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

Qiao Wan thought that it must be Grandpa who wanted to come over, and Pei Hansheng would leave once he brought the person over.

After all, she had made it clear that she didn't want to see him again.

She stepped out the door and pushed her wheelchair into the house: "Grandpa, are you coming to celebrate the New Year with us? Perfect timing, we're preparing the New Year's Eve dinner. May I make dumplings?"

Pei Hansheng stood at the door without leaving.

He stared intently at Qiao Wan's figure, never glancing in his direction.

With a cold sneer, Pei Hansheng crossed his arms, leaned against the door, and didn't leave.

"Uncle Pei," Xiao Bao tugged at his sleeve, looking up at him expectantly, "Are you coming to celebrate the New Year with us too?"

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes, staring at Xiao Bao's innocent and adorable face, looking both aloof and arrogant.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Xiao Bao sighed, stood on tiptoe, and touched the doorknob. "Then I'll close the door. Goodbye, Uncle Pei."

With a push of his little hand, Xiao Bao kept Pei Hansheng out of the door.

The man was rebuffed, his face tense and shrouded in gloom.

Pei Xiongkai turned around and clapped his hands with a smile, praising, "My great-grandson is so strong, he can even close the door by himself!"

Xiao Bao was very proud. He shook his little hands and jumped into Pei Xiongkai's arms, rubbing his fluffy little head against him: "Great-Grandpa, Xiao Bao likes you."

Pei Xiongkai's face was full of kind smiles. He was in so much pain, but he mustered all his strength to lift Xiaobao up and put him on his lap.

"Come on, wish your great-grandfather a Happy New Year, and he'll give you a red envelope."

Xiao Bao clasped his little hands together and said, "Happy New Year, Great-Grandpa! I wish you good health and a long life."

Pei Xiongkai laughed heartily: "Xiao Wan, go outside and call that unfilial son over. He has my red envelope."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Wan said, "We appreciate Grandpa's kindness, but let's skip the red envelope."

She picked up the baby and squatted down next to her grandfather: "The baby is so heavy, Grandpa. Let me turn on the TV for you so you can rest."

Pei Xiongkai glanced at Qiao Wan, his expression meaningful: "You don't even want to look at him anymore, is that right?"

The "he" refers to Pei Hansheng.

Qiao Wan held the remote control in her hand, turned on the TV, pretended not to have heard anything, raised her face and asked her grandfather with a smile, "Let's watch this, the senior citizens' matchmaking program."

Pei Xiongkai pinched her nose, his tone tinged with helplessness: "If you don't want to talk about this, Grandpa won't force you. It's just that the two of you left so suddenly, without even saying goodbye. I wasn't prepared at all. But now that I see you're not crying or making a fuss, I'm relieved."

Qiao Wan wrinkled her nose: "Grandpa, the divorce was a decision I made after careful consideration, not on a whim. Why would I make a scene?"

Pei Xiongkai glanced at Xiaobao: "What about that child? Have you thought about it?"

Qiao Wan lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "The child has no feelings for Pei Hansheng, and Pei Hansheng doesn't acknowledge him either. He said it himself."

"If he doesn't want to acknowledge it, then so be it. His real grandmother is no pushover; she might bully you and your daughter in some way." Pei Xiongkai's eyes were filled with tears as he choked out, "Xiao Wan, Grandpa is getting old and can't protect you anymore. Don't blame Grandpa."

Qiao Wan's eyes reddened as she listened to Fu Yuanzhou's gentle expression as a tissue was offered to her.

"There are old people and young children in this family. It's good enough if they can take care of themselves. Who else do they want to protect? Let us men take responsibility."

Qiao Wan took the tissue: "Thank you, brother, but we're not related by blood after all. I'm used to being independent, and I've gotten through a lot on my own, so I don't want to trouble anyone."

Looking at her thin and small frame, and hearing the heavy words she spoke, Fu Yuanzhou felt a pang in his heart.

"Xiao Wan, I promise you, from now on you and your child can come to me for anything."

Before Xiao Wan and Pei Hansheng divorced, he, as the older brother, couldn't interfere. But now it's different; he doesn't have to worry about so much anymore.

It's not like we can't afford it.

Pei Xiongkai snorted: "Look at what you're saying. Xiaobao is a child of the Pei family. How can you take responsibility for him?"

Fu Yuanzhou remained silent, his eyes deep, and walked towards the door.

"I'll go check on Pei Hansheng. It's the New Year, and it's not good for him to stand outside."

"Brother, tell him to go back and be with his family."

"it is good."

Fu Yuanzhou walked out of his house, while Pei Hansheng stood outside making a phone call.

"Buy the house now, he can pay whatever price he wants, I can afford it."

Fu Yuanzhou walked over and put his hand on his shoulder.

Pei Hansheng glanced at Fu Yuanzhou and instructed his subordinates, "That's it. Get this done within half an hour."

He hung up the phone, looking somewhat displeased with Fu Yuanzhou.

"Why aren't you home for the Lunar New Year? You're not even at the hospital. Why are you always running to my ex-wife's house?"

Fu Yuanzhou shrugged: "Xiao Wan invited me to have New Year's Eve dinner with her tonight."

"What's wrong? Don't your parents cook for you?"

"I want to try Xiao Wan's cooking."

Pei Hansheng's eyes darkened, and a hint of pain flashed across his face.

Qiao Wan was a good cook, but he rarely ate at her restaurants because he didn't want her to be exposed to cooking fumes. After he went abroad, he hired a private chef for Tanshu. After Qiao Wan fell ill, he rented a villa in the community specifically to keep her away from knives and sharp objects.

He himself wouldn't even let someone do anything for him, yet he's cooking for others. Just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable.

"What did she do for you?"

"Fish, seafood, dumplings, and... quite a lot, it looks like a feast."

"Her dumplings are the best, especially the beef ones."

"I remember Xiao Wan didn't like beef, right?" Fu Yuanzhou's eyes were full of laughter. "You've always been the one who loves beef."

Upon hearing this, Pei Hansheng began to recall that he couldn't even say for sure what Qiao Wan liked to eat, and it seemed that he knew nothing about her.

"I'm not saying anything more, I'm going inside to play with the kids." Fu Yuanzhou left with a meaningful remark: "Hansheng, I've discovered that Qiao Wan's attraction to you is purely physical; all the children she has look so much like you."

Pei Hansheng was stunned for a moment, then a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face.

He had suspected that Xiao Bao was his child, so he had someone investigate. It turned out that the woman had indeed secretly gone to the sperm bank, chosen a sperm donor, and gave birth to the child without saying a word.

He had wronged her during those two years, running away so far away, not wanting to face their relationship. But what Qiao Wan did was much crueler than what he did.

Goldman Sachs led a man over: "Mr. Pei, the landlord is here. Shall we sign the contract?"

"sign."

The landlord, a 60-year-old man, said: "There's a woman and a child living in my house. I thought I should at least give them a heads-up, otherwise it would be a bit unethical to kick them out during the Lunar New Year."

"Isn't it unethical of you to raise prices arbitrarily?"

Pei Hansheng glanced at the price on the contract; it was five times higher than the market price of the house!

The landlord was a little embarrassed: "This isn't what you said, that you could name your price however you want."

Pei Hansheng signed his name at the signature area and reached out to ask the landlord for the key.

The landlord hesitated, "I still need to tell Miss Qiao and Miss Shen, oh dear..."

Pei Hansheng snatched the keys away impatiently: "Goldman Sachs, transfer the money to him."

The man unlocked the door with his key and swaggered into the house.

Qiao Wan and Shen Yingtang were busy in the kitchen when they heard the noise and turned around to look at each other.

Qiao Wan came out wearing an apron, her hands still covered in beef dumpling filling: "Get out!"

Pei Hansheng pulled up a chair at the dining table, sat down leisurely, and tapped his fingers on the table idly: "I am the master of this house now. Let's see who dares to kick me out."