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

Qiao Wan was taken to the hospital by Pei Hansheng. After getting out of the car, Pei Hansheng opened the trunk and took out a bouquet of flowers he had bought from a flower shop they had passed by.

He shoved her into Qiao Wan's arms and warned her, "Go up there and be mute. Don't say a word. If the Jiang family says anything, just take it."

Qiao Wan remained silent, holding the flowers and standing still.

Pei Hansheng turned around and tapped her forehead with his finger: "Are you deaf? Come upstairs with me."

Qiao Wan frowned: "Can you protect me? If the Jiang family hits me, and you just tell me to take it, what are you going to do?"

Pei Hansheng grasped her hand and led her into the building: "I'll watch from the sidelines, smiling and applauding them."

Qiao Wan curled her lips in a sarcastic tone.

She shouldn't have had any expectations of Pei Hansheng.

Jiang Nanhe's hospital room occupied an entire floor. The Pei Group invests hundreds of millions of yuan every year specifically to prolong his life.

On the day of the car accident, Pei Hansheng invited Jiang Nanhe to the golf course. The two were in high spirits, living a wealthy and happy life as young noblemen. One was about to take over the family business, and the other was already the youngest head of a jewelry family, with a bright future ahead.

After meeting Qiao Wan, one was seriously injured and the other was in a vegetative state; their fates were thus rewritten.

Pei Hansheng felt guilty towards Jiang Nanhe for the rest of his life, which also meant that he could never let go of Jiang Chunzhi for the rest of his life.

Qiao Wan understood this very well; she couldn't repay him for the rest of her life, and letting go as soon as possible was the only way to find relief.

Once they went upstairs, they had to put on sterile gowns and undergo full-body disinfection as soon as they got out of the elevator before they could enter the ward to visit.

Jiang Chunzhi was sleeping next to Jiang Nanhe's hospital bed. Pei Hansheng gently patted her, and she rubbed her eyes, her eyes showing surprise.

He raised his face with a smile, drool still clinging to the corner of his mouth: "Hansheng, what brings you here?"

Pei Hansheng chuckled, his tone unconsciously softening: "My mom said your brother woke up, so she came to check on him."

Jiang Chunzhi looked behind Pei Hansheng, where Qiao Wan was being pulled by him, their fingers intertwined. She lowered her eyes, quiet and obedient, the flowers in her arms making her look delicate and radiant.

It's obvious she's been pampered by Pei Hansheng.

A flicker of jealousy crossed Jiang Chunzhi's eyes. She took Pei Hansheng's other hand, and as she spoke, tears streamed down her face.

"Hansheng, my brother's eyelids twitched today. I thought he had woken up. The doctor came to check and said he showed signs of waking up, but his body couldn't hold on much longer. My brother needs a blood transfusion."

"I'm already looking, don't worry, we'll have a blood source soon." Pei Hansheng wanted to wipe Jiang Chunzhi's tears, but then realized he was holding onto Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan sensed it and quickly withdrew her hand.

Pei Hansheng glanced sideways, frowned in displeasure, pulled the person back, released Jiang Chunzhi, and took the flowers from Qiao Wan's arms.

"This was carefully selected by Qiao Wan."

Jiang Chunzhi took the flowers, wiped away her tears, and sighed, "Mrs. Pei has such good taste. These flowers are so beautiful. If only my brother hadn't been in that car accident, he would have been so romantic. He planted a whole garden of flowers for me."

Pei Hansheng patted Jiang Chunzhi's shoulder to comfort her, and Jiang Chunzhi leaned into Pei Hansheng's arms, making the scene of the three of them strange and awkward.

"Han Sheng, can't Mrs. Pei donate a little blood? If you were the one lying in that bed, I would be willing to have all the blood drained from my body."

Qiao Wan looked up and asked Pei Hansheng, "Donate blood?"

Pei Hansheng shot him a sharp look: "Shut up and get out."

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Qiao Wan scoffed, "Then why the hell do you let go?"

Pei Hansheng released his grip, letting Qiao Wan leave. He then reached out to wipe away Jiang Chunzhi's tears: "Qiao Wan might have some bacteria on her body, so she's not suitable for giving your brother a blood transfusion. I've already contacted a suitable blood donor. Let's do it in two more days."

Jiang Chunzhi nodded, then deliberately asked Qiao Wan's retreating figure, "Hansheng, are you saying Qiao Wan isn't clean? Is she really that dirty?"

Qiao Wan walked to the door, paused, and waited for Pei Hansheng's reply.

"Of course, it's dirtier than a wild boar."

Jiang Chunzhi chuckled at his teasing: "You love cleanliness the most, how can you stand her? I've heard about Mrs. Pei's dark history in Hong Kong, and I really can't understand it. I've experienced far more temptations abroad than she has, and I've always maintained my self-respect. She's just too shameless, maybe because her family is too poor."

Qiao Wan sneered.

Pei Hansheng looked down on her. Why did he sleep with her? She was more promiscuous than anyone else. How could she have the nerve to call others dirty?

Then there's Jiang Chunzhi, who openly and secretly suppresses and satirizes others, making herself appear pure and flawless—a true white lotus in a prosperous era.

The two of them are truly the most perfect match in the world.

Qiao Wan glanced at the two people in the room pouring out their hearts to each other. She couldn't stay there any longer and had to leave quickly.

Jiang's parents happened to come out of the elevator and bumped into each other.

Qiao Wan stepped back, intending to go downstairs in a different direction, but Jiang's mother quickly caught up with her.

"Qiao Wan, wait a moment."

Qiao Wan spoke in a low voice, her eyes lowered, her expression indifferent: "What is it?"

Jiang's mother angrily questioned, "Why won't you donate blood?"

Qiao Wan looked up at her and asked, "Why should I donate blood?"

"The reason the Pei family didn't tell you back then was largely because your blood type matches my son's. They raised you for four years just to prepare for this moment."

"I see." Qiao Wan suddenly realized why Pei Hansheng had brought her here. Thinking about it made her heartbroken: "I also have this function, a human blood bank? What you're doing is illegal."

"That's ridiculous. If the law were so effective, why don't you go to jail? That's the rule, don't you understand?"

Jiang's mother pulled Qiao Wan toward the blood donation room: "Doctor, quickly draw her blood for my son."

Qiao Wan was dragged into a room by several people. Inside, machines were running, all used to maintain Jiang Nanhe's vital signs.

She was forced to sit down, and a thick, long syringe was ready. She broke free of his grasp.

"I don't donate blood."

"It's not up to you!"

"Let me go."

Qiao Wan struggled to stand up, and Jiang's mother slapped her across the face.

Without saying a word, she returned both of them.

popping.

The beating shocked Jiang's mother. Her eyes widened, and she kept repeating, "You dare hit me? You dare hit me?"

Qiao Wan tidied her messy hair, and when she looked up, Pei Hansheng was standing in the doorway.

His face showed displeasure as he stared at her.

Qiao Wan sneered. Who told him to bring her here? From now on, she would beat up every time she saw a member of the Jiang family.

Covering her face, Jiang's mother ran up to Pei Hansheng and demanded, "This bitch, are you going to do anything about her or not?"

"Auntie, Qiao Wan has been having an episode lately. Don't bother arguing with a madwoman. I'll take her to see a psychiatrist right now."

Pei Hansheng walked in, grabbed Qiao Wan's hand, and a surge of anger swept over him as he pulled her out of the room.

Once they reached the bottom of the building and left the hospital, Qiao Wan broke free of his hand and didn't want to say another word to this man.

Pei Hansheng followed behind.

"Where are you going? Qiao Wan, don't you have a home?"

Qiao Wan ignored him and strode forward. A car sped towards her, and just as it was about to hit her, she felt dizzy and vaguely heard a man behind her calling her name in a panic.

The next second she fell into his arms, and he spun her around.

The car sped past, and Pei Hansheng fell to the ground.

Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat. She squatted down beside the man, tears streaming down her face, blurring Pei Hansheng's bloodless face.

The voices pleading for help trembled as they cried out: "Help! Someone, save my husband! Quickly..."