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

Yi Yanzhi took off his sunglasses, infuriated by Pei Hansheng's arrogance. He turned back to Qiao Wan and asked, "How could you marry such a piece of trash? Are you brain-dead?"

Qiao Wan touched her nose, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Yi Yanzhi stared at her, completely baffled.

"Qiao Wan, what do you see in him? His looks? I'm no worse than him. As for his style and demeanor, I've never lost to him. And when it comes to men, you wouldn't be able to handle the chance."

Yi Yanzhi was also very handsome, but compared to Pei Hansheng's dashing masculinity, he was more effeminate.

His mother was a Hong Kong sex symbol who relied on her looks and figure to maintain her position as the queen of the underworld. Her child perfectly inherited her good genes, especially his phoenix eyes, which, when slightly upturned, made him look like a demon.

Everything is fine as long as I don't speak.

Yi Yan gripped the steering wheel, glaring angrily ahead: "If anyone dares to block my way, I'll blast them away with one stomp on the gas."

Qiao Wan's heart leaped into her throat: "Please don't!"

Yi Yanzhi suddenly felt wronged: "You still love him, and I'm heartbroken."

Outsiders say that Yi Yanzhi is ruthless and merciless towards women. His temperament is unpredictable. Even if he is pitifully begging for love to you one second, he may snap your neck with a single sentence the next.

For many women, Yi Yanzhi is like a poppy flower—dangerous yet intoxicating, addictive.

Qiao Wan always kept her distance from him and avoided Yi Yanzhi's temptations, but she still fell into the same abyss. In terms of being cold and ruthless towards women, Pei Hansheng was no less so.

"Mr. Yi, Beijing is not like Hong Kong. This is their territory. If you hit him, you'll only be asking for trouble, and a very troublesome one at that."

Yi Yanzhi cracked his neck in annoyance: "Would it kill you to say you love me?"

As Qiao Wan looked up, Pei Hansheng walked towards her.

He slammed his fist into the bulletproof glass with a loud thud, and Qiao Wan trembled.

Yi Yanzhi rolled up his sleeves: "Damn, I'm getting off the bus."

Qiao Wan quickly opened the car door: "I'll get out."

The door opened a crack, and Pei Hansheng swung it wide open and pulled Qiao Wan out.

His gaze passed over Qiao Wan and landed on Yi Yanzhi, who scoffed disdainfully.

An invisible tension filled the air; both of them were difficult to please, so Qiao Wan quickly closed the car door.

Yi Yanzhi's gaze swept between the two men through the window, his eyebrows slightly raised in a flirtatious manner:

"Miss Qiao, please contact me anytime if you want to return to Hong Kong. I'll be waiting for you to come home."

Pei Hansheng's face was extremely ugly as he dragged Qiao Wan to the side of the road.

Qiao Wan hugged his forearm: "What are you doing? Don't be impulsive."

Pei Hansheng shook off Qiao Wan's hand, left her aside, and got into the car.

The car reversed a few meters, then suddenly accelerated and crashed straight into Yi Yanzhi's Bugatti.

With a loud bang, Yi Yanzhi's car was dented, while Pei Hansheng's custom-made car, whose brand he couldn't recall, remained completely undamaged.

Yi Yanzhi's forehead bled from the impact, and Qiao Wan ran over: "Mr. Yi!"

Pei Hansheng got out of the car, rushed over in a few steps, grabbed Qiao Wan's hand, pressed the back of her head, and kissed her.

Qiao Wan hummed and moaned, her words of scolding him shattered by him, and she became somewhat coquettish, which made Pei Hansheng kiss her even more fiercely.

Qiao Wan slammed her fist into Pei Hansheng's chest.

Crazy! How could someone who's been in a car accident dare to do something so reckless!

Pei Hansheng cupped Qiao Wan's small fist, pried open her fingers, intertwined them tightly, opened his eyes, glanced at Yi Yanzhi in the car, knowing he was watching, deliberately kissed him fiercely, and carried Qiao Wan into the car.

He pressed his body against hers and pulled down Qiao Wan's pants.

"You lunatic, what are you doing!"

"examine."

Qiao Wan struggled, while Pei Hansheng's hand carefully examined the area on Qiao Wan that belonged exclusively to him.

There were no signs of use, and when I bent down to smell it, there was no scent other than his.

Qiao Wan seemed to have all her strength drained away. She tilted her head back, her whole body tense, and she gasped for breath with her mouth open.

She had absolutely no resistance to Pei Hansheng; all her experiences were given to her by him, too profound and intense, leaving his mark on her.

Pei Hansheng worked hard and used his skills skillfully. They always argued, but they were surprisingly compatible in this matter. Only at this time could he truly feel the taste of conquest.

At this moment, Qiao Wan was completely subservient to him. He could make her cry or shout whenever he wanted, and his heart was filled with satisfaction.

Yi Yanzhi wiped the blood from his forehead, stared at the swaying car opposite, and sneered sinisterly: "Damn it, are you crazy?"

Pei Hansheng stopped short of provocation. This was Qiao Wan's workplace, so he didn't continue. He looked down at the woman whose face was flushed and said, "Look at you, you've almost flooded my car."

Qiao Wan bit her lip, glaring at him resentfully, but her face flushed with embarrassment and she couldn't deny it.

Pei Hansheng draped his suit jacket over her and walked to the front to drive.

Qiao Wan propped herself up, still feeling like she was floating on clouds after just experiencing a great pleasure.

She stared blankly out the window: "Where to?"

"Hospital."

Qiao Wan instantly snapped out of her inexplicable excitement, her expression wary: "Are you taking me to see Jiang Nanhe?"

Pei Hansheng glanced up, staring at Qiao Wan's face through the rearview mirror as it turned from rosy to deathly pale: "Shouldn't you have looked?"

Qiao Wan clenched her hands: "I'm not going. I'll just get beaten up if I go. If you want to win over Jiang Chunzhi and her family, don't drag me into it."

Pei Hansheng frowned: "How did you become like this? So heartless and ungrateful."

A glistening tear appeared in Qiao Wan's eyes.

He curled his lips in a mocking manner.

During the years she loved Pei Hansheng the most, she was loyal and devoted, always putting him first and considering everything. When the Jiang family bullied her, she endured it for his sake, only to be met with their escalating mistreatment and Pei Hansheng's sarcastic remark.

Qiao Wan, you deserve it, this is what you got for your crimes.

Now she wants to be selfish and act heartlessly, what's wrong with that?

"You have no right to call me heartless and ungrateful."

Pei Hansheng parked the car on the side of the road, and when he turned his head, his angular face was bathed in the soft light of the setting sun.

His tone was both helpless and earnest: "Qiao Wan, can we still live a peaceful life together from now on? You're always so prickly, it's really difficult for me."

Qiao Wan turned her head to the side, smiling like an outsider who was detached from the situation.

"You should figure out how to live your life outside first."

"Jiang Chunzhi will not live with me. Because of you, we have no future."

Pei Hansheng gripped the steering wheel tightly, his face tense, his coldness sending chills down one's spine.

Qiao Wan vaguely sensed a sense of helplessness and humility about him.

When a man loves a woman, he will appear timid in her presence, and this was the case with Pei Hansheng's feelings for Jiang Chunzhi.

He was so proud and noble, and Qiao Wan was nothing more than a little ant he could play with. Did she need to pity him for his unrequited love?

Qiao Wan stopped talking, leaned back in her seat, and closed her eyes to think.

The men's suit he was wearing exuded Pei Hansheng's signature aura. Her nose stung with tears. Even though they had already brought up divorce, why couldn't she harden her heart?