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

Qiao Wan followed Pei Hansheng to the old house. Workers were setting up New Year decorations in the yard, and the parking lot was full of cars, all belonging to relatives and friends who came to pay New Year's visits and give gifts.

The Pei family is a century-old family in the Beijing circle, with great prestige and many relatives, whose connections are intricate. Every year during the Lunar New Year, guests flock to the family. Rong Wenying does not like her to show her face, and in previous years, she has had nothing to do with this lively occasion.

After getting out of the car, bursts of laughter came from the old house. Qiao Wan stood to the side waiting for Pei Hansheng to stop the car, exuding an aloof and detached air.

She wore a pink, beaded jacquard satin jacket in a modern Chinese style, paired with a white lace long skirt.

Pei Hansheng walked to her side.

Qiao Wan didn't smile the whole way, and was always in a daze. He helped her straighten the fox fur on her collar.

"The old house is not as free as the villa. You should have the proper manners. Sometimes it's no wonder my mother makes trouble for you. Don't openly confront her. Even if she can't find fault with you, she can't do anything about it."

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes. She had a hysterical outburst last night and wasn't in a good mood. Pei Hansheng didn't know if she had listened to him or not.

He gazed at her pink and full lips, his Adam's apple bobbing.

He took her hand.

Qiao Wan broke free and carried her bag in both hands.

Pei Hansheng frowned, his cold expression showing some anger.

"Ungrateful wretch."

He walked ahead, striding into the villa.

Qiao Wan sniffed and followed behind him. As soon as she appeared, the noise in the living room stopped abruptly, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked over, scrutinizing Qiao Wan from head to toe.

"Mrs. Pei, this must be Mr. Pei's wife, right? It's the first time I've met her. In previous years when we came, Han Sheng was always accompanied by Miss Jiang..."

Rong Wenying's smile froze. She walked to the entrance and asked Pei Hansheng, "Why did you bring her here? You're getting a divorce, and there are so many people watching. How am I supposed to explain this?"

"Grandpa wants to see Qiao Wan."

"Your grandfather isn't thinking straight, and you've become senile too? Tell her to use connections."

Qiao Wan had already changed her shoes. Ignoring Rong Wenying, she walked straight to the living room, passing through everyone's line of sight as if no one else was there.

She used to be so careful, trying to please this person and that person, exhausting herself, and then being called a clown behind her back.

Now she only cares about the people who love her, and other voices can't hurt her.

"What's wrong with her? Parading around like that, is she blind? Can't she see all these customers? Qiao Wan, you stop right there!"

Rong Wenying chased after her, grabbed Qiao Wan's clothes, and pulled her over.

Qiao Wan pushed her away, and Rong Wenying stumbled backward, but Pei Hansheng caught her quickly.

"Qiao Wan, don't go too far!"

Qiao Wan patted the places on her body that Rong Wenying had touched, still looking indifferent.

"This is nothing. If you don't divorce me, I'll go even crazier."

Rong Wenying clutched her heart, her face still showing terror: "See? If we don't get a divorce, she might kill me!"

Pei Hansheng watched Qiao Wan walk into his grandfather's room, then helped Rong Wenying back to her room and gave her some medicine for her heart condition.

"Mom, don't make things difficult for her. She didn't sleep a wink last night."

"It was my fault for not telling her to sleep; she went crazy and acted out on her own, and now you're blaming me?"

Pei Hansheng was annoyed and said in a bad tone, "Fine, blame me. Marrying her was my own fault."

Rong Wenying remained silent.

After a long silence, she gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "It's all that damn feng shui master's fault! He talked about a ghost marriage, ruining your and Chunzhi's happiness for a lifetime!"

"What's going on with Guan Chunzhi? The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it gets."

Pei Hansheng walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.

He didn't go to the living room to see his friends, but went straight to his grandfather's room. Standing at the door, he saw that the old man had filled the room with valuable treasures.

On the ground were ancient ginseng and bird's nest that others had given him to nourish his body; these were all priceless items. The old man wished he could give his life to pamper Qiao Wan.

"Xiao Wan, what belongs to Grandpa is yours. Tell Pei Hansheng to move it all to the car later."

"Thank you, Grandpa, but I don't want it."

"Why not? If you don't like it, just sell it for money. You're such a little money-grubber, you don't want the money back?"

"Grandpa, I found a job outside, and I can earn money on my own now."

Qiao Wan took out her phone and showed her grandfather her bank account balance: five million.

Pei Xiongkai picked up his reading glasses, brought the phone closer, and exclaimed, "Wow, Xiao Wan earned all of this herself? Xiao Wan's a little rich girl now!"

Qiao Wan said proudly, "Yes, I earned it by selling red wine."

"You're a young lady, selling wine, you must have suffered a lot, right?" Pei Xiongkai's eyes glistened with tears, his heartache was palpable. "It's not like our family can't support you, why did you have to go out and suffer like this?"

Qiao Wan was silent for a moment, then said, "Grandpa, Pei Hansheng and I are going through the divorce process."

Pei Xiongkai adjusted his hearing aid and leaned closer to listen: "Divorce, Xiaowan, are you really sure?"

Qiao Wan nodded and said softly, "Yes, I've thought it through."

Pei Xiongkai looked reluctant and raised his hand to wipe away his tears with his sleeve.

Pei Hansheng put his hands in his pockets and stood at the door with his legs crossed.

In his memory, his grandfather was a man of unyielding spirit, a valiant general on the battlefield, and he had never seen him shed a single tear in his entire life.

Qiao Wan pulled Pei Xiongkai and coaxed, "Grandpa, Pei Hansheng and I are divorced, but our grandfather-granddaughter relationship can't be broken. I'll treat you as my granddaughter."

The old man's eyes lit up: "Very well, very well. You and Hansheng are destined to be apart, unable to be husband and wife for life, then let's be brother and sister."

Pei Hansheng stepped into the room, casually picking up a luminous pearl to play with: "I don't have a sister as pretentious as her. Unlike other people's sisters, she's obedient, sensible, and understanding."

Pei Xiongkai found him annoying.

"Come here right now."

"what."

"I'll shoot you dead."

Pei Hansheng chuckled and glanced at Qiao Wan: "That's enough. You still come to Grandpa to complain. He's not in good health and can't take your provocation."

"Why are you blaming Xiao Wan?" Pei Xiongkai was so angry that his hand trembled, and he picked up the fruit from the fruit plate and threw it into Pei Hansheng's chest.

"How can I not stand it? I feel terrible every day seeing Xiaowan unhappy after marrying you. You should get a divorce soon so that I can go through the adoption procedures with Xiaowan. You can go and marry that obedient, sensible, and understanding woman."

Pei Hansheng's face was very ugly. He said angrily, "She's making a scene, and you're adding to the chaos. She's brought up divorce eight hundred times over the years, just to make me coax her. This time, the whole family knows about it. If you add fuel to the fire, let's see how she can clean up the mess."

Pei Xiongkai glanced at Pei Hansheng, then at Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan didn't say anything, sitting there calmly, not at all like someone who was impulsively divorcing.

"Xiao Wan, whatever decision you make, Grandpa will support you."

"Grandpa, I really want a divorce. Please try to persuade him."

Pei Hansheng stared at Qiao Wan with his hawk-like black eyes, sneered, and turned to leave the old man's room.

Pei Xiongkai pouted and snorted. After Pei Hansheng walked away, he quietly asked Qiao Wan, "Xiao Wan, when are you going to let Grandpa see his great-grandson? I've calculated it, he should be about three years old, right?"

Qiao Wan raised her eyes, her lips trembling, "Grandpa, who told you this?"

Grandpa has been living in a nursing home in Switzerland for the past few years. Even if people in China report on things at home, Xiao Bao is a secret she keeps tightly under wraps and it's impossible for anyone to know about him easily.