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

Pei Hansheng picked up the USB drive, looked at it, then glanced at Qiao Wan's expression and chuckled.

"All you ever think about is how to divorce me. I've already said that Jiang Chunzhi won't affect our marriage. What's the point of having her video?"

He tossed the USB drive aside, pulled out a chair, and sat down, lowering his gaze to conceal the unreadable darkness in his eyes: "I'm hungry. Let's eat."

Qiao Wan stood to the side, feeling powerless every time she mentioned divorce to this man, as if she were punching cotton.

"You eat it yourself."

She tried to leave, but Pei Hansheng grabbed her wrist, and Qiao Wan plopped down on his lap.

"I wasn't satisfied with any of the aunties who came during the day. I've been working from home lately, so I'll cook the meals while you come home for dinner. That's how life should be—a division of labor between men and women."

Qiao Wan frowned: "Who's going to live with you!"

"Stop it, my hand isn't healed yet, and we don't have a housekeeper. This is putting me in a difficult position."

Qiao Wan pursed her lips, lowered her eyes to stare at Pei Hansheng's deeply defined features, and felt a slight jolt in her heart.

"Your hand isn't fully healed, and you're still cooking?"

"The meeting ended at 2 p.m. and we started preparing. We worked until dark. The pigeons were sent by my mom from the old house. I'll make you some nourishing soup."

Pei Hansheng wrapped his long arm around Qiao Wan's slender waist, encircling her, and ladled a bowl of soup with a spoon in one hand.

Qiao Wan's gaze followed his movements, her expression slightly taken aback.

She had felt Pei Hansheng's thoughtfulness a long, long time ago, just like now, gentle and considerate. Tonight, he seemed to have returned to four years ago, as if the rift and conflict of these years had never happened.

She was overwhelmed with gratitude, and her eyes stung with tears.

"You want me to feed you? Then sit down."

Qiao Wan stared into his captivating eyes and, as if possessed, sat down on the dining chair next to him. Pei Hansheng pulled the chair closer to him, and the two of them sat leg to leg.

He scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it, tasted it, and was very satisfied before bringing it to Qiao Wan's lips.

Qiao Wan stared at him, unblinking, somewhat dazed.

Pei Hansheng gave a dashing smile: "Are you going to drink or not?"

Qiao Wan opened her mouth, put the soup spoon into her mouth, and the fresh and fragrant soup slid down her throat, with a hint of sweetness.

"Is it good?"

"not bad."

"Drink more." Pei Hansheng fed her another spoonful, and didn't forget to wipe the corner of her mouth.

Qiao Wan had almost forgotten why she came to Tanshu tonight, and she didn't want to bring up the topic of divorce again at such a tender moment, otherwise Pei Hansheng would definitely be furious.

She also wanted to enjoy this man's tenderness more; she could never resist it, both physically and emotionally.

After feeding her half a bowl of soup, Qiao Wan took the spoon, her cheeks flushed: "You should eat too, the food's getting cold."

"Okay." Pei Hansheng patted her head, a charming smile playing on his lips. "Good girl, Qiao Wan. I wish you could always be this good."

Qiao Wan's hand, which was holding the spoon, paused.

When he said "be good," he meant he hoped she would be like before, not causing trouble or making a fuss, turning a blind eye to his other women, so that he wouldn't be unable to have multiple women on his left and right, surrounded by a group of women.

A mocking smile curled her lips, and Qiao Wan's dejected eyes were reflected in the soup bowl.

It turns out that Pei Hansheng's kindness was conditional, not the love she thought she had.

Qiao Wan really wanted to slap herself hard. At this point, why was she still delusional, thinking that Pei Hansheng would change, and still letting herself be blinded by the little bit of love in his eyes?

After finishing her soup, Qiao Wan wanted to bring up the video of Jiang Chunzhi, but Pei Hansheng seemed to have anticipated this and kissed her on the dining table before she could even speak.

His hand crawled down her leg into the center, deeper and deeper.

There was no peace above or below. Qiao Wan was so confused and disoriented by him that she completely lost control of her body. It was in a restaurant, with a wide garden view outside and security patrol cars passing by from time to time. She felt excited and thrilled.

Pei Hansheng knew best how to control her; he could make her submit to him with just a few moves. Once she was smooth enough, he carried her upstairs. He was in a bit of a hurry and knocked over a floor lamp along the way.

At that moment of connection, Pei Hansheng finally understood what his friend had said.

No marital conflict can be resolved with sex; if not, then have more.

Qiao Wan was particularly moved at this moment. He was utterly enamored with her expression and tried his best to please her. Only in this way could he feel complete possession of Qiao Wan, who belonged only to him. She was captivating and made his heart tremble.

Each time was profound enough, a complete release, and my desire to have a child with her reached its peak.

Several hours later, Pei Hansheng told Qiao Wan that she was too tired to sleep.

He shook his sweaty hair, went into the bathroom to wash himself, came out of the bedroom, found the USB drive in the dining room, and took it to the study to look at it.

The content of the video made him frown even more. He glanced at it briefly, pulled out the USB drive, and called Jiang Chunzhi.

"Is it convenient for you to come out?"

"I'm furious because they stood me up this morning."

"Chunzhi, there's something I need an explanation for."

Hearing the man's deep tone, Jiang Chunzhi realized something was wrong.

"Alright, alright, let's meet at that cafe we ​​both like to go to."

Pei Hansheng's face was cold and stern. He left Qiao Wan alone at home and went to the coffee shop to keep his appointment.

Jiang Chunzhi arrived late, her face still bearing the resentment she felt that morning.

Zhao Youran called her, saying that Pei Hansheng and Qiao Wan were passionately kissing in front of her, completely disregarding the presence of others. She was so jealous that she was wondering what to do when Pei Hansheng asked her out.

If a man is willing to spend his nights with her, it means she is the one he cares about more.

Jiang Chunzhi pulled out a chair and sat down, leaning forward and extending her hand to Pei Hansheng, scolding him, "You stood me up, give me an apology gift."

Pei Hansheng stared at Jiang Chunzhi with a tense, handsome face, unlike his usual easygoing demeanor.

Jiang Chunzhi snorted, picked up her juice and bit the straw: "What's wrong? Why is the atmosphere so serious? Did you quarrel with Mrs. Pei again?"

"During those two years I was abroad, how did you manage to secure all those resources for me?"

Jiang Chunzhi's head buzzed, and the juice in her hand spilled out, but she was completely unaware.

"Han Sheng, I...I..."

Pei Hansheng slammed his hand on the table and said angrily:

"If Jiang Nanhe knew you had done something like this, he would kill me. How am I supposed to explain this to him and to your parents?"

Jiang Chunzhi's tears fell in a downpour: "Hansheng, I did it all for you. Everything was done willingly. For you, I can give up everything, even my chastity."

Pei Hansheng shook his head, feeling an immense weight of responsibility for this woman pressing down on his shoulders.

"I don't need you to sacrifice yourself for me. I can manage without you. Chunzhi, I'm a man. If I need a woman to do things for me, then I'm a useless piece of trash."

Jiang Chunzhi wiped away her tears, and felt a sense of relief and ease.

"I know you can handle those clients just fine without me, but now you see, I love you more than Qiao Wan does, and I'm more useful to your career."