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

Qiao Wan took a taxi to the hotel where Yi Yanzhi was staying.

Pei Hansheng's car followed closely behind like a ghost.

Upon arriving at the hotel entrance, Qiao Wan got out of the car, glanced around, and quickened her pace as she walked into the lobby.

Pei Hansheng was in a corner not far away, his car hidden in the night. His dark eyes were bright and dark, exuding a dangerous aura like a beast. He was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that it was almost deformed from his grip.

Anger and hatred overwhelmed him, causing him to completely lose his mind.

As soon as he got out of the car and entered the hotel, the staff were intimidated by his aura, and the lobby manager trembled in front of him.

"Sir, what service do you require?"

Pei Hansheng opened his phone's photo album, clicked on a marriage certificate, and saw a photo of him and Qiao Wan. One of them smiled perfunctorily and reluctantly, while the other had a cold and unwilling expression, neither of them showing the happiness a groom should have.

"Find out which room this woman went to."

The lobby manager, clearly there to catch someone in the act, swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, sir, but we cannot disclose a guest's privacy. We suggest you contact her directly."

Pei Hansheng grabbed the other person by the neck and slammed them against the luxurious marble wall, causing screams and panic.

"Finding your own wife is no privacy whatsoever! Go check it out, or I'll break your neck."

The lobby manager rolled his eyes upwards, and the alarmed general manager rushed over: "Mr. Pei, I'm so sorry, my subordinates don't know the rules. I'll check for you personally."

The man before them was a prince of the capital, who single-handedly wielded power in both the political and business worlds. The hotel general manager dared not neglect him and invited him to his office.

……

Yi Yanzhi stayed in a luxury suite at the hotel.

Qiao Wan stood at the door, took a deep breath, and knocked on his door.

The door opened, and a wicked and wild man in a bathrobe, swirling a glass of red wine, was admiring the dazzling fireworks display outside the window.

He had a smile on his lips, and was in a good mood.

"You've arrived, please come in."

Qiao Wan walked into the room and stood in the living room, her expression indifferent, aloof, and polite, giving people a sense of distance.

In Yi Yanzhi's eyes, Qiao Wan was different from the sluts around him. She was a rare flower that bloomed in the slums. Despite being covered in mud, she had a tough and resilient spirit that made people wary and dare not mess with her.

"Are you made of wood? Sit down and talk."

Qiao Wan smiled slightly: "Mr. Yi, you summoned me, and here I am. Let's get straight to the point."

Yi Yanzhi sat on the leather sofa, crossed his legs, and spread his arms, adopting an offensive, encircling posture.

"I asked you to come back to Hong Kong with me. What's your decision?"

Qiao Wan neither agreed nor refused.

"I have conditions. First, I hope you will never tell anyone about what happened at Yongle Palace, as it concerns Ye Jizhou's future. Second, help me find my biological parents."

Yi Yanzhi's expression suddenly changed.

"Your behavior is disgusting! I helped you a lot during those years in Hong Kong, and I only have one small request. How dare you try to negotiate with me?"

It's all because of Ye Jizhou, that poor boy from a poor family, who only has useless arrogance and can only hold Qiao Wan back. I really don't know what Qiao Wan likes about him.

Qiao Wan remained unmoved and said calmly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Yi."

Yi Yanzhi took a deep breath, somewhat angry. Qiao Wan was always like this, saying the sweetest words but with a heart harder than a knife. She could control his temper with this trick.

When are you getting a divorce?

"They've already divorced."

"After the divorce, would you consider being with me?"

"I never thought about finding a stepfather for my child."

Yi Yanzhi looked astonished: "A child?"

Qiao Wan hesitated, her lips trembling, before she could explain.

The door lock beeped as it was kicked open from the outside.

Pei Hansheng walked into the room, glanced at the two people alone, and then looked at Qiao Wan: "Button up your clothes and get in the car to wait for me."

Qiao Wan's habit of not buttoning the first button was, in Pei Hansheng's eyes, irrefutable evidence of her infidelity.

Yi Yanzhi smashed a wine glass and stood up: "Damn it, do you think you can just barge into my territory like that?"

Pei Hansheng clenched his fists: "My woman, you think you can just go and meet her whenever you want?"

Yi Yanzhi has a gun, and Pei Hansheng's fists can kill a person, but he is still a human being, and he may suffer a loss if they really fight.

Qiao Wan grabbed Pei Hansheng and pulled him outside.

"Pei Hansheng, stop fooling around and get out of here."

Pei Hansheng abruptly shook off Qiao Wan's hand: "Don't touch me, I find it disgusting!"

Qiao Wan was kicked outside by him, her mind still reeling, when the door slammed shut.

Inside, there was a chaotic clattering and clanging. She stood there, her eyes lowered, her heart sinking deeper and deeper into an icy abyss.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again, and Pei Hansheng walked out. His fists were stained with blood, his right arm hung limply, and the way he closed the door was also somewhat strange.

That arm must be broken.

Yi Yanzhi was lying on the ground, which was covered in blood. Qiao Wan wanted to go in and take a look, but Pei Hansheng dragged her to the elevator.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, indicating he was injured and in excruciating pain, yet his other hand gripped Qiao Wan tightly, his humiliation never ceasing.

"Just how many good things have you done behind my back? You have a whole host of dark secrets in Hong Kong, and you even had a child with another man in Beijing. How could I have married such a shameless woman?"

Qiao Wan's face was deathly pale. Her thin figure was reflected in the elevator mirror, along with the merciless mockery on Pei Hansheng's face.

Her lips trembled, her heart felt like it had been torn in two, and he had spoken words that pierced her heart, yet she still couldn't help but care.

Are you hurt? Let's go to the hospital.

Pei Hansheng hated her attitude of not uttering a single word in defense: "Qiao Wan, you're filthy!"

Qiao Wan did not resist, worried that it would worsen Pei Hansheng's injuries, and let him pull her into the car.

Pei Hansheng couldn't move one of his arms at all, and he couldn't drive the car. Qiao Wan knew how fierce Yi Yanzhi was in a fight, and Pei Hansheng was seriously injured.

She opened the driver's side door: "I'll drive you to the hospital."

Pei Hansheng sat there, looking helpless and ashen-faced: "Why didn't you think of this earlier? I don't need your sympathy now."

"Stop being stubborn, now is not the time to argue."

Qiao Wan dragged Pei Hansheng out, put his uninjured arm on her shoulder, and helped him sit in the back row.

She sat in the driver's seat, fastened her seatbelt, glanced at Pei Hansheng through the rearview mirror, and spoke in a light tone.

"Pei Hansheng, whether we get divorced or break up in the future, I hope you will be well and never get hurt again."

She started the car and drove it fast and steadily.

Pei Hansheng's gloomy face was cut by the light and shadow outside the window, half in light and half in shadow. His heart was like a discarded object, left in a corner, never to be restored.

Divorce or a complete break? It seems there's no third way for their marriage to continue.