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

Pei Hansheng was dressed in a black turtleneck sweater and matching casual trousers. It was quite cold outside, but he didn't wear a coat.

The splint on his forearm was wrapped in white bandages, but it didn't detract from his handsome appearance at all. Standing in the service hall of the police station, his demeanor was exceptionally outstanding.

Qiao Wan glanced over and said, "What do you mean you went abroad? You're probably hiding in a warm bed with women and kids."

Pei Hansheng's indifferent gaze swept around, finally settling on Qiao Wan, his eyes softening slightly.

Come over here.

Qiao Wan walked to the man's side. The warm winter sun shone through the window onto her face, making her skin appear radiant.

The people in the room looked at them with gossipy eyes, their expressions shifting from disbelief to confusion.

Pei Hansheng's secret wife is quite different from the rumored childhood sweetheart, the daughter of the Jiang family. Mrs. Pei seems to be a very patient and tolerant woman, the kind that rich men like—gentle and easy to control.

"Mr. Pei, just sign this, and you can take your wife away."

Pei Hansheng remained indifferent and did not accept the pen offered to him by the other party with both hands.

"Where are the kidnappers?"

"He has been transferred to a detention center. He kidnapped your wife, and we will deal with him according to the law."

"If he doesn't get the death penalty, I'll fill in for him when he gets out."

The other person paused for a moment, then chuckled awkwardly, "Haha, Mr. Pei is so humorous."

Pei Hansheng wasn't joking; his face was cold as he turned to look at Qiao Wan.

"Why didn't you ask Goldman Sachs to send it to you? Why didn't you contact me immediately?"

Under the gaze of everyone in the room, Qiao Wan said with a hint of coquettishness, "I contacted her, and she said you were taking a shower."

A sinister look flashed across Pei Hansheng's face.

He didn't say anything to explain, but his expression softened considerably.

In public, Qiao Wan gave him plenty of face, which he enjoyed. She always knew how to please him, but he could no longer find any genuine emotion in her eyes.

"The driver is outside. Get in the car and wait for me."

Qiao Wan obeyed. She was in a hurry, and when she reached the door, she heard Pei Hansheng instructing those people to delete the photos they had just taken and not to post them online.

It's always been like this; she and her marriage are something that can't be made public.

After waiting for a while, Pei Hansheng got into the car.

"Back to Tanshu."

Qiao Wan said, "Please take me to Yuexi Bay first, thank you."

Pei Hansheng glanced sideways, his sharp eyebrows and eyes frosty.

"Who's at Yuexi Bay?"

"Talking to clients."

"Did I approve it?"

"Sister Leyi is my direct supervisor, and no one at the winery can control me."

Pei Hansheng took out his phone: "I'm going to become your boss's boss right now."

Qiao Wan pressed down on his hand as he made the call.

"Pei Hansheng, this is really pointless. Since you're in the capital, let's go and get the formalities done."

"What do you mean it's boring? I find it quite interesting."

Qiao Wan finally said something she had been holding back for a long time: "Living with you is really boring."

Pei Hansheng's face tensed, and he gritted his teeth: "Tell me how it's boring."

Qiao Wan turned her head to look out the window: "There's no point in saying this."

Pei Hansheng pinched her face, turned her to face him, and stared into Qiao Wan's eyes.

"Who would you even be talking to? The petty thug you booked a room with last night, or the biological father of your bastard child?"

Snapped!

A resounding slap left five clear finger marks on Pei Hansheng's cheek.

He curled his lips into a mocking smile, the fire raging in his eyes threatening to consume him.

"Oh, right, there's also an old flame who's about to be released from prison. You haven't made yourself thirsty at all during the years I've been abroad."

Without a word, Qiao Wan slapped him again. Pei Hansheng grabbed her hand and stopped her in mid-air. He leaned down to kiss Qiao Wan's lips, but Qiao Wan dodged left and right.

Now Pei Hansheng realized the disadvantage of having only one arm: he couldn't kiss her at all.

He lowered his hand, pressed it against Qiao Wan's body, and pressed her against the chair. He suddenly kissed her lips, but Qiao Wan bit his mouth hard with her sharp teeth. He cried out in pain and released her.

The car arrived at Yuexi Bay, and Qiao Wan pushed Pei Hansheng away forcefully and got out of the car.

Pei Hansheng glanced at the impressive and unique glass building. All the signs were labeled in five languages. This area was the office area for foreign consulates and there were many foreign businesses. He also had projects here.

He got out of the car and walked through Gate No. 5, which Qiao Wan had just entered.

In the lobby, by the window, Qiao Wan was talking to three blond, blue-eyed foreign men. She was confident and poised, exuding charm with every gesture.

Pei Hansheng stopped in his tracks and squinted as he observed.

Over the years, Qiao Wan has become less and less fond of smiling. She would either be lost in thought or arguing with him with tears in her eyes. After she left, she gradually started to smile more often.

He could clearly feel a part of his body slowly disappearing, and his heart growing increasingly empty.

Behind him, a woman patted him on the shoulder, came up to him, and looked him up and down.

"Pei Hansheng, how did you hurt your hand? And your lips are swollen too."

Pei Hansheng replied nonchalantly, "Bite."

"Who bit her? It must have been Chunzhi. We haven't had a chance to get together since she came back to China. Let's bring her out tonight to hang out."

The speaker was Chu Youran, a senior a year ahead of Pei Hansheng and Jiang Chunzhi, who shared a classmate.

"I noticed you kept staring over there. Do you know that woman?"

Pei Hansheng looked in Qiao Wan's direction but didn't say anything.

"Her name is Qiao Wan. She's a rising socialite in Beijing's circles. She's very aggressive in selling red wine. Foreigners like that kind of person. She's daring and doesn't have any bottom line."

Chu Youran runs a foreign trade business in this area, and Qiao Wan's name has spread far and wide. Everyone says she is both beautiful and hardworking, achieving monthly sales of over ten million yuan. As for how she earned it, of course, it's her pretty face.

As soon as Chu Youran finished speaking, she sensed that Pei Hansheng's expression was very unpleasant, and he seemed somewhat angry.

She secretly curled her lips, a smug look rising in her eyes.

"Did you know Chun-Chi has been sick lately? She went to see a psychiatrist alone; it's probably an emotional issue. Ever since her brother's car accident, she seems to have been taking medication. Stop focusing on other women and pay more attention to Chun-Chi."

Pei Hansheng paused for a moment.

He always paid extra attention to anything related to Jiang Chunzhi.

"I'll go ask."

He turned around and walked out, got into his car and called Jiang Chunzhi.

"Chu Youran said you went to see a psychologist, what happened?"

"Hansheng, I'm fine, don't worry."

Jiang Chunzhi said she was fine, but her voice was trembling with tears, clearly indicating that she had just been crying.

Where are you? I'm coming to find you.

"I'm at home, feeling cold. My parents want to marry me off, but I have someone I love and I won't marry anyone else. Could you come to my house?"

"Okay, I'll be right there. Go and apply a warm towel to your eyes. Take out the vinyl record I gave you and listen to it; it'll make you feel better."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Hansheng glanced in Qiao Wan's direction, ignoring the overwhelming sense of loss in his heart, and instructed the driver to go to Jiang's mansion.

Chu Youran stood not far away, watching Pei Hansheng leave, then turned and glanced at Qiao Wan with hostility in her eyes.

She secretly snapped a picture of Qiao Wan's profile, her eyes blazing with jealousy, and sent it to Jiang Chunzhi on WeChat with the text message: [She's so ugly, like a wild boar from the mountains. Her stench of poverty is enough to knock me out from this distance.]

This made Jiang Chunzhi giggle.

"Chunzhi, Hansheng still loves you. Qiao Wan is no threat to you."

"Sister You Ran, thank you for helping me. I'll treat you to a meal next time."

"Invite me to your wedding next time, I'll sit in the bridesmaid section."

Chu Youran's mind is twisted to the point of being perverted; she believes that any woman who gets close to Pei Hansheng deserves to die, except for Jiang Chunzhi.

Perhaps the unrequited love of a girl can never be fulfilled, but Jiang Chunzhi can easily have it, so he projects this wish onto Jiang Chunzhi, and every woman after that becomes her imaginary enemy.