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

Qiao Wan ran all the way out of Tanshu, squatted by the flower bed, and spat out the pills that had melted and shrunk from her mouth.

She wiped the water off with a tissue and examined it in the sunlight.

The English abbreviations engraved on it still had faint traces, so she took out her phone to search for them.

Ha ha.

Pei Hansheng fed her banned drugs. These drugs would put the brain in an abnormally active state, and if taken continuously for a period of time, they would cause hallucinations and hysteria, and the person would collapse.

She was horrified. How could this kind of medicine be in her bottle used to treat depression?

She may have been eating it for a long time without realizing it; what she thought was a bout of madness during that period actually had another cause...

Qiao Wan coldly curled her lips, wrapped the pill in a clean tissue, and went straight to the testing center.

The staff member, holding the report, looked at her with surprise.

"Miss, where did you get this drug? It's a kind of micro-drug, it's addictive, didn't you realize that?"

"No wonder." Qiao Wan suddenly realized that she had been struggling with madness and near death, but she was sinking deeper and deeper into endless pain. It turned out that it wasn't that she was sick.

"I'm calling the police; someone secretly switched my medicine bottle."

Qiao Wan took out her phone, and a staff member asked, "Miss, are you married? In this situation, it's very likely your spouse."

Qiao Wan paused as she dialed the number.

She put away her phone, deciding to investigate privately herself.

She put away the report and walked out of the testing center, hating herself for not being hard-hearted. If this was Pei Hansheng's way of imprisoning her, it seemed there was nothing she could do about it.

He could control everything for Jiang Chunzhi, and he could also use any means necessary to make her suffer unbearably. His love and his lack of love were so extreme, so intense that they were unforgettable.

A brand-new car slowly came to a stop in front of her. Qiao Wan looked up and saw the devilishly handsome man in the driver's seat beckoning to her.

Speaking in Hong Kong-accented Mandarin with a Cantonese accent: "My new car, isn't it cool?"

Qiao Wan stood there. Yi Yanzhi and Pei Hansheng were very similar; they both loved buying cars. The underground garage of Tanshu was filled with the world's top luxury cars. Pei Hansheng liked to carry Qiao Wan, who had just finished taking a shower, down to the hood of the car and take many photos and videos with his DSLR camera.

She tugged at the towel covering her body, but it couldn't cover her lower body, leaving streaks of water on the car body.

She looked timidly at Pei Hansheng and asked, "What are you filming?"

Pei Hansheng looked down at the photos, his eyes burning with intensity: "For business trips."

She didn't understand what it meant until she saw a private photo album on his phone, full of Qiao Wan's photos—beautiful legs, beautiful breasts, and dazzlingly white skin.

Before this, Pei Hansheng was seen as flirtatious and romantic in Qiao Wan's eyes, but now he has a hidden savagery and vulgarity. The image of that high and mighty ruler is gone forever.

At that time, they hadn't broken through that barrier yet. Pei Hansheng was always lukewarm towards her. Perhaps he had other women to vent his frustrations on, and even though he had her photos, he was unwilling to touch her.

Perhaps in his eyes, she had always been dirty.

The sound of snapping fingers rang in his ears, and Yi Yanzhi's angry face loomed larger.

"Has anyone told you that people who don't answer Mr. Yi's questions are hanged from lampposts in Victoria Harbour?"

Qiao Wan snapped out of her thoughts and gave a standard, distant, polite smile.

"Mr. Yi, the new car is beautiful, and the price must be very attractive as well."

"Let me take you on a tour."

Yi Yanzhi opened the passenger door, a smug look on his face: "You're the first woman to get into my new car."

Qiao Wan was too lazy to complain about him.

Yi Yanzhi changes his car an average of three times a month, as frequently as he changes women.

Qiao Wan glanced at the time, opened the back door, and got in.

"Please take me to Le Yi Winery, thank you."

Yi Yanzhi held the steering wheel with one hand, glancing back at Qiao Wan from time to time. His car drove haphazardly on the road, but because it was so expensive, the surrounding cars had to give way to him, making a free and unobstructed passage.

When are you going back to Hong Kong?

Qiao Wan turned her head to look out the window: "I have no plans."

Yi Yanzhi withdrew his gaze, his eyes suddenly turning cold and filled with murderous intent.

"What, you've forgotten your old profession just because you came to the capital to study and get married?"

Qiao Wan froze, her fingers clenched, as if a bottomless black hole in her heart was reaching out a hand, urging her to fall.

Yi Yanzhi curled his lips: "As long as you come back with me, that position will still be yours."

Qiao Wan closed her eyes, and those memories she had sealed away, those past events she had desperately tried to get rid of, once again swallowed her up in the darkest place.

Yi Yanzhi parked the car at the entrance of the winery, turned around and saw Qiao Wan's small face was deathly pale. He stared at his artwork, his eyes filled with madness and insanity.

"Qiao Wan, you belong to Yongle Palace, not to this birdcage of the capital."

Qiao Wan opened her eyes, tears welling up in them: "I beg Mr. Yi, please don't tell anyone about this."

Yi Yanzhi wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes with his fingertips, a smile playing on his lips, his voice gentle and intoxicating: "It's so good, I now have your weakness."

Qiao Wan turned her face away, dodging his hand, and looked out the car window with reddened eyes.

The man standing at the door chatting and laughing with An Leyi, was that Pei Hansheng?

She thought she was seeing things, so she rubbed her eyes. Pei Hansheng turned his gaze to her, staring directly at her, forcefully capturing her attention.

Qiao Wan then realized that Pei Hansheng had seen everything she and Yi Yanzhi did in the car.

She quickly got out of the car.

"I'll be waiting for you at the hotel tonight, or I'll tell him the secret." Yi Yanzhi made an aiming motion, pointing the gun directly at Pei Hansheng: "Your husband."

"I understand," Qiao Wan said softly, closing the car door. As she turned around, she bumped into a solid chest.

Her eyes were still red and misty with tears, and Pei Hansheng's sharp gaze darkened in an instant.

"What are you talking about? Or are you reminiscing about the wonderful times in Hong Kong, and he's bewitched you?"

Qiao Wan was speechless: "What are you doing at the winery?"

Before Pei Hansheng could speak, Jiang Chunzhi called out from not far away: "Hansheng, quickly take a picture for me. Thank you for acquiring such a beautiful winery for me. I want to take some beautiful pictures to commemorate this."

Pei Hansheng's gaze swept over Qiao Wan, then looked in the direction of Jiang Chunzhi, and followed her: "You're here."

Qiao Wan stood there blankly for a while. Then she turned her head to look at the fountain garden.

Pei Hansheng actually acquired Leyi Winery, all for Jiang Chunzhi's sake. The place she worked so hard to stay in, to others, was something that could be owned by simply filling in a string of numbers on a cash receipt. What would happen then? She desperately tried to escape Tanshu, but their shadows were still everywhere.

The capital city is a cage more luxurious and alluring than the sandalwood villa.

"Hello, can you help me?"

Qiao Wan felt a tap on her shoulder from behind. She looked over and saw a timid young girl with a swollen face and five fingers clearly visible.

"What happened? How can I help you?"

Zhang Manman secretly glanced in Pei Hansheng's direction.

"I know he's your husband. Jiang Chunzhi is a devil, so evil. She destroyed your family and ruined my life. I'm going crazy. What should I do? What should I do?"

Qiao Wan narrowed her eyes and handed the girl a tissue: "Don't rush, let's go inside and find a place to talk slowly."