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

Pei Hansheng suppressed the irritation in his chest, covered the back of Qiao Wan's head, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.

"Ugh... let go..."

Pei Hansheng's kiss was fierce and urgent, aggressive and pressing. Qiao Wan backed away and crashed open the villa door.

Zhao Youran was still outside the door when she witnessed Pei Hansheng forcibly kissing Qiao Wan by gripping her waist with one hand. The kiss was so intense and passionate that it seemed like he was about to devour her, and his kissing skills were so good that it even left a trail of saliva.

Qiao Wan melted in Pei Hansheng's arms, powerless to resist, soft and yielding like a sweet candy, letting the man satisfy his hunger.

Zhao Youran swallowed hard, her heart churning with a mixture of burning jealousy and envy.

If it were her, she would be so happy. Qiao Wan's affected manner and her playing hard to get are really good at acting!

Qiao Wan was almost breathless from the kiss, so she bit Pei Hansheng's tongue hard and pushed him away.

Both of them were panting heavily, their breaths mingling with a frenzied energy.

Pei Hansheng chuckled, gently rubbing her rosy lips with his fingertips, a hint of tenderness in his eyes: "Don't say things like that again, okay?"

Qiao Wan didn't look at him. She tidied her messy hair and turned around to see Zhao Youran glaring at her with fire in his eyes.

She curled her lips into a mocking smile and strode away from the villa.

Zhao Youran looked away and asked Pei Hansheng with a smile, her tone laced with sarcasm.

"Hansheng, your wife has a terrible temper. More than one person has told me she's a lousy person, with bad character and a promiscuous nature. How can you tolerate kissing her?"

Pei Hansheng's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness: "If you hadn't provoked her, she wouldn't have acted this way."

Zhao Youran was speechless for a moment.

Is she being blamed for kidnapping Qiao Wan?

With a forced laugh, she said, "Look, I've already come to apologize in person, I've knelt down, and I've even been hit. Why are you still bringing this up? Besides, I meant well."

Pei Hansheng raised his hand to straighten his cufflinks, his brows furrowed with displeasure.

"No matter what others say about her, don't do anything that makes me unhappy under the guise of doing it for my own good. Otherwise, it will make me look incompetent, unable to even protect my own woman."

Zhao Youran gazed at Pei Hansheng with infatuation. The way he spoke exuded masculinity, and no matter how she looked at him, he stirred her heart. But it was a waste that he was being secretly taken by that bitch Qiao Wan!

"Hansheng, how can you say such things to Chunzhi?"

Zhao Youran was indignant.

"You started your business abroad, and she went around begging for help for you. That pampered rich girl had to humble herself to give you a chance. But what did Qiao Wan do for you? All she did was stay at home as a rich housewife who didn't have to worry about food or clothing. She even had an affair with another man when you were critically ill and had surgery."

"Enough!" Pei Hansheng's face was icy as he angrily said, "You are not allowed to mention my affairs abroad again. Qiao Wan is unaware of this and doesn't need to know."

Zhao Youran was somewhat surprised.

"You're always speaking up for Qiao Wan now, but what about Chun Zhi's waiting all these years? You've let her down!"

Pei Hansheng didn't want to discuss this topic with Zhao Youran anymore.

He had surgery abroad, and Zhao Youran had donated bone marrow to him. He could forgive and forget some things, but he didn't want her to interfere too much with matters of privacy.

"These things have nothing to do with you."

Zhao Youran felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head. She took a step back, her heart breaking.

She had secretly loved Pei Hansheng for so many years, and was even willing to give her life for him, but in the end, she didn't even have the right to speak to him. In her eyes, Pei Hansheng was a man of affection and righteousness, so how could he have become so heartless?

It must have been Qiao Wan who drugged him, making him selfish and cold.

Pei Hansheng glanced coldly at Zhao Youran and began to dismiss her: "Is there anything else, senior? I'm very busy."

Zhao Youran snapped out of her daze and forced a smile: "I just came to tell you that the kidnapping has nothing to do with Chunzhi. Now that I've said that, I'm leaving."

She turned around, her eyes filled with hatred, her delicate face twisted and distorted, utterly hideous.

As Zhao Youran drove away from Tanshu, she stopped Qiao Wan halfway.

"Mrs. Pei, may I speak to you in private?"

Qiao Wan raised her chin, her eyes full of contempt: "I have nothing to say to the kidnapper."

Zhao Youran gritted her teeth, got out of the car, and approached Qiao Wan with her arms crossed: "I did kidnap you, but Pei Hansheng still won't do anything to me. I can still stand in front of you arrogantly and wantonly. What can you do to me?"

Qiao Wan stared coldly at Zhao Youran: "Lackey, you'll die sooner or later."

Zhao Youran's eyes burned with provocation: "You must be very jealous of Chunzhi, right? She is surrounded by friends and family who love her, and even your husband loves her, but you can't have her. You can only stay alone in an empty house and turn yourself into a hideous madwoman. Qiao Wan, do you know why Pei Hansheng doesn't divorce you? It's because he doesn't want Chunzhi to bear the infamy, but that doesn't stop them from loving each other at all."

Qiao Wan's expression remained completely unchanged: "What's it to you?"

Zhao Youran was stunned. The most heartbreaking thing about the relationship between the three of them was that she had clearly invested her feelings and effort, but in reality, she didn't even have the right to participate.

"Chunzhi's affairs are my affairs."

Qiao Wan was too lazy to waste words with her: "Then go find your master and stop calling me that."

The ride-hailing car she had booked arrived just in time. She checked the license plate number and got in.

The driver took her to the hospital, where Zhang Manman was placed in the morgue. Without any relatives or friends, Qiao Wan wanted to see her off on her final journey.

A death certificate is needed before cremation and burial. Qiao Wan went to Zhang Manman's attending physician to get the certificate, and the doctor handed her a cell phone and an envelope.

"These are things she left in the drawer. The envelope has your name on it. They must be her keepsakes for you."

Qiao Wan took it and unfolded the letter.

Sister Qiao Wan, there's what you want in my phone. I can't hold on much longer, but you can definitely avenge us. I wish you a free and open life. Manman stays.

Qiao Wan's hands were trembling, and a tear fell onto the letter.

Although she and Zhang Manman were complete strangers, she was filled with sadness and regret. They were both on the same path of helplessness, one choosing to resist, while the other didn't even have the chance to struggle. She hated the cruel twist of fate and was determined to get justice for Manman.

After putting the letter away, Qiao Wan opened Zhang Manman's phone. The phone's photo album contained records of the inhumane life she had suffered abroad, as well as evidence of Jiang Chunzhi's sex trafficking.

Qiao Wan put away her phone. Zhang Manman had given her a powerful weapon, and she was thinking about how to use it.

After handling Zhang Manman's funeral arrangements, she made several copies of the video and returned to Tanshu.

Pei Hansheng was home so early, which was rare for him. He was cooking in the kitchen, and the aroma of food filled the villa. He brought out a bowl of pigeon soup.

"Wash your hands and eat."

Qiao Wan had no appetite. She placed a USB drive on the dining table and spoke in a flat tone.

"Here are some videos of Jiang Chunzhi. I think you probably don't want them to be leaked. If you divorce me, I might consider destroying the videos."