially in front of the Jiang family.

At first, Pei Hansheng wrote a letter of understanding, but the Jiang family strongly opposed it. They wanted to send Ye Jizhou and Qiao Wan to jail together. The Jiang family had extensive connections in the political world, so it wouldn't be a problem for them to be sentenced to life imprisonment.

Once the letter of understanding was signed, even Pei Hansheng was stigmatized, accused of being heartless and ungrateful. The old driver had worked for the Pei family for fifty years, was loyal and reliable, and was practically family, yet he so easily gave up on a severe sentence.

He treated Jiang Nanhe the same way, not only breaking off the marriage agreement between the two families and hurting his beloved younger sister, but also marrying Qiao Wan.

It would be hard for anyone to accept such an outcome, let alone the Jiang family, a prominent jewelry family in Beijing.

So Qiao Wan accepted the slap; she took it.

Rong Wenying pulled Pei Hansheng away: "Stay away from her. Tell her to go apologize to Chunzhi, whether it's kowtowing or making amends. Wait until Chunzhi has calmed down before you talk about your divorce."

Pei Hansheng turned around: "I can't go too far."

"Stop trying to fool me, Qiao Wan, go apologize right now!"

Pei Hansheng glanced at Qiao Wan indifferently, acting as if it were none of his business, and sat down on the sofa.

Qiao Wan was also taken there. She stood there, her face pale and bloodless, and her whole body was cold.

Across from her were Jiang's parents, who disdained to communicate with Qiao Wan directly and wouldn't even give her a second glance.

But it also made things very difficult for Qiao Wan. Whenever she was unhappy, she would put pressure on Rong Wenying. Whenever Qiao Wan came to the old house, she would either be slapped or forced to kneel for days and nights.

At that time, Pei Hansheng was not in the country, and Qiao Wan was facing a pack of wolves and tigers. Now, just hearing about the old house makes her shudder.

Pei Hansheng looked up and saw that she was expressionless and motionless. He pulled her wrist and Qiao Wan fell onto the sofa.

Pei Xinyang put down his teacup. He couldn't see any anger in his expression, but his eyes were bright and intimidating. Just one look at him made people feel uneasy.

"Qiao Wan, why did you hit the Jiang family's daughter?"

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "She knows why I hit her."

Jiang Chunzhi said in a hoarse voice, sounding aggrieved, "This isn't the first time Mrs. Pei has hit people in public. She also hit my aunt and Hansheng. I tolerated it because I thought she was sick, but the worst thing she did was throw wine on my piano. Hansheng, do you remember this piano?"

Pei Hansheng rested his hand on his forehead, sitting languidly: "That plane I gave you abroad? I thought you lost it when you came back to China."

"You made that for me yourself. You designed the blueprints, searched all over the world for materials, and even argued with local musicians over a single soundboard. For three months, you locked yourself in your room day and night, just because I said I wanted a piano that was one of a kind in the world. Now Qiao Wan has ruined it, completely ruined it."

Jiang Chunzhi was extremely sad, and her words revealed her love and heartache for Pei Hansheng.

Qiao Wan glanced at the man beside her; he seemed to be moved as well.

Pei Hansheng is romantic and has a refined taste. If he indulged himself a little more, countless women would have fallen for him long ago. It's no exaggeration to say that even just spending a night with him would attract countless women eager to be with him.

Such a man held a place for Jiang Chunzhi in his heart, and the only romance rumors about him outside were about their love affair, which everyone lamented but ended without a trace.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan felt an uncontrollable pang of pain.

She thought she wouldn't care anymore, but the thorn stuck in her heart would still pop up from time to time and stab her hard.

Pei Xinyang's expression turned grim before he could even finish listening to Jiang Chunzhi's tearful complaint.

He had a mountain of evidence against Qiao Wan, and he could no longer tolerate his daughter-in-law.

"Qiao Wan, come into the study with me."

Qiao Wan clutched the hem of her skirt at her side; her palms were sweaty.

Four years after marrying into the Pei family, she rarely interacted with her father-in-law. Everyone in the capital was afraid of him, and even the old man couldn't do anything about him.

Pei Hansheng stood up as well: "I'll go too."

Jiang Chunzhi walked up to him and stopped him.

"Hansheng, when we were twelve, we played a wedding game in the garden. You were the groom, and I was your bride. You lifted my veil, took my hand, and promised that you would protect me for life, and that if anyone dared to bully me, you would repay them tenfold. Will you still keep your promise now?"

Pei Hansheng was lost in thought, seemingly drawn back to their past, the pure feelings of their youth, which, even after so long, were still unforgettable.

"Of course I'll honor it."

"So, if you go with her, are you going to take the punishment for her, or to plead for her?"

Pei Hansheng glanced at the woman beside him, his eyes turning cold.

Gritting his teeth, filled with anger, he said, "I'll help her collect her body."

Jiang Chunzhi grabbed his wrist, his suit jacket fell to the ground, and their tightly intertwined wrists were exposed. Jealousy and resentment churned in her chest.

"Someone, bring me the scissors."

The maid handed over scissors, and Jiang Chunzhi cut the knotted tie: "Hansheng, if you're going in with her, take me with you. Your back injury hasn't healed yet."

Pei Hansheng said in an extremely accommodating tone, "Chunzhi, don't make things worse."

Qiao Wan stood there, watching a deeply moving scene unfold.

Her heart was completely cold, and she was utterly desperate.

It would be superfluous for us to stand here any longer.

He turned and walked alone into the study.

Behind her, Jiang Chunzhi's mother asked in a feigned tone, "That whip in your old Pei's study isn't just for show. After all, she's been your daughter-in-law for four years, and my Chunzhi is just an outsider. Isn't this inappropriate?"

Rong Wenying picked up her tea, blew on the tea leaves on the surface of the water, and remained calm and composed.

"What's four years? They've been in love for fourteen years. In my son's eyes, Qiao Wan is at most a toy for amusement, not comparable to Chun Zhi's status as his fiancée. He admitted it himself."

……

Qiao Wan entered the study, and Pei Xinyang asked her to sit down.

The Pei family has strict rules, but one rule is that men must not hit women.

But he had plenty of ways to make Qiao Wan leave the capital and never come back.

Qiao Wan stood there, her tone neither humble nor arrogant: "Mr. Pei, I only want to divorce your son. You are his father, you must have a way to get him to sign the divorce agreement."