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

Zhang Xiu blushed when asked the question.

When she first arrived at Tanshu, Pei Hansheng was abroad, and Qiao Wan had been living alone. It was only recently that there was movement in their bedroom. Her room was on the first floor, and sometimes when the commotion upstairs got loud, Qiao Wan's voice could be heard. The voice was different from the sound of arguing; it was clear that she was being pampered and couldn't help but shout out.

Moreover, the constant fussing all night long had even stirred up feelings of longing in her, a typical mother.

But these details must never be told to Jiang Chunzhi, because even the slightest disturbance in Tanshu could cause her a huge uproar.

Often, it's not that Pei Hansheng and Qiao Wan have a bad relationship, but rather that someone is sabotaging them behind the scenes.

Of course, Qiao Wan brought it on herself. Who told her to be a mistress and ruin such a good relationship?

"Miss Jiang, Mr. Pei doesn't like people going up to the second floor casually. You'd better come down quickly, or I'll be in trouble."

Jiang Chunzhi leaned back and lay down on the soft, wide double bed.

"I'm sleeping in this bed tonight, and Han Sheng won't stop me."

She wore clothes that Pei Hansheng liked, and her body smelled wonderful after a bath. She was incredibly charming, and no man could resist her.

As they spoke, Pei Hansheng had already gone upstairs. Zhang Xiu glanced at the tall, handsome man and swallowed hard. "Mr. Pei, I didn't know Miss Jiang was coming up. I..."

Pei Hansheng walked to the bedroom door and looked at Jiang Chunzhi lying on the bed. Her two pairs of white thighs were exposed and could not be covered up.

He turned around, pinched the bridge of his nose, and did not blame Jiang Chunzhi at all.

"It's okay, just let her sleep, and change the bedding tomorrow."

Jiang Chunzhi jumped out of bed: "Hansheng, can't we sleep together? Like when we were little, you held me and called me your wife."

"You have a good memory. I have no recollection of the house games we played as kids."

Pei Hansheng didn't look back at Jiang Chunzhi once, and went to the guest room next door.

This is Qiao Wan's usual room, so it doesn't count as cheating. He has strong principles when it comes to relationships; both body and mind must be pure. He is like that, and the other person must be too.

Qiao Wan couldn't do it. The men around her were like groundhogs in an arcade, impossible to kill. That woman was actually filthy, and he didn't know how he could bring himself to do it.

Pei Hansheng felt irritated just thinking about it. He was determined to call Qiao Wan. He was very annoyed and thought neither of them would sleep tonight.

But Qiao Wan had already blocked him, so he called Goldman Sachs.

"Contact the person in charge of Orange Color now and get Shen Yingtang's phone number."

"Yes, Mr. Pei."

Goldman Sachs is extremely efficient and quickly sent over Shen Yingtang's contact information.

Pei Hansheng sat on the sofa at the foot of the bed and sent a message to Shen Yingtang.

[Tell Qiao Wan that I was seriously injured in a car accident and asked her to return to Tanshu.]

Shen Yingtang and Qiao Wan took Xiaobao home from the hospital.

Upon receiving the message, Shen Yingtang was quite puzzled: "Qiao Xiaowan, is this Pei Hansheng's call? How come he was in another car accident?"

Qiao Wan had just put her son in her arms and lulled him to sleep when she glanced at him sideways.

"It was just a scratch that made me faint, nothing serious. I've already gone home with Jiang Chunzhi."

How do you know so much?

Qiao Wan pursed her lips.

She started thinking about Pei Hansheng on her way out of the hospital, since he was the one who caused the accident to save her. When she left, Jiang Chunzhi cried on his body, which made her feel quite uncomfortable.

The person isn't dead yet, it's a bit premature to start mourning.

So she scrolled through her WeChat Moments on her phone, and Jiang Chunzhi posted a selfie of herself in Tanshu, which finally relieved her anxiety and worry.

Pei Hansheng had already taken Jiang Chunzhi home for the night, and she was still wearing that revealing nightgown. She still had the energy to do *that* kind of thing, so it wasn't that serious.

Speaking of pajamas, Qiao Wan didn't even know which woman beside Pei Hansheng belonged to; they had been hung in her closet without a word.

They had just had a big argument, and Pei Hansheng had been giving her the silent treatment for three months. It must have been the woman who was with him during that time who deliberately stuffed her into Pei Hansheng's suitcase as a show of defiance.

"Just ignore him, he's trying to extort money from you."

It must have been Jiang Chunzhi who whispered in his ear, stirring up his resentment from the car accident, and he took it out on her.

I bet the two of them are naked and hugging each other right now, holding their phones and cursing at her, calling her back to Tanshu to continue humiliating her.

Thinking of this, Qiao Wan's heart ached terribly; this was the consequence of being soft-hearted.

Shen Yingtang sank into the sofa and crossed her legs: "President Pei sent me a message in the middle of the night. He seems to be in a hurry."

She glanced at Qiao Wan and texted Pei Hansheng: [President Pei, Qiao Wan is busy; she's sleeping with a man in her arms.]

Pei Hansheng, who was waiting for a reply, turned green after reading the message.

It must be that guy at the winery entrance, the local thug from Hong Kong.

He snorted coldly.

He had known Qiao Wan's fickle nature for a long time, so he shouldn't have had any expectations of her.

Pei Hansheng slammed his phone down, took off his clothes, went into the bathroom, and took a cold shower for half an hour, but he still couldn't suppress his anger.

bother.

Ever since Qiao Wan brought up divorce, he hasn't had a single happy day. He's had enough of this awful life. A woman has no right to affect his mood.

I couldn't sleep all night.

Jiang Chunzhi came to find him, still wearing that white nightgown.

The morning light streamed through the window, illuminating Jiang Chunzhi's body. Her pajamas were barely concealed, highlighting her graceful figure. She was holding breakfast when Pei Hansheng grabbed her clothes from the floor and threw them at her: "Put these on!"

Jiang Chunzhi spilled the milk in her hand, her clothes were soaked, and she stared at Pei Hansheng with misty eyes.

"Hansheng, why are you so temperamental?"

Pei Hansheng turned his back to Jiang Chunzhi, his face showing a hint of anger.

Those pajamas were bought by him for Qiao Wan.

During those three months, they were in a cold war. He was on a business trip to an island country, and the hotel he stayed at was hosting a cultural festival. A friend who accompanied him said that every time he and his wife argued, it ended with a passionate sexual encounter.

A woman's vagina is connected to her heart; if she's pampered, how long can she maintain her erection?

He scoffed dismissively.

That evening, she secretly asked the waiter to buy the most expensive angel cicada wing dress from the cultural festival.

Qiao Wan was like a block of wood, unwilling to let him touch her. His hints were very obvious, but he was still just throwing flirtatious glances at a blind man.

He's not young anymore, and he has normal male needs. When he sleeps alone at night, he often imagines what Qiao Wan looks like in that dress.

Now that Jiang Chunzhi is dressed like this, he always feels that she has betrayed this marriage.

Ridiculous, does he need to remain faithful to this marriage?

"Han Sheng, you've startled me."

As Jiang Chunzhi's voice drew closer, Pei Hansheng shifted his feet, then strode out of the bedroom without even glancing at her.

She was left alone, feeling lost and embarrassed.

She's already taken this far, can Pei Hansheng still hold back?

If she hadn't seen how he slept with Qiao Wan, and how happy Qiao Wan looked, her skin glowing and full from being so well-nourished, she would have doubted Pei Hansheng's ability to perform.

It's not that Pei Hansheng is incompetent.

Qiao Wan was clever; unable to win Pei Hansheng's heart, she used her body to keep him hooked. After all, she was a prostitute in Hong Kong's entertainment circle, far more alluring than a noblewoman from Beijing.

My phone rang; it contained several WeChat images.

Upon opening the document, she turned deathly pale and collapsed onto the sofa.

Jingfan took a picture of her that day, and it was so bad that she was on the verge of a breakdown.

[What do you want to do?]

My hands hurt so much today, sister, come and lick them for me.

Jiang Chunzhi's gaze darkened, a sinister glint flashing in her eyes.

[Pei Hansheng didn't break your hand because of me. The person you should take revenge on is Qiao Wan. I can help you.]