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

Qiao Wan covered her son with a blanket, then took her phone and went to the balcony.

"Mr. Yi, could you please use your private jet to take the three of us out of Beijing?"

"When?"

"One week later, on Lunar New Year's Eve."

Yi Yanzhi lay back on the bed, propped his head up with his arm, and teased slowly, "You're not even celebrating the New Year, leaving in such a hurry, it looks like you're fleeing a disaster."

Qiao Wan gave a self-deprecating smile.

That's right, she wants to escape the cage that's trapping her and leave Pei Hansheng forever.

"You want my help with the divorce too? What do you mean by that?"

"I need you to forge a document for my child to prove that my son and Pei Hansheng are not related by blood, in order to prevent the two parties from continuing to fight after the divorce."

"That's easy, it's just a paternity test, but whose name do you want to put in the father's section?"

Qiao Wan thought for a moment and said, "Wuming, from now on, I'll just tell everyone that Xiaobao was a sperm I selected from the sperm bank. I don't need to prove to anyone who his father is."

"Of course I can help you." Yi Yanzhi was happy to generously offer his help, knowing that his actions might displease Pei Hansheng.

"There's just one thing: I'll be going back to Hong Kong for the Lunar New Year. You can keep in touch with me anytime. If you're considering remarriage, I'm a good candidate."

Qiao Wan smiled and let it go.

After ending the call, she returned to her son's side. After that harrowing escape from death, she saw Pei Hansheng more clearly: dangerous, unpredictable, and manipulative. It was best to get away from him as soon as possible.

……

Pei Hansheng waited in vain for Qiao Wan's reply. Holding his phone, he sat silently in the living room, his thin lips pursed.

"Mr. Pei, these two have fainted."

Pei Hansheng's sharp gaze fell on the two people on the ground, and the anger that had been simmering inside him finally found an outlet.

He raised his hand, his long, beautiful fingertips pointing at Zhao Youran: "Drag them both away, cripple one of her legs, and replace it with a new carpet that your wife likes."

The subordinate nodded in agreement and immediately dragged the man away.

Pei Hansheng clutched his chest, looked down, and saw that his palm was stained red with warm blood. If the wound wasn't treated soon, it would fester.

He asked the driver to take him to the hospital to change the dressing and re-bandage the wound.

Fu Yuanzhou frowned as he treated the hole next to his chest, the new wound overlapping a black datura flower tattoo.

I ran my fingertip over it and saw that it was an old scar about the length of my index finger, and the wound looked quite deep.

"How did you get this scar?"

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes and looked at it, his gaze darkening.

"Qiao Wan threw a tantrum and stabbed him with a knife."

When they first returned to China, the two of them were always arguing. He suspected that she was having an affair and felt uncomfortable, but he didn't want to ask her. His emotions had been building up for a long time and he needed to vent them. However, she wouldn't let him touch her, so they could only argue.

During his most depressing period, he even had to provoke her to gauge his importance in Qiao Wan's heart.

He didn't expect that Qiao Wan was very ill at that time, and even had self-harm tendencies. She took a knife and hurt herself. He grabbed her hand and the tip of the knife stabbed himself, only 0.8 centimeters away from his heart.

It was then that he realized this distance wouldn't kill him, so in front of Rong Wenying, he stabbed himself again in the same spot.

After bandaging his wound, Fu Yuanzhou took off his gloves: "I've seen Jiang Chunzhi with a flower on her ankle too. She deliberately showed it off in public many times. I thought it was your couple tattoo."

Pei Hansheng hadn't even noticed: "Really?"

"Have you ever thought that Xiao Wan also saw it, and even minded it a lot?"

Pei Hansheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly stood up, picked up his suit jacket, and prepared to leave.

Fu Yuanzhou frowned: "Where are we going this time?"

"I need to ask Qiao Wan about this myself."

Fu Yuanzhou glanced at his wrist; it was 10 p.m.

Pei Hansheng left the hospital and drove to Jinxiu Jiayuan.

His mood was complicated throughout the journey. He was in a state of confusion and frustration. All he wanted was to see Qiao Wan, to see her perpetually indifferent face, and to hear a few chilling words from her. Only then would his anger subside.

Standing at the door of Qiao Wan's house, he knocked on the door.

Hearing the noise, Qiao Wan turned on her phone's security camera. A tall man was standing at her door, carrying a suit jacket. She felt inexplicably nervous; just thinking about facing him made her feel suffocated.

But the thought of him being exposed to the cold wind in the corridor made her reluctant to leave, so she got out of bed, put on a coat, and went to open the door.

She opened the doorway a crack and blocked it.

"What are you doing so late?"

Pei Hansheng said, "I want to go in."

He pushed the door open and walked straight in.

Qiao Wan was a little angry. She closed the door and followed him, saying, "Pei Hansheng, have you no shame? Did I invite you in?"

Pei Hansheng tossed his clothes onto the sofa. The house was a bit small, but Qiao Wan had decorated it warmly, giving it a homey feel.

"What exactly do you want? Please get out."

Pei Hansheng disliked Qiao Wan's tone of voice, so he put his arm around her waist and buried his face in her warm neck: "Wife, home is where you are. I'm moving in."

Qiao Wan froze, completely bewildered by him.

"Wife, I'm sorry, being my wife must be very hard."

Pei Hansheng's eyes welled up with tears: "I'm sorry, wife, let's start over."

Qiao Wan nudged him: "Pei Hansheng, you're drunk."

Pei Hansheng pulled her back and pushed her onto the sofa, where they both fell down together.

He pressed her down, kissing her eyebrows, nose, and lips.

"Forgive me, I will never lose you again."

Qiao Wan was rendered immobile by him. He removed her coat, revealing that she was only wearing a thin nightgown underneath.

The heating in the house is too hot; sleeping at night feels like being roasted on an oven, and both of us are extremely irritable.

"Pei Hansheng, let go, don't do this..."

His large, hot hands roamed over her body, causing her to arch her back. Although she verbally refused, her body involuntarily cooperated.

Pei Hansheng chuckled smugly, his voice sexy, as he took off his clothes and grabbed Qiao Wan's hand, pulling it towards his chest muscles.

As they continued down the path, Qiao Wan blushed with embarrassment. Just as she was about to scold him, Pei Hansheng accurately predicted her and silenced her with a kiss.

Pei Hansheng's voice was incredibly hoarse as he breathed hot air onto her skin, calling her name repeatedly: "Qiao Wan, look at me, look at how I love you..."

Qiao Wan opened her eyes when he called her name. There was movement at the door of the children's room. She suddenly kicked Pei Hansheng to the ground.

She straightened her wrinkled pajamas and stood up.

Pei Hansheng sat on the ground, propping himself up with his hands, and turned to look at the sleepy little guy, feeling quite annoyed.

Little Bao hadn't even opened his eyes, and he kept calling out, "Mommy, Mommy, Little Bao is scared..."

"Xiao Bao, Mommy's here." Qiao Wan exhaled, suppressing the strange feeling in her body.

Pei Hansheng picked up Xiaobao before she could, then turned to look at Qiao Wan and said, "I'll put him to sleep. You go to your room and wait for me."

He took Xiaobao into the children's room.

Qiao Wan was worried that her son would be scared, but the two of them lay together, the little boy nestled in the man's arms, his bottom sticking up and burying himself against his chest, smacking his lips and talking in his sleep: "Daddy, beat the bad guys, protect Mommy..."

Pei Hansheng's eyes shone with joy as he whispered in Xiaobao's ear, "Daddy will protect you and Mommy."

Xiao Bao nodded twice: "This is delicious, buy it for Xiao Bao."

Pei Hansheng readily agreed: "Okay, Daddy will buy it for you."

Qiao Wan stood outside the door, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

Pei Hansheng, cherish the little time you have left with your son...