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

The staff remained silent, sensing that Pei Hansheng was in a hurry to get a divorce. He left all the key information on the form blank and took out two divorce application acceptance receipts.

He handed them to the two people respectively.

"After a one-month cooling-off period, the two of you can officially proceed with the divorce proceedings."

"Thank you." Qiao Wan put the receipt away and put it in her bag.

The man next to me said, "I can't wait a month, get it done for me now."

"Mr. Pei, I really can't do that."

"Call your bureau chief here."

"Even if the bureau chief comes, it won't work."

Pei Hansheng scoffed coldly and turned to leave.

"Pei Hansheng." Qiao Wan chased after him, "Where are you going? Let me drive you there."

Pei Hansheng remained cold and indifferent, refusing without any courtesy: "No need, ex-wife. Now that we're divorced, let's maintain the proper distance."

Qiao Wan paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, you're right."

Now that you're divorced, you should become strangers, go your separate ways, and have nothing to do with each other anymore.

She didn't say another word, walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, took out her car keys from her bag, and got into her car.

Pei Hansheng walked out slowly, hands in his pockets. Qiao Wan's car sped past and quickly disappeared into the night.

He stood silently, staring blankly at the sky, his eyes terribly dry.

Goldman Sachs drove up to pick him up: "Mr. Pei, have you and your wife finalized your divorce?"

Pei Hansheng withdrew his gaze and stepped down the stairs: "Go find someone tomorrow to urge them and see if there's any way to get this done without waiting a month."

Goldman Sachs opened the car door for him, but he always felt like a walking corpse; the person was alive, but the soul was gone.

"Mr. Pei? Get in the car, let's go home."

Pei Hansheng sat in the car and felt a huge sense of loss wash over him.

"Do I have a home?"

Goldman Sachs paused for a moment, standing by the car, and actually saw a brokenness on Pei Hansheng's face.

I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"Mr. Pei, if you don't mind, would you like to come to my home?"

Pei Hansheng leaned back, his upper body completely shrouded in shadow, his sexy Adam's apple bobbing.

"Go find Zhaozhao, I want to see those two children."

Goldman Sachs got into the driver's seat and started the car.

"Mr. Pei, if you want to see the child, go find Xiaobao. The things I bought for him last time are still in the car."

Pei Hansheng suddenly laughed, a cold laugh that revealed a hint of suppressed despair.

"Xiao Bao is not my child."

Goldman Sachs immediately withdrew his smile.

"But he's the wife's child, so who's the father?"

"Bastard".

Goldman Sachs looked up and glanced at the man through the mirror.

I always felt that Pei Hansheng was saying things against his conscience, pretending to be indifferent, but his heart must have been broken long ago.

"Um, Mr. Pei, why don't you get a paternity test done for Xiao Bao? He's a spitting image of you, practically a miniature version of you. What if he really is your biological child?"

Pei Hansheng remained silent for a long time before firmly refusing: "I won't do it. That child has nothing to do with me."

Goldman Sachs sighed and drove the car to Zhao Zhao's residence.

Pei Hansheng glanced at the doorway and then decided not to go in.

Qiao Wan knew about Zhao Zhao, and he didn't want her to continue misunderstanding.

It's laughable, they're already divorced.

"Take me to the hotel."

Goldman Sachs went around in circles again, finally dropping Pei Hansheng off at the Merseyside Hotel.

As dawn broke, Pei Hansheng, exhausted after a night of commotion, went into his suite and lay down on the bed, wanting to sleep. But as soon as he closed his eyes, all he could see was Qiao Wan's image.

He got up, poured himself a glass of red wine, dropped in the sleeping pills, and swallowed them in one gulp.

He was in a daze, as if he had returned to the time when he was sick abroad, when Qiao Wan ignored him and it was as if the whole world had abandoned him.

He slumped into the sofa, rubbing his throbbing temples, his head feeling like it was about to explode.

What's there for him to think about when a woman has cheated on him?

He tilted his head back, chuckled twice, and tears streamed down his face.

……

When Qiao Wan returned to Jinxiu Garden, Yi Yanzhi was still there, his face swollen from being punched, legs crossed, watching the morning news on TV with great interest.

He glanced at Qiao Wan: "Is the divorce proceedings complete?"

Qiao Wan dragged her tired body to the sofa, feeling unreal, as if it were all a dream.

I always thought divorce was difficult and that I couldn't get a divorce no matter what I tried, but it happened overnight.

Yi Yanzhi waved his hand in front of her eyes: "I'm asking you a question."

Qiao Wan snapped out of her daze, propped herself up, and walked into the bedroom: "You'd better leave quickly, I don't want my son to see you."

Xiao Bao went with Shen Yingtang to find Shen Yishen. Someone died in front of her, and she has psychological trauma.

"Why didn't you kick me out when you were using me to provoke Pei Hansheng?" Yi Yanzhi pointed to his face. He had a fox-like, bewitching appearance with captivating eyes. "If it weren't for me, would you have been able to get a divorce? Look how ruthless Pei Hansheng is."

Qiao Wan was momentarily dazed.

Today was just the trigger. She and Pei Hansheng had accumulated too many conflicts, like a balloon that was about to burst. Divorce was inevitable, and tonight's events only accelerated its arrival.

Ultimately, it's because their love has run out and they've reached a dead end.

"I'm very tired right now and don't want to talk. Can you give me some quiet space?"

Yi Yanzhi made a zipping motion with his hand over his mouth, a seductive smile radiating from his eyes.

Qiao Wan ignored him and went back to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

As she crawled into bed, tears suddenly streamed down her face. She had always thought she was strong enough inside, but when it came to this moment of parting, it felt like half of her heart had been ripped out.

From then on, Pei Hansheng was no longer a part of her life. She raised her child alone and spent the rest of her long life alone.

Qiao Wan, you must be strong.

……

"Tsk, it's so hot, do you want to burn yourself to death?"

Qiao Wan opened her eyes with difficulty and vaguely saw a man standing by the bed.

"Pei Hansheng..."

Yi Yanzhi leaned down, his face looming closer: "You're delirious with fever, I have to take you to the hospital."

After saying that, he lifted the quilt, picked Qiao Wan up and sat her up, found the thickest long down jacket in the closet, wrapped her up, and carried her out the door.

Today is the eve of Lunar New Year's Eve, and there are very few people in the hospital. Yi Yanzhi took Qiao Wan to the emergency room to get an IV drip to lower her fever.

Qiao Wan was delirious with fever and just wanted to sleep.

Fireworks went off outside the window, making a lot of noise and waking her up.

The nurses on duty ran to the window: "They're setting off fireworks outside! It's over at the Pei Group building. Is this a New Year's fireworks show? It's so magical!"

"Didn't you see the news? Pei Hansheng and Jiang Chunzhi are traveling in Switzerland together, and it seems like they're getting married soon."

"Really? Seriously, isn't this kind of news a recurring topic? It's all made up."

"No, this time it's for real. Jiang Chunzhi's mother posted a picture of the engagement ring Pei Hansheng gave her daughter on social media, and the caption subtly implied that Pei Hansheng had divorced his secret wife and would soon be engaged to her daughter."

"Isn't Jiang Chunzhi the mistress? It's really pitiful for a wife who's secretly married."