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

"I'm not going."

Pei Hansheng sounded listless.

Fu Yuanzhou glanced back at Qiao Wan in the room; she was eating, behaving herself obediently.

"Second son, are you really sure you want to divorce Xiaowan?"

"Of course, I can't wait to skip this damn cooling-off period and get rid of this as soon as possible."

What's the point of having a wife who spends all her time thinking about other men?

Fu Yuanzhou didn't try to persuade him further: "As long as you don't regret it."

Pei Hansheng sneered: "The word 'regret' doesn't exist in my dictionary, unless I'm dead."

"Don't speak too absolutely, I'm afraid you'll act impulsively and do something foolish."

"The phone is ringing. I don't want to waste time talking to you."

He answered the phone call from the Pei family's old residence.

"Young master, the old lady has had no appetite all day. She only drank some porridge and wouldn't say what was wrong when asked."

Pei Hansheng frowned, looking down at the still unhealed scar on his chest.

It's obvious they want him to go back.

"Not eating means I'm not hungry."

"She seems to have something on her mind, it must be related to you. Why don't you go back to the old house tomorrow, New Year's Eve?"

"I still have work to do, so I'll find an old Chinese medicine doctor to take her pulse and prescribe some medicine to clear her heart fire."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Hansheng opened the photo that Fu Yuanzhou had sent him.

He magnified his fingertip, scrutinizing every little detail of Qiao Wan's body. She was still wearing the clothes she wore to the Civil Affairs Bureau; she must have been listless and dejected all night, and was so heartbroken that she ended up in the hospital...

When Yi Yanzhi looked at her, her smile was anything but happy; her eyes betrayed her deep sorrow.

Is it possible that the woman doesn't want a divorce, but is just pretending to be calm to make him regret it?

Pei Hansheng stared at the photo for half an hour, feeling extremely agitated. He grabbed his coat and car keys and left the hotel.

Once inside the car, he didn't know where to go, and before he knew it, he had stopped in front of the International Hospital.

He felt he was sick; why go anywhere during the Chinese New Year?

He shook a cigarette out of the pack, held it between his fingers, and rested it on the car window, but didn't smoke it.

A slender, fair hand took the cigarette and stood in front of the car, looking at him with a smile.

The woman's name is Yan Weiwei. She is a doctor in the Department of Psychology at an international hospital and one of Jiang Chunzhi's close friends.

"Young Master Pei, why are you at the hospital during the New Year holiday? Are you feeling unwell?"

Pei Hansheng said calmly, "I've come to see Fu Yuanzhou."

"Director Fu really treats the hospital like his home. Even during the Spring Festival, he still makes sure he's on duty every day. He's either in surgery or in the lab. He's a real workaholic."

When Yan Weiwei mentioned Fu Yuanzhou, her eyes shone with admiration, her affection evident in her words.

Pei Hansheng's eyes were languid: "This hospital is owned by his family, how could he not care?"

The Fu family started with pharmaceuticals, and once they had enough capital, they opened hospitals. They have branches in first-tier cities across the country and share resources with top international medical systems, attracting a constant stream of patients.

"Young Master Pei, how was your trip to Switzerland with Chunzhi recently? There are rumors that you two are getting married soon."

The smile in Pei Hansheng's eyes gradually disappeared, and he said with a serious expression, "That's not true. Don't listen to the nonsense on the news."

"This is what Chunzhi's mother said herself. Don't you watch the news?"

Pei Hansheng's face was gloomy: "What anyone says doesn't count."

Yan Weiwei was taken aback. She used to joke about Pei Hansheng and Jiang Chunzhi all the time, and he never said anything but also didn't object. She had never seen him so resistant before.

"Young Master Pei, how could you turn your back on me like that? Do you know that Chunzhi has suffered from severe depression because of you? I've had to pull her back from overdosing on pills several times. She's waited for you for so long, and you're just going to label her a mistress? Isn't that a bit heartless?"

Pei Hansheng frowned.

Yan Weiwei snorted and turned to leave.

She took out her phone and complained to Jiang Chunzhi.

"I saw Pei Hansheng at the hospital. He looked upset, like he was waiting for someone."

"Qiao Wan, she always has a way of making people unhappy. Han Sheng has been tormented by her terribly."

"Qiao Wan?" Yan Weiwei stopped in her tracks, then turned and headed towards the director's office, as if remembering something.

Through the crack in the door, Fu Yuanzhou was chatting and laughing with someone, and every now and then a woman's pleasant laughter could be heard.

On the other end of the phone, Jiang Chunzhi said, "Weiwei, wait for me. I'm coming to find you now, and I'll also check on Hansheng. He had a fight with your mother, and I'm worried about leaving him out alone."

Yan Weiwei didn't answer, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her phone.

"Is it delicious, Xiao Wan?"

"Um."

"Then if you want to eat it in the future, just come to the hospital and I'll have someone deliver two portions."

"Brother, this is too much trouble, I can't do it."

"Why be so polite with your elder brother?"

Yan Weiwei's eyes reflected Fu Yuanzhou's tender and doting expression towards Qiao Wan, and she trembled all over, her teeth almost grinding to powder.

The phone fell to the ground, startling her.

Fu Yuanzhou looked towards the door, then stood up and went out: "Dr. Yan, is there something you need?"

"I saw Pei Shao outside. He said he came to see you, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood."

Fu Yuanzhou said to the inside, "Xiao Wan, I'll be back soon."

He closed the door behind him, put his hands inside his white coat, and strode out to find Pei Hansheng.

Yan Weiwei stared at the tightly closed door, feeling as if she were being swallowed up by jealousy.

She pushed open the door and went straight in.

Qiao Wan had finished her IV drip and was eating Fu Yuanzhou's lunchbox.

"Director Fu has been busy all day, without even having time for a sip of hot water. How can you possibly eat your only meal of the day? Are you a pig?"

Qiao Wan felt ashamed after Yan Weiwei's words and put down her lunchbox.

She looked somewhat innocent: "My older brother gave me this food."

"You actually believed his polite words? I've never seen anyone so shameless. No wonder Pei Hansheng dumped you."

Qiao Wan paused, then suddenly curled her lips in a mocking smile.

It turns out he was Pei Hansheng's friend.

"I'm eating my brother's food, why are you so agitated? Could it be that you like him? The way my brother treats you is so indifferent, it seems like he doesn't even care about you."

Qiao Wan's words hit the nail on the head, infuriating Yan Weiwei, who walked over, grabbed Qiao Wan's hand, and dragged her away abruptly.

"Who do you think you are? A rich man's plaything, just a prostitute. What right do you have to talk to me?"

Qiao Wan was still sick and a little weak. When Yan Weiwei pulled her, she felt dizzy and bumped her head on the corner of the table, causing her forehead to swell instantly.

She reached out and slapped the other person across the face.

Yan Weiwei was stunned for a moment: "You bitch!"

Qiao Wan grabbed the lunchbox on the table and slammed it onto Yan Weiwei's face. At that moment, the door opened, and Fu Yuanzhou walked in first, followed by Pei Hansheng and Jiang Chunzhi, who had just arrived.

Yan Weiwei's white coat was covered in oil stains and soup, and her hair was greasy.

Jiang Chunzhi rushed in: "Weiwei, are you alright? I'll take you to take a shower."

She then complained to Pei Hansheng, "Hansheng, are you going to do anything about Qiao Wan? She hits everyone she sees, like she's gone mad."

Pei Hansheng stood at the door, glanced at Qiao Wan, and acted as if nothing had happened.

Fu Yuanzhou approached Qiao Wan, his gaze sweeping over her. He lifted her hair, revealing a noticeable red swelling from an impact. His tone was stern: "Yan Weiwei, you hit Qiao Wan first. Apologize!"

Upon hearing this, Pei Hansheng looked at Qiao Wan. She was delicate and sensitive, and every time she finished, she would have bruises that took a long time to heal. She was also worried about leaving scars when she was bitten by mosquitoes.

His eyes suddenly turned gloomy, filled with murderous intent, and pierced Yan Weiwei.