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

Fu Yuanzhou escorted Qiao Wan upstairs. He stood at the door without going in and said, "Xiao Wan, Han Sheng is downstairs. I'll come for dinner another day. You get some rest, and I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Qiao Wan was in a bad mood because of Pei Hansheng's words, and she didn't feel like cooking for Fu Yuanzhou.

"Thank you, brother." Her eyes were red-rimmed. "Please pass on a message to Pei Hansheng for me: I don't want to see him, and I want him to stay away from my life from now on."

Fu Yuanzhou nodded: "Okay, I will definitely pass on the message, but it was my fault today. I shouldn't have told him that you were hospitalized. He didn't come as he was told, but who knew he would show up at the hospital and even lose control of his emotions, affecting you."

Qiao Wan thought for a moment: "He probably accompanied Jiang Chunzhi to see the psychologist."

"Yan Weiwei won't stay at the hospital anymore, Xiao Wan, your brother will help you get revenge."

As Fu Yuanzhou spoke, he picked up his phone and called the hospital's personnel department. It was late and it was the New Year holiday, so it took him several tries to get through.

Despite his bad temper, the HR person could only be obsequious and fawning before Fu Yuanzhou: "Director Fu, is there anything I can help you with so late?"

Tell Yan Weiwei from the psychology department that she doesn't need to come in tomorrow.

"Dr. Yan? She's one of the most sought-after star doctors in our hospital. Her uncle even works for the Health Commission. If she just opened an appointment like that, wouldn't that be...?"

"As long as you provide sufficient compensation, I'll take responsibility for any problems that arise."

"Okay, Director Fu."

Qiao Wan listened from the side.

Fu Yuanzhou is the head of the department, yet he can still exert influence over personnel matters and decide a person's fate, which shows that he is more than just a doctor.

"Brother, won't this affect your career prospects?"

"Of course not, don't think about it too much, go inside and rest."

"it is good."

Qiao Wan closed the door, and Fu Yuanzhou stood in the corridor for a while before turning around and going downstairs.

Pei Hansheng was still outside, a cigarette dangling from his mouth; he'd already smoked who-knows-how-many cigarettes.

Fu Yuanzhou frowned, walked over, and stubbed out his cigarette.

"What's gotten into you tonight? You scared Xiao Wan."

"She forced me to." Pei Hansheng opened the car door, got in, and his cold profile was like a knife.

Fu Yuanzhou sighed: "Qiao Wan asked me to tell you not to bother her anymore; she doesn't want to see you."

Pei Hansheng sneered, gripping the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the distance, his gaze filled with profound meaning.

There was no answer. He stepped on the gas, and the car shot off like an arrow.

Fu Yuanzhou was afraid that he would do something foolish in a moment of impulsiveness, so he quickly got into the car and followed behind.

The two cars left the residential area one after the other. Pei Hansheng returned to the hotel. He didn't want to go to Tanshu or the old house. He wanted to lock himself away and not let the whole world bother him.

A moment later, the doorbell rang.

He clutched his stomach, sitting on the carpet beside the sofa, large beads of sweat rolling down his face, unable to get up.

"Qiao Wan, get me my stomach medicine."

The only response he received was silence in the air.

He only realized later that if Qiao Wan were here, she wouldn't have told him to do that.

Fu Yuanzhou was worried about what was happening outside, so he called the manager to open the door.

"Young Master Fu, President Pei instructed that no one is allowed to disturb him unless he calls for it."

Fu Yuanzhou took the room key from the manager: "He's in a bad mood, things could easily go wrong. I'll go in and check on him."

As soon as Fu Yuanzhou opened the door, he saw Pei Hansheng, who was having an attack, lying on the ground with his eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling light.

They're incredibly depressed.

Fu Yuanzhou took out his phone, bought stomach medicine using a food delivery app, and sat down on the sofa.

"Second brother, look at yourself! It's just a divorce, can't you face it like a man?"

Pei Hansheng closed his eyes briefly: "Qiao Wan cheated on me. She betrayed our marriage. No man can accept something like that."

"You saw it with your own eyes? And with whom?"

"The one whose surname is Yi."

Fu Yuanzhou frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, Xiao Wan isn't that kind of woman."

"I've been married to her for four years. How much do you really know about her? I know her heart has never been with me."

Pei Hansheng spoke these words with a hint of resentment.

Fu Yuanzhou wanted to kick him but then felt sorry for him.

He lowered his head and looked down, as if he were looking at his own big wolfhound.

"It's your fault for not cherishing her, and now you're blaming her for not having feelings for you and regretting it. Where were you before?"

Pei Hansheng grabbed Fu Yuanzhou by the collar and pulled him off unexpectedly.

The two of them were like they were when they were young, wrestling and rolling around on the ground. Only now they were tall, standing at 1.89 meters, dressed in suits, with long legs and arms. They only played like this in private.

Fu Yuanzhou yielded to him, pinned beneath him, and raised his hands in surrender: "Your stomach ache won't stop? Aren't you afraid of killing yourself? You'll be a man without a wife in the future, so you need to learn to take care of yourself."

Pei Hansheng scoffed, "You're the one who doesn't have a wife. My wife is perfectly fine. I'll go back and coax her when I calm down."

As he said this, his eyes betrayed his disappointment. He got up, threw himself onto the sofa, loosened his shirt buttons, and his chest heaved.

Fu Yuanzhou knew he was upset, so he locked himself away, silently licked his wounds, and then went out as if nothing had happened.

"Perhaps divorce is just a turning point in a relationship. A rubber band will break if it's stretched too tight. When two people are apart for a long time, they can see their own hearts more clearly."

Pei Hansheng laughed weakly: "How much further away do I have to go? I've been avoiding her abroad for two years, but it hasn't stopped her from having children and finding men."

When the topic turned to children, Fu Yuanzhou hesitated.

The doorbell rang; the medicine he ordered had arrived. He picked it up and tossed it onto the table.

"It's not that bad. You and Qiao Wan still have a chance in the future."

Pei Hansheng scoffed, pinching his brow impatiently: "Get out, get out, all of you, get the hell out."

Fu Yuanzhou patted Pei Hansheng on the shoulder: "Remember to take your medicine. I'm leaving now."

After leaving the hotel, Fu Yuanzhou dusted himself off and drove back to his apartment.

He opened the door, tossed his coat aside, and found the bedroom bathed in warm light, with the faint sound of running water.

He frowned, seemingly displeased.

Entering the bedroom, Yan Weiwei had just finished showering and was wearing the shirt that Fu Yuanzhou had changed out of that morning, her legs bare.

"How did you get in?"

Fu Yuanzhou's expression was as cold as ice, which pierced Yan Weiwei's heart.

"I saw you enter your password once, and I thought I'd give you a big surprise." Yan Weiwei walked up to Fu Yuanzhou, hooked her slender arm around his neck, and looked at him with seductive eyes:

"Director Fu, do you miss me tonight?"

Fu Yuanzhou lowered his eyes, his face indifferent and unmoved.

He grabbed Yan Weiwei by the neck and pushed her away forcefully.

Yan Weiwei fell heavily onto the bed, tears streaming down her face.

"You fired me just for Qiao Wan? What have we been doing for the past month? What exactly is our relationship?"

Fu Yuanzhou slowly took off his watch, his face dignified and aloof.

"You shouldn't have messed with Qiao Wan. She is my heaviest responsibility, and I will protect her for the rest of my life."

Yan Weiwei sat up, her hair looking like a madwoman's.

"Then why don't you marry her? She's divorcing Pei Hansheng, isn't that your chance?"

Yan Weiwei opened the drawer, revealing a cabinet full of Qiao Wan's photos, from when she was eighteen in Hong Kong to when she was twenty in Beijing.

"Do you dare tell Pei Hansheng that you've been secretly eyeing his wife?"