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

Qiao Wan got out of the car and tried desperately to escape, but Pei Hansheng grabbed her around the waist and shoved her back into the car, as easily as if he were picking up a chick.

Qiao Wan said angrily, "We're already divorced. Get this straight, divorce isn't child's play. I'm not going back to Tanshu with you."

Pei Hansheng got into the car, cupped Qiao Wan's face, and kissed her deeply and fiercely.

"Well……"

Qiao Wan's fist pounded hard on Pei Hansheng's broad and sturdy back, but to Pei Hansheng, this force felt like a massage.

Qiao Wan bit his lip, breaking the skin and drawing blood.

Pei Hansheng then released his hand, licked his wound, the bloody smell spreading on his tongue, and stared at Qiao Wan with intense sexual tension.

The more resistant the prey, the more challenging it is, and the better it is to my liking.

He slammed the door shut, got into the driver's seat, and glanced at the rearview mirror. Qiao Wan was stunned by the kiss and sat there with a blank look in her eyes.

Pei Hansheng loathed her like this, his eyes cold, and he stepped on the gas and drove the car very fast.

Back at Tanshu, Qiao Wan glanced sideways, utterly disgusted. The beautiful garden villa was hell to her.

Her eyes were moist, and in the blink of an eye, water droplets clung to her eyelashes, trembling as if about to fall.

Pei Hansheng opened the car door and looked at her sitting there, not making a fuss or saying a word.

He felt an indescribable sense of suffocation.

He wanted to see her smile, like when they were first married. Even though he was in a wheelchair and bedridden, those were his most relaxed and joyful times.

So Pei Hansheng tried to be as gentle as he had been four years ago.

"Honey, we're home."

Qiao Wan finally moved, slowly turning her face to the side, her expression as cold as ice.

"We're divorced, Pei Hansheng, how many times do I have to tell you!"

Pei Hansheng gripped the car door with such restrained strength that it seemed he could deform even steel.

He knew very well that his current forbearance was merely a way to exchange for a sexual encounter.

Pei Hansheng had excellent self-control. During his years abroad, he did not indulge in women. At the prime of his life, he was surrounded by countless high-quality women.

Some of them were prettier than Qiao Wan, and some were more educated than Qiao Wan. In short, they were superior to Qiao Wan in every way. After a few rounds of drinks, the women hinted that they should go back to the room with him, but he could only think of Qiao Wan's expressionless, icy face. He suppressed his desire and went upstairs to take care of things himself.

His friends abroad said he was impotent and even took him to see a leading urologist.

God knows what he was thinking at that time.

Pei Hansheng stared intently into Qiao Wan's eyes, a smile of arrogance that belied his superior status.

"I know you don't really want a divorce. I've neglected you for too long these past years, which has made you sensitive and suspicious. We both know very well that once you've loved me, no other man in the world can catch your eye."

Qiao Wan sighed, closed her eyes, and said weakly, "But I don't love you anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Hansheng's aura suddenly dropped. He grabbed Qiao Wan's waist, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and turned to walk into the Tanshu villa.

When he wasn't speaking, his thin lips were pursed, his brows were furrowed, and his anger was at its peak.

Qiao Wan no longer wanted to be led by his emotions.

Pei Hansheng used to neglect her, subjecting her to years of emotional abuse. She locked herself in Tanshu, internally tormenting herself about why she was going crazy. She clearly loved him, yet she drove him away. She would hold her phone, waiting for his messages, and whenever the screen lit up, she would assume it was him taking the initiative to reconcile.

She never once saw Pei Hansheng lower his head. Every time, he would come back after he had had his fun outside and remembered that he had a home, and then continue living his life with her as if nothing had happened, and the cycle would repeat itself.

She was exhausted; it had drained all of Qiao Wan's energy and love for Pei Hansheng.

Pei Hansheng climbed the stairs and kicked open the door to Qiao Wan's small bedroom.

Qiao Wan was thrown onto the bed by him, her long hair spread out on the silk quilt, her skin porcelain white, as smooth as mutton fat. From Pei Hansheng's angle, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

He loosened his tie, his Adam's apple bobbing, and the next second he knelt beside Qiao Wan, grabbed her wrists, and placed them above her head.

Qiao Wan struggled, but Pei Hansheng pulled up her clothes, leaned down, and left trembling marks on every inch of her skin with his burning kisses.

He never spared his strength and methods in this regard, and with all his skills put to good use, Qiao Wan soon couldn't hold back anymore. She twisted her waist, trying to escape the shameful yet uncontrollable impulse.

Pei Hansheng looked up, admiring his masterpiece through his sweat-dampened hair.

Qiao Wan trembled violently, overwhelmed by the sensory stimulation created by Pei Hansheng. He could turn her into another person with just his lips.

Qiao Wan felt incredibly pathetic. She had already let go in her heart, but her body wouldn't obey her commands. It was as if a switch had been implanted in her, remotely controlled by Pei Hansheng. He could control her at will, and she was equally unable to resist.

Because of this feeling, she bit her lip and sobbed.

Pei Hansheng leaned forward, frowned, pinched her chin, released his grip, stared into her dazed eyes, and sneered:

"You say you don't love me anymore, but your body tells a different story."

His hand landed on Qiao Wan's jeans, he tugged at her belt, grabbed her waist, flipped her over, and slapped her buttocks.

"Let's see if you're more stubborn, or if I'm more stubborn."

Qiao Wan was forced to lie face down on the bed, and there was a rustling sound under her arm that made her feel a little pain.

He raised his hand and looked.

Durex packaging.

Feeling disgusted as if she had swallowed a fly, the tingling and itchy sensation in her body aroused by Pei Hansheng turned into a raging fire. She turned over and slapped him across the face.

"Pei Hansheng, you're disgusting!"

Pei Hansheng had already unbuckled his belt, and instantly lost interest. He got out of bed and put on his pants, his expression one of nonchalant arrogance.

"You're disgusting, but you still enjoy it."

Qiao Wan didn't want to stay there for another second, so she got off the bed, but Pei Hansheng grabbed her and pulled her back.

"Where else would you like to go?"

Without saying a word, Qiao Wan slapped him again, but Pei Hansheng dodged this time and the slap landed on the back of his head.

Pei Han scoffed coldly, pulled Qiao Wan into his arms, grabbed her hands, and squeezed her so tightly she could hardly breathe.

"Aunt Zhang, bring Qiao Wan's medicine."

Zhang Xiu had been prepared for this. Qiao Wan had been taking medication to treat depression. She didn't take it with her when she moved out of Tanshu, but her mood improved a lot, so she stopped taking the medication.

"I don't need medication. I'll be fine as long as I stay away from you."

Pei Hansheng took the pills and water, pinched Qiao Wan's chin: "You still say you're not sick? You're talking nonsense. Be good, open your mouth and take the medicine."

Qiao Wan shook her head in resistance, but Pei Hansheng threw the medicine into his own mouth, kissed Qiao Wan's lips, and forced it into her mouth, then deeper into her throat, kissing them until their faces ached.

After administering the medication, Qiao Wan was exhausted. This medication always made her drowsy, and when she woke up, she was even more irritable. She didn't want to become a madwoman in front of Pei Hansheng.

His clothes were disheveled, his lips were swollen, and he stumbled out.

Pei Hansheng walked out of the room and stood on the second floor watching Qiao Wan come downstairs and leave the Tanshu Villa.

His face was extremely gloomy. He took out his phone and called his subordinates.

"Go talk to the owner of Leyi Winery about the price; I want to acquire it."