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

"Qiao Wan, President Fang is from Hong Kong. She is a guest who has come from afar. We must treat her well tonight."

Boss Luo pressed Qiao Wan down to sit next to General Manager Fang and gave the waiter a wink.

The waiter opened two bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and filled two glasses with it.

Boss Fang's gaze never left Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan possesses a cool and pure temperament, untouched by worldly affairs, which is very attractive.

Mr. Fang has never dealt with this type before.

"Ms. Qiao speaks Cantonese very well. Did you learn it specifically for work?"

Qiao Wan smiled and said, "What a coincidence, I'm also from Hong Kong."

She and Ye Jizhou came from the port city and were admitted to a university in Beijing together. They once dreamed of working hard and making a bright future in this city. But fate always likes to play tricks on people. Before they could even get a foothold, they were hit hard.

"Have you ever thought about going back to develop your business? I have businesses in the port city, and dozens of properties. Pick a few you like, and I'll give them to you."

Mr. Fang is fifty years old. He is particular about romance when it comes to women. He first shows off his charm, and those who are willing will take the bait. He never forces anyone.

However, he couldn't control himself when facing Qiao Wan. They were from the same hometown and he fell in love at first sight. He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

Qiao Wan hadn't expected it to be so direct.

"I have no intention of going back to Hong Kong."

A silence fell over the room.

Boss Luo raised his glass to smooth things over: "Let's have a drink to celebrate this fate arranged by heaven."

Qiao Wan picked up her wine glass, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp; there was no spiciness in her mouth.

I poured her water.

She glanced at Boss Luo, who winked at her.

Qiao Wan refilled Boss Fang's glass: "Mr. Fang, I'll keep you company tonight so we can drink to our hearts' content. As for the contract..."

"Sure, sure. Come to my room with the contract and we'll discuss the details."

Mr. Fang's hand climbed up Qiao Wan's waist. He had a strong men's cologne, but it couldn't mask his greasy body odor, making Qiao Wan feel a little nauseous.

"Give me a straight answer." Qiao Wan smiled and naturally pushed away President Fang's hand: "I drank the wine, but you ran me away. Who can I complain to?"

Mr. Fang was itching to buy it: "I've been in business for decades. If I didn't keep my word, I wouldn't have built such a big business. I said it's yours, so it's yours."

Qiao Wan smiled.

Those who won't act until they see the rabbit are really hard to crack.

Boss Luo chimed in, "Qiao Wan, someone of President Fang's stature wouldn't back out of a mere 50 million yuan order, would she?"

Qiao Wan clinked her wine glass against Mr. Fang's: "Indeed, I was being petty, Mr. Fang. I'll punish myself with a drink."

After downing a bottle of Moutai, Boss Fang was completely drunk and turned into a rag doll.

After much negotiation, the contract still hasn't been finalized.

It looks like we'll have to go into his room and deal with him, but he's so drunk he can't do anything.

Qiao Wan stood up: "Boss Luo, I'm going out for a bit."

"Where are you going?"

"Lend me some inkpad."

Boss Luo smiled with admiration: "You're even more cunning than me."

Qiao Wan looked tired: "The other party made a promise first, and it will be easier for me to talk if I put my fingerprint on it. If I sign, I still have to go back to his room."

"I'll go up with him in a bit, you can go back now."

Mr. Fang's suite only has one large bed, enough for two men to squeeze in and sleep.

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"Which of these two things—losing a big order or offending the young master of Beijing—I can't possibly bear the consequences of."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips.

Mr. Luo has been deeply involved in the wine industry for twenty years. He has a keen eye and can understand human relationships at a glance.

Pei Hansheng treated Qiao Wan differently. In front of him, he was always indifferent and wouldn't even give a second glance to someone he wasn't interested in.

But looking into Qiao Wan's eyes, there was an indescribable feeling surging beneath the surface.

The two are definitely not ordinary people, but it's hard to say what kind of relationship they have.

"So, would you still be willing to hire me?"

"As long as President Pei agrees, of course I have no problem with it."

"I'm not close to him, not to that extent."

Boss Luo snorted, a half-smile playing on his lips.

You'll see if I believe you or not.

Qiao Wan remained silent, turned around, and walked out of the private room.

Boss Luo is quite capable; you can learn a lot from him.

As I passed by the private room where Pei Hansheng was, the door wasn't closed properly, and I could hear people talking inside.

"Hansheng, are you still with Jiang Chunzhi? You should have gotten married a long time ago, right?"

Someone said indignantly, "Teacher Qin, you have been living abroad all these years, and many things have changed. Han Sheng and Chun Zhi were once a beautiful couple on campus. Everyone thought they would get married. Who knew that a woman who is not presentable would interfere and kneel at the Pei residence gate, threatening to kill herself and demanding to marry Han Sheng? Isn't this extortion?"

Teacher Qin couldn't help but sigh with regret: "What a pity. I remember Chunzhi wrote in her graduation wish that she wanted to marry Hansheng. I even talked to her and hoped that she would prioritize her studies."

"Chun-Chi is quite remarkable now. She just finished her world solo piano concert tour in Munich. She is now a dazzling great musician."

Qiao Wan hurried to the front desk to borrow inkpad.

She recalled what those people had said and drifted off into a daze.

She had actually gotten used to the opinions of Pei Hansheng's friends. At first, she was humble to the point of being in the dust, trying to prove that she was not that kind of person. She didn't want to ruin anyone's love, she just wanted Ye Jizhou to get a shorter sentence.

In return, he was met with Pei Hansheng's sarcasm and ridicule, so he stopped defending himself.

The receptionist called her several times before she finally took the inkpad box and said, "Thank you."

Back in the private room, we settled the contract matters.

Boss Luo helped General Manager Fang into the elevator, and Qiao Wan walked out of the hotel.

It was almost ten o'clock when Shen Yingtang called to say he would drive to pick her up.

A cold wind whistled through her collar, and Qiao Wan pulled her coat tighter around her neck, standing in a sheltered spot to wait.

A familiar Bentley pulled up in front of them, and Jiang Chunzhi got out of Pei Hansheng's car.

She was wearing a white mink coat, with a thin lace bodycon dress underneath, and no leggings; her legs were bare.

As they walked towards us, they brought with them a fragrant breeze.

In comparison, Qiao Wan's cheap cotton-padded coat, which she bought online, looked rather shabby.

She subconsciously looked down and caught a glimpse of a datura flower tattooed on Jiang Chunzhi's ankle out of the corner of her eye.

stunned.

Some past events broke through my memory, and waves of sadness welled up in my heart.

A short while later, Jiang Chunzhi and Pei Hansheng walked out side by side.

Jiang Chunzhi tilted her head back, smiling broadly, her eyes shining, with only Pei Hansheng's shadow in them.

"I just finished an exchange performance at the music academy and came straight here to pick you up."

Pei Hansheng draped his coat over Jiang Chunzhi's shoulders: "If you're busy, you can call the driver over."

"No, that won't do. Today is Teacher Qin's welcome dinner, and I want to see everyone too."

"They all miss you and have said many good things about you."

"What are they saying about me? Tell me quickly."

The two got into the car. Pei Hansheng had been drinking, and Jiang Chunzhi drove them out of the hotel.

The sound of a car horn pulled Qiao Wan back to reality. Shen Yingtang leaned out and said, "Wanwan, get in the car quickly."

Qiao Wan strode over and got into the car.

The warm air from the air conditioner gradually warmed her frozen body.

……

"Hansheng, did you bring Mrs. Pei to the party tonight?"

Jiang Chunzhi recognized Qiao Wan at the hotel entrance.

The two had never interacted before, so it was somewhat awkward.

Pei Hansheng rubbed his temples, his voice deep and resonant: "She doesn't like noise."

Jiang Chunzhi's eyes darkened, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly: "Did you give her the wedding gift I gave you four years ago? I've always wanted to ask her in person if she liked it."

Pei Hansheng remembered the black velvet box on the bedroom cabinet.

Qiao Wan sold all her jewelry, but she didn't take the wedding gift Jiang Chunzhi gave her.

"She has never worn it."

A fleeting smugness crossed Jiang Chunzhi's lips as she smiled and asked, "Of course, a gift for Mrs. Pei has to be presentable. Is it because you never give jewelry to people that she's reluctant to wear it?"

Pei Hansheng sneered, his eyes dark and gloomy.

Qiao Wan wasn't short of money; she saved it all for that handsome man outside, while she lived a simple, frugal life.

"She can't hold onto the good things; she doesn't deserve them."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chunzhi glanced sideways at the handsome and tall man beside her, her eyes lighting up with joy.

It turns out that Pei Hansheng's relationship with his wife wasn't as unbreakable as she had imagined.