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

Inside the private room, everyone ordered drinks and sat on the sofa, chatting casually.

"Who would have thought of coming here? I bet it was the eldest brother."

"Big brother, you're so protective of Qiao Wan, do you like her?"

Fu Yuanzhou glanced at the person who spoke, his eyes suppressing her: "You speak without thinking. Xiao Wan is Han Sheng's wife."

Fifth Brother Jingfan glanced at Pei Hansheng, who was sitting alone without saying a word.

Their hearts are probably not here.

"Second brother, you should get a divorce and give the person to eldest brother. He just likes collecting junk."

Pei Hansheng raised his eyes and stared at the fifth brother, his gaze like a poisoned nail: "You fucking can't speak properly, cut out your tongue and feed it to the pigs."

Jingfan smacked his lips. "My second brother is capable of doing this."

"Second son, you want a divorce?"

Fu Yuanzhou has been conducting research with a medical team in California for many years and was only recently transferred back to Beijing, so there are many things he doesn't know.

Pei Hansheng said in a curt tone, "Whether I divorce you or not, you have no chance anyway."

Fu Yuanzhou put his arm around Pei Hansheng's shoulder, closing the distance between the two.

"Are you really going to leave Xiao Wanli?"

Pei Hansheng broke free from his restraints, leaned back on the sofa, and said casually, "Do you think I'm playing house?"

Fu Yuanzhou ran his fingers along the rim of the cup; his hands had beautifully defined knuckles.

"There's something you don't know. During the time you were in a coma after the car accident, I was examining you, and Xiao Wan was changing your sheets. You left the bed covered in excrement, and it stank so badly that even the caregivers frowned. It wasn't just this one incident. Xiao Wan worked for four months, day and night, just taking care of you. Even if the Pei family doesn't say it, can't you feel how good she is?"

Pei Hansheng sneered, "How could it not be good? She pointed at me and made me write a letter of forgiveness."

Fu Yuanzhou curled his lips into a meaningful smile.

"When you first married Xiao Wan, you said you hated her and wanted revenge. I was worried you'd do something stupid. That time I went back to China to find you at Tanshu, you were in a wheelchair in the garden, playing around with Xiao Wan with a water gun. I hadn't seen you laugh so happily in a long time. I thought you two could go the distance. How did it come to this?"

Pei Hansheng's eyes flashed with layers of malice: "Xiao Wan, Xiao Wan, you call me that so affectionately."

Fu Yuanzhou stared at him, a faint smile playing on his lips: "Hansheng, you care about her."

Pei Hansheng's expression faltered slightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "I care about her to death. She even stabbed a knife into my heart, and I still indulged her, afraid that something might happen to her."

"Xiao Wan is a good girl. She wouldn't do anything to hurt others; she would only hurt herself. If anyone is at fault, it's definitely you."

Pei Hansheng said unhappily, "Are you ever going to stop?"

Fu Yuanzhou then said one last thing: he would never try to persuade him again.

"Nanhe has been our brother for over twenty years, so it's normal for you to take your anger out on Xiaowan. But it's a different story with his sister, Jiang Chunzhi. Love and compensation are not the same thing. I advise you to cherish the people in front of you."

The door to the private room opened, and Qiao Wan pushed the bottles of wine in.

She was dressed in her own clothes, a white sweater and blue jeans, her hair was styled in a low bun, and every strand of hair in front of her forehead was meticulously styled, highlighting the superior proportions of her skull.

A faint smile graced her face, and her lightly made-up cheeks were flushed with a delicate pink hue from her busy work.

The young men present stared at her for a long time, their expressions betraying their true feelings, though they didn't say anything.

In their eyes, Qiao Wan was the least noticeable. She would lower her head and not react no matter how harsh the words were. She was bland and uninteresting, but she could be quite charming if she tidied herself up.

Pei Hansheng draped his arm over the sofa, lifted his eyes, and met Qiao Wan's gaze.

"What's wrong with Chunzhi? She's fine."

The young men snapped out of their daze and turned their gazes toward Pei Hansheng.

"Second brother, do you miss Sister Chunzhi? Call her over."

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes and twirled his fingers: "She's busy; her career is the priority."

"If you don't give her love, of course she can only focus on her career. Chunzhi has been waiting for you for so many years."

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes, his emotions unreadable.

Jiang Chunzhi had always been single. Before his car accident, Jiang Nanhe's biggest concern was his sister's marriage. He kept urging Pei Hansheng to marry Jiang Chunzhi as soon as possible.

At that time, Pei Hansheng had not yet taken over the family business, and the competition among the heirs was fierce and fraught with hidden schemes, so his mind was not on relationships.

When the time was right, he got into another car accident.

If Jiang Nanhe doesn't wake up, Pei Hansheng will owe him for the rest of his life.

Qiao Wan was left standing to the side, her presence somewhat superfluous.

Fu Yuanzhou smiled encouragingly, "Xiao Wan, is the sommelier about to open the bottles for us? Do you need my help?"

"This is my job, and I'm happy to serve you."

Qiao Wan smiled slightly, picked up the red wine, and faced the guest with the label on the bottle: "The first wine is from..."

"Stop!" Jing Fan interrupted her, "You're just a wine pourer, why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Xiao Wan, let's just open these bottles. Fifth Brother will pay."

Fu Yuanzhou got up, picked up the tools to help open the corks, and took the initiative to finish all of Qiao Wan's work.

Qiao Wan looked up at Fu Yuanzhou's deep and composed profile.

Every time I'm around him, I have this strange feeling of familiarity; it's like we've met somewhere before.

Pei Hansheng's gaze lingered between the two, a storm brewing in his eyes: "How about we drink a toast together?"

Fu Yuanzhou looked at Pei Hansheng: "Good idea, let's drink with Xiao Wan."

Pei Hansheng's dark eyes flashed with a fierce and ruthless light: "Qiao Wan, you dare?"

"Look at him, so stingy." Fu Yuanzhou slowly poured a glass of wine and handed it to Qiao Wan: "I told you and Pei Hansheng to drink. You two didn't even have a wedding banquet, so let's make up for it today."

Qiao Wan bit her lip, her face turning deathly pale: "Big brother, stop joking, we should get a divorce soon."

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and my nose started to sting as soon as she opened her mouth.

Fu Yuanzhou leaned down and listened intently: "Xiao Wan, what did you say?"

Pei Hansheng's figure flashed over like a jaguar, a cold glint in his eyes: "Is that enough? You're like the Pacific police, meddling in my home."

Fu Yuanzhou still smiled and said, "If you're good to Xiao Wan, I'll see it through to the end."

Pei Hansheng's cold, hawk-like gaze was fixed on Qiao Wan, filled with suspicion.

Qiao Wan lowered her head, swallowing the sob in her throat: "Here's the bill. Please check it, and my service will be finished."

She walked up to Jing Fan.

Jing Fan scoffed dismissively, glancing at the bill between two fingers.

He jumped up: "Rob the young master? A bottle of wine costs a million? You're trying to rip me off!"

Qiao Wan said calmly, "The Romanée-Conti and Screaming Eagle wines you ordered are both million-dollar masterpieces. The former is the king of wines, with an annual production of 4 to 6 bottles, and the latter has an even smaller production.

Why didn't you say so sooner?

"The wine label is like an ID card for each bottle of wine, which can quickly determine its value. You can choose to skip it when I introduce it."

Jing Fan was losing face.

What makes Qiao Wan think she can teach him? She's just some trash from all walks of life. Does marrying into a wealthy family make her think she's turned a chicken into a phoenix?

"Do I need your nagging? Is this how you treat God?"

"It's my fault, I was offended."

Qiao Wan gave Jing Fan a way out, avoiding making him feel embarrassed. This order earned her a commission of tens of thousands of yuan, and she might still need to rely on them for a living in the future.

After completing the formalities, she left the private room.

Fu Yuanzhou chased after her from inside: "Xiao Wan."

"Big brother."

"If you've decided to divorce Fu Hansheng, I can introduce you to a better place."

"Brother, I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

"Really? Where is it?"

Qiao Wan smiled and said, "Maybe I'm overthinking it, brother. I'm going to take care of something else in another private room."

The circle she came into contact with through Pei Hansheng was people she couldn't reach, and she shouldn't have any unrealistic expectations of.

Fu Yuanzhou watched Qiao Wan leave, then turned around and met Pei Hansheng's terrifyingly dark eyes.

"Brother, who do you want to introduce her to? Qiao Wan is all alone in the capital, and her relatives in Hong Kong are a bunch of bloodsuckers. Apart from the Pei family, who else would dare to take her?"

Qiao Wan was an abandoned baby and adopted by adoptive parents in Hong Kong. They abused her when she was young and made her pay off their debts when she grew up. They even took all of Qiao Wan's college scholarship money to raise their son.

They even came to ask Pei Hansheng for money, and caused trouble at his company, preventing him from doing business. Pei's family was also frequently harassed. In total, they extorted nearly ten million yuan from him.

Qiao Wan's life finally calmed down a bit.