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

it works?

Pei Hansheng felt that this word was a bit strange to describe a woman, and he would never weigh his choice of wife on the scales of self-interest.

"The word 'pure angelica' is used to describe objects. Under certain conditions, it can also describe people, such as business cooperation or relationships that are merely based on mutual benefit. But it is definitely not marriage. Marriage requires sincerity."

Jiang Chunzhi wouldn't listen to a word: "But your marriage was a complete fraud, with no real feelings whatsoever."

Pei Hansheng's eyes were cold and deep; he seemed to understand Jiang Chunzhi's meaning.

She wanted him to divorce Qiao Wan and then marry her.

Even if my marriage is unhappy, I will not marry you. My feelings for you are more about responsibility than romantic love.

Jiang Chunzhi's eyes suddenly dimmed, and she stood there stiffly, opening her mouth:

"If you don't like me, then who do you like?"

The image of Qiao Wan involuntarily surfaced in Pei Hansheng's mind.

He might have some affection for Qiao Wan, but more than that, he enjoyed the thrill of possessing her. Four years had passed, and he hadn't grown tired of her, nor did he want to change wives.

Pei Hansheng leaned back in his chair, looking at Jiang Chunzhi with a relaxed and languid posture: "In short, we can't be together. I will always treat you as my sister and take care of you in place of Jiang Nanhe."

Jiang Chunzhi couldn't accept that he would say such cruel words. With tears in her eyes, she questioned Pei Hansheng, "What about all those promises you made before? You said you would marry me when you grew up."

People change, and so do feelings.

Pei Hansheng looked away and gazed out the window.

When he was young, everyone said that he and Jiang Chunzhi were a couple. Their parents had arranged their marriage early on. He also thought that he would be like all the descendants of noble families, marrying into a powerful family to solidify the family's foundation.

For a long time, marrying Jiang Chunzhi was a routine task in his life plan, and having a few more heirs to carry on the family line was a framework that his predecessors had already set. He just needed to follow the established direction.

Until a car accident occurred, Qiao Wan's appearance was like a loose screw in his orderly world, bringing a different kind of freshness amidst the chaos.

"You've fallen in love with Qiao Wan, haven't you?"

Pei Hansheng snapped out of his thoughts, looked at Jiang Chunzhi across from him whose eyes were red from crying, and handed her a tissue to wipe her tears.

"It's getting late, I'll take you back to Chiang Kai-shek's residence."

Jiang Chunzhi took the tissue, wiped away her tears, and forced a smile as she faced Pei Hansheng.

"If my existence is really causing you trouble, you don't have to be responsible for me. My love for you is pure, so I hope you will reciprocate with the same feelings. If you can't, then I don't want it anymore."

She understood that Pei Hansheng wanted to distance himself from her tonight, and if she continued to pester him, he would only get annoyed even faster.

Why not take a step back to move forward, and go all out? Their fourteen-year relationship still has a foundation, and his sense of guilt remains. In that case, she will always have the right to stay by his side, and it's only a matter of time before she takes his place.

Pei Hansheng was indeed moved by Jiang Chunzhi's words.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'll help you with anything you need in the future, as your older brother."

Jiang Chunzhi swallowed her tears hard, her mouth filled with the taste of blood.

She forced a smile, without a trace of complaint or blame.

"Hansheng, I understand and respect your decision. I'm going to the hotel now. Goodbye."

Pei Hansheng glanced at the time; it wasn't safe for a lone woman to stay in a hotel in the early hours of the morning.

"Why not go back to Chiang Kai-shek's residence?"

"If I go back looking like this, my parents will definitely worry."

Which hotel to go to?

"Any of these attachments will do."

"Mermore isn't far, just a ten-minute drive, but are you sure you don't want to go home?"

"Hmm, no reply."

"I send you."

Jiang Chunzhi walked ahead, and while Pei Hansheng was settling the bill, she sent Zhao Youran a message: [Come quickly to the Tianjie Meimo Meier Hotel, take lots of photos, and send them to Qiao Wan.]

[clear.]

Zhao Youran is still awake.

In the dead of night, she recalled how passionately Pei Hansheng and Qiao Wan had kissed during the day. The image burned within her like a fire, and she was just about to use some small toys to relieve the heat when she received a message from Jiang Chunzhi.

She would go to great lengths to cooperate with anything that could make Qiao Wan unhappy.

I immediately got out of bed, changed my clothes, and drove to the hotel entrance to stake out the location.

A short while later, Pei Hansheng's car stopped in front of the hotel. The hotel manager went over to greet them and opened the car door to let the two of them out.

"Chunzhi is staying in my suite tonight. I'll fulfill all her needs."

"Don't worry, Mr. Pei, we will definitely take good care of Miss Jiang."

Pei Hansheng nodded and was about to get into the car.

Jiang Chunzhi suddenly grabbed his hand, her expression very sad.

"My brother always hugs me when he takes me home. I haven't felt his warmth in so long. Can his voice fulfill my small wish?"

Pei Hansheng curled his lips into a smile: "Of course."

He raised an arm, and Jiang Chunzhi threw herself into his arms, tilted her head back, and quickly kissed his lips.

Pei Hansheng frowned and subconsciously stepped back, but the kiss had already been captured by Zhao Youran. From her angle, it looked like a pair of lovers reluctant to part, and with the added winter atmosphere, it was simply perfect.

Zhao Youran appreciated it with satisfaction, and finally felt relieved.

She sent the video and photos to Qiao Wan: [Did you see that? It's so late, Han Sheng is keeping Chun Zhi company outside to cheer her up. You must be lonely sleeping alone in an empty room, poor widow.]

Qiao Wan is a light sleeper; she wakes up as soon as her phone rings.

She rubbed her eyes, reached for her phone, opened the messages, and saw videos and photos.

[Who are you?]

[I am Zhao Youran. Remember this number. I will update you with glimpses of Han Sheng and Chun Zhi's loving daily life from time to time until you divorce, or until you suffer a relapse of depression and take your own life.]

Zhao Youran's resentment was palpable even through the screen, and Qiao Wan was wide awake and in a bad mood.

She sat up and realized that she was wearing the sheer, transparent nightgown that Pei Hansheng had given her.

Jiang Chunzhi also wore it.

Feeling disgusted, she took off her pajamas, threw them in the trash, and changed into pajamas she had bought herself.

I went downstairs and looked around. Pei Hansheng wasn't home, and her USB drive was gone too.

He probably watched Jiang Chunzhi's video and went to comfort her. Even in that situation, he could still kiss her; that's true love.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath. It seemed that these videos posed no threat to Pei Hansheng. He didn't care and could help Jiang Chunzhi cover up the scandal. So, forcing him to divorce her was not an option.

She was a little annoyed, her mind filled with thoughts of how to get a divorce. She took a can of beer from the refrigerator, sat down at the island counter, and just as she opened it, the sound of a car engine came from the yard.

Pei Hansheng returned and saw Qiao Wan holding a beer can and barefoot as soon as he entered the door.

He walked over, his brow furrowed in displeasure: "Who gave you permission to drink? And why aren't you wearing socks? Don't you know how cold you are?"

He bent down, intending to carry Qiao Wan back to the bedroom to sleep.

She kicked him hard in the lower abdomen, pushing him away.

"Get away from me, you're disgusting!"

Pei Hansheng, still icy, looked down at Qiao Wan with a cold face. Her rejecting gaze was colder than ice, and the disgust in her eyes made him seem like some kind of repulsive monster.

Qiao Wan felt like two sharp blades were hanging over her head. She grabbed a beer, wanting to drink to bolster her courage.

Pei Hansheng snatched the can, squeezing it out of shape in his hand, spilling the liquor all over the floor. His face was stormy as he hoisted Qiao Wan up his shoulder and carried her upstairs.

"If you find me disgusting, then just put up with it!"

Qiao Wan kicked wildly at his chest with her slender legs, biting the hard flesh on his arm: "I've had enough! I want a divorce!"