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

Pei Hansheng took Qiao Wan back to Tanshu.

I went straight to the bathroom.

First, take off her hospital gown, which is covered in germs, then turn on the shower and wash her thoroughly, inside and out.

He found the splint on his arm annoying and quickly removed it by biting the bandage.

Qiao Wan lowered her head, her whole being sinking into a deep depression. No matter how Pei Hansheng touched her, she didn't react, as if her soul had left her body.

Pei Hansheng then realized that her mental and psychological state had been ravaged by fake drugs, and that encountering another negative stimulus would undoubtedly make matters worse.

He gently pinched her chin, his voice tender: "Qiao Wan, let's stop thinking about that, okay?"

Qiao Wan didn't speak. He picked her up with one hand, pinned her against the wall, and leaned down to nibble on her soft, fragrant body.

She frowned, and finally reacted.

Qiao Wan pressed his shoulder, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "I have AIDS."

Pei Hansheng grabbed her waist and led her to the mirror, his voice hoarse and labored: "If we're going to die, we'll die together."

He used a lot of strength and tried many different methods, which made Qiao Wan cry and shout. The intense physical sensations overcame the shadow in her mind, and he told her not to think about Zhang Manman anymore.

Qiao Wan was so exhausted that she collapsed into Pei Hansheng's arms, like a fish stranded on a beach, gasping for breath with her lips open.

Pei Hansheng washed her again and carried her back to bed.

Qiao Wan's eyes were swollen from crying, and her throat was hoarse from shouting. Pei Hansheng picked up a blanket to cover her body, which was covered with bruises and welts, poured a glass of warm water, and subconsciously opened the drawer to feed her medicine.

But when he saw the bottles of medicine that had been switched, he quickly closed the drawer, as if to express his determination to completely stop the absurd mistake he had made.

Qiao Wan noticed his actions, curled her lips in a mocking smile, and her eyes were filled with indifference.

"Qiao Wan, I didn't know the medicine was switched. Zhang Xiu is dead, so this is enough to give you some closure. I will find you a new nanny to take good care of your health."

Qiao Wan seemed not to hear, turning her gaze to the window, her eyes empty and lifeless.

"Whatever you want—money, a car, or a house—I can compensate you."

His response was still silence.

Qiao Wan closed her eyes wearily: "Get out, I don't want to see you."

Pei Hansheng clenched his hands, feeling like he was going crazy. Knowing he had wronged her, he dared not lose his temper. He put on a bathrobe, turned around, and walked out of the bedroom. He went to the window at the end of the corridor, his body exuding endless loneliness under the cover of night.

Qiao Wan now dislikes him more and more, looking at him as if he were an enemy, and no matter what he says or does, it seems to be wrong.

Feeling irritated, she took out her phone and called Fu Yuanzhou.

"Come to Tanshu."

Fu Yuanzhou got out of bed and changed his clothes in front of the wardrobe.

"Where did you get hurt this time, Hansheng? You're a married man now. Can you stop acting like a young boy and being so impatient? I don't want to sacrifice my sleep to clean up your messes."

Pei Hansheng scoffed, his tone filled with self-abandonment.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't exist. It would be best if I died abroad so I wouldn't cause you any trouble."

Fu Yuanzhou paused, remembering that Pei Hansheng had survived a near-death experience abroad and had a miserable time, and softened his tone: "Stop talking nonsense to me. Did you and Xiao Wan quarrel again? I'm coming over now."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Hansheng looked up at a point in the sky, his expression blank.

All he could hear now were Qiao Wan's words from tonight, and her utterly cold gaze. His heart felt like it had been ripped open with a knife, leaving him numb with pain.

Fu Yuanzhou rushed over and saw him standing there in a daze. He must have suffered some kind of blow. He glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

"What's wrong with Xiaowan?"

Pei Hansheng turned around, looking listless and half-dead.

Fu Yuanzhou had never seen him so dejected before, and sighed, "I'll go take a look."

Pei Hansheng said in a low voice, "She came into contact with the blood of an AIDS patient."

Fu Yuanzhou stopped in his tracks, his face darkening: "Did you take the preventative medication?"

"I ate it within an hour."

Fu Yuanzhou took out his phone and sent a message to his assistant, canceling the medical appointments scheduled for the next month and preparing protective clothing and medicine to take to Tanshu.

After giving his instructions, he glanced at Pei Hansheng with a serious expression: "From now on, you are not allowed to enter the bedroom. I will take care of her."

Pei Hansheng, still half-dead, said with a sullen face, "We just did it."

Fu Yuanzhou suddenly felt that Pei Hansheng was like a madman, or perhaps he had been stimulated by something and was mentally unstable.

"AIDS, sexually transmitted, you didn't know?"

"I know." Pei Hansheng said nonchalantly, "It's not like I haven't died before, what's there to be afraid of?"

Fu Yuanzhou really wanted to punch him: "You take your medicine later, then find a room to isolate yourself. My assistant will be here soon to arrange blood tests for you."

Pei Hansheng looked towards Qiao Wan's bedroom: "I'm going out for a bit. Can you keep an eye on Qiao Wan for me? Zhang Manman jumped off the building in front of her, and she's not in a good mood."

"That Zhang Manman from the Chiang family mansion?" Fu Yuanzhou frowned. "You think this matter has nothing to do with Jiang Chunzhi?"

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes, a deep and indescribable look crossing his face.

Fu Yuanzhou patted his shoulder: "Hansheng, if it really doesn't work out, just get a divorce. It will be a relief for both you and Xiaowan."

Pei Hansheng scoffed, his face suddenly turning cold. He went back to his room, changed his clothes, and was about to leave.

The driver remained outside. Pei Hansheng got into the car, bringing with him a chilling aura of murderous intent, causing Pei Hansheng to shrink back.

"Mr. Pei, where are we going?"

"The Zhao family."

"Yes."

Zhao Qi, the head of the Zhao family in the capital, is an official in the capital. Zhao Qi is Zhao Youran's distant cousin, and there is another layer of relationship between them that is not for outsiders to know.

Pei Hansheng's late-night visit startled the entire Zhao family, and Zhao Qi, along with his wife and children, came to the living room to greet him.

Then they saw Pei Hansheng sitting in the main seat, head down, casually playing with a black gun in his hand.

Zhao Qi had a bad feeling and knelt down in front of Pei Hansheng.

"Mr. Pei, what brings you to my home so late?"

Pei Hansheng glanced at Zhao Qi sideways and slowly wiped his gun: "Today your sister ordered someone to kidnap my wife, and I'm here to demand an explanation."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qi broke out in a cold sweat.

He used his connections to get Zhao Youran released, but since it wasn't convenient for him to show his face, he had someone from the Jiang family pick her up.

"President Pei, I only learned about what my cousin Zhao Youran did from you. I'm truly shocked and angry. I know her; she acts without thinking and is always used as a pawn. Perhaps, for the sake of the Jiang family's daughter, you could let her off this time?"

Pei Hansheng stopped cleaning his gun, slowly raised his gaze, his eyes icy cold: "What does this have to do with Jiang Chunzhi?"

"The Jiang family's daughter is getting close to You Ran, and You Ran has no grudge against your wife. Isn't it obvious who's behind this?"

Zhao Qi was certain that Pei Hansheng would protect Jiang Chunzhi, so he shifted all the blame onto her, and the matter was dropped.

Pei Hansheng twirled the gun between his fingers, let out a cold snort, and pointed the gun at Zhao Qi.

Are you sure?

Zhao Qi trembled all over, wetting his pants: "I'll stake my life on it!"

Pei Hansheng narrowed his eyes, a complex expression flashing across his brows.