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

When Qiao Wan got home from get off work, Shen Yingtang and Xiao Bao were sitting on the sofa soaking their feet.

The two children, one big and one small, were wearing animal face masks while cartoons played on TV, enjoying a relaxing and comfortable time before bed.

Hearing the noise, Xiao Bao didn't even bother to dry himself. He ran barefoot to the entrance, stuck his head into the shoe cabinet, and took out Qiao Wan's big-eared rabbit slippers.

Then he tilted his head back, asking for a reward: "Mommy, hug me."

The three-year-old was very clingy, hanging on Qiao Wan and rummaging through her bag to see if she had brought back any new items for him.

Qiao Wan doesn't spend much time with her son, so she certainly can't be stingy with precious parent-child time.

Shen Yingtang glanced at the mother and son cuddling on the sofa and slowly wiped her feet: "Mama's boy."

Xiao Bao, clutching his new car model, looked up and asked, "Godmother, what's a 'mama's boy'?"

"He's irresponsible and lacks any sense of duty. When something happens, he hides behind a woman, like a giant baby who hasn't been weaned."

Xiao Bao smiled and said, "Oh, Xiao Bao isn't a mama's boy. Xiao Bao is a real man who will protect Mommy and Godmother."

Qiao Wan affectionately patted the little guy's head and discussed with Shen Yingtang, "Xiao Bao is old enough now, I'm planning to send him to kindergarten."

Shen Yingtang snapped her fingers: "By the way, Xiaobao's household registration is done. It's under my brother and sister-in-law's names. The person I asked to help changed Xiaobao's surname to Shen. You don't mind, do you?"

Facing her close friend, Qiao Wan had too many words of gratitude to say: "Xiao Tang, we've troubled you again."

"Qiao Xiaowan, stop being so sentimental. My tears are worth a lot these days. If I really want to express my gratitude, it should be to thank our son, this great lucky star."

Before meeting Qiao Wan, Shen Yingtang was an unknown illustrator. After Xiao Bao was born, her "Big-Eyed Cute Baby's Adventure" comic series became a global bestseller, and she achieved financial freedom by selling the copyright.

She always says that Qiao Wan and her son brought her good luck.

Qiao Wan's phone rang.

"My boss, it must be a work-related matter."

Qiao Wan went to the balcony with her phone in her hand, nervously answering the call.

"Qiao Wan, what happened to Tongtong's hand? She got several big blisters from the burn, and it's hurting so much that she can't sleep."

"Boss, I..."

"I don't want to hear your explanations or apologies right now!"

"sorry."

"Alright, get some rest. I want to see you at your workstation on time tomorrow."

A woman's shrill, explosive voice came from the other end of the phone: "Luo Cheng! Is this what you call standing up for me? I think you're just deliberately protecting this little slut..."

Jiang Yutong was ruthless when she started cursing, insulting everyone's ancestors. Qiao Wan frowned as she listened and hung up.

The phone call brought her back to that scene.

Pei Hansheng loathed her to the extreme; even Qiao Wan's breathing was wrong.

If time could turn back, I truly wish that car accident had taken her life instead.

A bad thought crossed her mind; her fingertips dug into her palm, the pain interrupting her thoughts. She turned and walked into the warm room.

Shen Yingtang had just finished putting Xiaobao to sleep and opened a bottle of beer from the refrigerator.

"Your boss isn't all that great. Why don't you come work at my studio as my assistant? You can name your salary, and I'll definitely treat you well."

"My current job is pretty good. I have a base salary of 50,000 yuan, and the key is that I get commission. If I work hard for a few years, I can afford a house."

"Alright, alright, then I wish you a successful divorce and all the best."

……

Early the next morning.

When Boss Luo arrived at the winery, Qiao Wan was immediately called into his office.

"We have a home delivery service today, a wine dinner. The client has ordered 100 bottles of Lafite. Get ready, I'll be there this afternoon."

Qiao Wan picked up the reservation form and her gaze fell on the signature at the bottom.

Jiang Chunzhi Studio.

She declined.

"This business was secured by Sister Tong yesterday through her own hard work. I admire her willingness to go all out, and I won't take credit for it."

Luo Cheng tapped his fingertips on the table, knowing exactly what was going on: "You came here to make money, didn't you? If you don't fight for it, I can't keep you. Tongtong's hand is injured, so she can't take this order. You're the one."

Qiao Wan squeezed the pre-order form: "Then I'll go prepare it, boss, you go ahead and get busy."

"Wait a minute." Luo Cheng called the person back: "Let's add each other on WeChat, and I'll send you the client's business card. Maintaining high-quality connections is crucial in this industry, so you must do a good job in your private domain operations."

As Luo Cheng spoke, he clicked into Qiao Wan's WeChat Moments.

The profile picture is visible for three days, with a blank background and a cartoon image of a little girl sheltering from the rain next to Totoro.

He clicked his tongue.

The social media posts of wealthy wives are filled with images of them shopping in Dubai and diving in Hawaii, while career-oriented women are accompanying their husbands to high-end business events – their lives are incredibly colorful.

He looked at Qiao Wan with a hint of sympathy: "Alright, go ahead and get busy."

"it is good."

Qiao Wan returned to her workstation, opened the business card, and added a friend.

The profile picture shows Jiang Chunzhi standing on the stage taking her final bow, surrounded by cheers from thousands of people, with dazzling fireworks behind her, her eyes brimming with tears of joy.

A wave of immense inferiority and despair washed over Qiao Wan, and she stared at the profile picture for a long time.

After my friend request was accepted, the other person sent me a message:

[I'm Jiang Chunzhi. You've had a tough time, so I'll patronize your business.]

It was accompanied by a cute emoji.

[Thanks.]

Qiao Wan realized that this was her own WeChat account and couldn't help but click into her Moments to see more.

[Thanks to fate for arranging this chance encounter with someone in a foreign land; nine happy pictures aren't enough to capture today's joy.]

[A bouquet of flowers given to me at the end of filming; the red spider lily symbolizes a missed opportunity, a chance to never meet again.]

[True love will never be separated; I will wait for him to find me at the end of the California sunset.]

For the past few years, Jiang Chunzhi has been waiting for Pei Hansheng.

Pei Hansheng was also silently protecting her.

Two hearts longing to be close are drawn to each other, yet they struggle to restrain themselves, forever remaining in the same place because of Qiao Wan's obstacle.

Qiao Wan felt that she was being cruel.

She withdrew from her WeChat Moments and it took her a long time to calm down before she could escape from her guilt.

Fortunately, she found the antidote. By keeping busy, constantly working and thinking, she kept her mind occupied, preventing those emotions from resurfacing and causing trouble.

It was afternoon when she arrived at the banquet hall.

The theme of the wine party was gratitude, and the venue was filled with photos of Jiang Chunzhi, each one beautiful. On the screen, clips of her growing from childhood to become a big star were displayed.

Supported by her parents and doted on by her brother, she was loved by everyone, even by other women's husbands.

Whenever Jiang Nanhe and Pei Hansheng appear on camera, people can't help but mention the car accident.

They cursed the murderer, and also the murderer's girlfriend who married Pei Hansheng.

Qiao Wan tried her best to ignore all of this, and after finishing her own work, she helped her colleagues set out wine glasses at the long table.

A powerful aura approached silently, a familiar yet chilling scent mingling with a menacing intensity, lingering beside me.

Her hands froze, and she didn't look up.

A cold, questioning voice rang out from above: "Is Chunzhi's banquet something you can just casually attend?"

"sorry."

Do you know where you went wrong?

Qiao Wan raised her eyelids, stared at Pei Hansheng, and said softly, "I'm giving happiness back to you."

"Qiao Wan, what did you say?" Pei Hansheng's eyes blazed with anger as he gripped Qiao Wan's slender wrist tightly, forcing her to look him in the eye: "Say it again."