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

"This is a rented house, how did it become your home?"

Pei Hansheng tossed the newly signed purchase contract onto the table and told Qiao Wan to look at it herself.

Qiao Wan pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, picked up the contract and flipped through it, then crumpled the tissue into a ball and threw it at Pei Hansheng's face.

"What a scoundrel!"

Pei Hansheng frowned: "Qiao Wan, you're acting like a shrew."

"You think I'm a shrew?" Qiao Wan picked up a glass of water and splashed it at Pei Hansheng. "Then I'll show you."

Pei Hansheng stood up, patted the water droplets off his clothes, looked up at Qiao Wan, and gritted his teeth in resentment: "Qiao Wan, you're something else."

Xiao Bao saw this, rummaged through the toy box, found a water gun, turned on the tap, filled it with water, and sprayed it randomly at Pei Hansheng.

"You big bad guy, you're not allowed to bully my mommy!"

Pei Xiongkai chimed in from the sidelines, "Xiao Bao, come here, your great-grandfather will teach you how to aim and shoot."

Pei Hansheng, soaked from the water gun, grabbed Qiao Wan's hand and led her into the bedroom: "I feel terrible all over, find me some clothes to change into."

"Then hurry up and leave. Go to Tanshu, go to the Pei family's old residence. Staying here will only make you feel worse."

"Get this straight, I'm your landlord now. I can tell you to pack your things and leave anytime, and you'll be sleeping on the streets."

Qiao Wan's lips trembled, and she mumbled something under her breath.

"I don't have any men's clothes here."

"When you and Yi Yanzhi took a shower together, didn't he have it on him?"

Pei Hansheng gritted his teeth, opened the wardrobe, and scanned the rows of clothes with his eyes.

It was all Qiao Wan's women's clothing.

This means she hasn't started living with a man yet.

"Who gave you permission to rummage through my clothes!" Qiao Wan said angrily. "I told you there are no clothes here that you can wear. Go home and change."

"Where's that men's bathrobe?" Pei Hansheng pressed aggressively. "You even have such a private item? Do men often come to your house? The last time I came over, I caught you and Yi Yanzhi. Did I ruin your plans?"

Qiao Wan felt an oppressive aura rising from above, enveloping her from above, leaving her with nowhere to retreat, and she sat on the bed.

Pei Hansheng leaned down, his cold aura enveloping her.

"How far did things go that night? You took a shower together, and then what?"

His hot breath sprayed onto her face, burning intensely, making Qiao Wan's nose sting and causing her to look away.

"Get lost, Pei Hansheng!"

Pei Hansheng narrowed his eyes, radiating a dangerous cold light, and pinched Qiao Wan's chin, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Tell me, what did you two do then? Did you use all the moves I taught you on him, huh? Qiao Wan, was he happier than me calling you?"

Qiao Wan stared into his sharp black eyes, a pang of sadness welling up in her own. She pushed his shoulder forcefully, but his tall frame pressed her down.

"Well……"

The man's kiss was domineering and intense, ruthlessly invading her.

With children and guests outside, she dared not make too much noise, and bit and punched him.

Pei Hansheng unbuttoned his shirt, took off his tie, threw it at Qiao Wan, and pressed down on her again.

Another round of intense kisses ensued, and Qiao Wan was unable to resist, her body going limp.

She hated her body, wondering why she always succumbed to temptation uncontrollably.

"Have you ever done this with him?" Pei Hansheng grabbed her wrists, placed them above her head, buried his face in her neck, and bit her with his teeth, his voice muffled.

"When he kissed you, did you think of me, or that you were still married?"

Qiao Wan bit her lip, her eyes filled with only a cold indifference and a lack of light.

Pei Hansheng raised his face and saw that she had bitten her lip so hard it was almost bleeding. He felt a dull pain in his heart and reached out to release her mouth.

"Qiao Wan, let go!"

Qiao Wan bit his finger hard, so hard that Pei Hansheng felt like his bones were about to break.

"You hate me that much?" He was on top of her, staring at her tear-streaked face, his heart breaking. "You hate me so much you don't want me to touch you, you hate me so much you won't even look at me again."

Qiao Wan stared at him with her wet eyes, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, you're filthy."

A surge of blood rushed to Pei Hansheng's head. He got off her, his body filled with rage that was almost unbearable, as if the stitched-up wound in his heart was about to burst open.

"You're making me so angry during the New Year; we'll never be friends again."

Qiao Wan got out of bed and wiped the lingering scent of the man from her lips.

"From now on, let's each go our own way and not bother each other."

Pei Hansheng's chest heaved violently, veins bulging on his forearms and neck, as he overturned the clothes hanger.

Qiao Wan glanced at the clothes scattered on the ground and sneered, "Besides losing your temper with me and giving me the silent treatment, what else can you do? As a husband, you are really terrible."

A flicker of panic crossed Pei Hansheng's eyes, but it vanished in an instant, leaving only a look of mockery.

"Who drove me to this point, Qiao Wan?"

Qiao Wan got up, tidied her hair, and walked around him to leave the bedroom.

Pei Hansheng strode over and pulled her into his arms, asking, "Qiao Wan, are you really sure you want a divorce?"

Qiao Wan remained calm, raising her eyes to ask him indifferently, "What, are you having second thoughts?"

Pei Hansheng's eyes held a darkness as deep as the sea: "Yes, I regret it."

Qiao Wan turned her head to the side, her tone icy cold: "It's too late."

Pei Hansheng chuckled softly, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"I regret it. I left too late. We should have ended it sooner."

Qiao Wan felt a stinging sensation in her heart, like being stung by a small insect: "Yes, it should have ended long ago. It would have been better if it had never happened in the first place."

She pushed him away: "What's the point of saying all this now? You shouldn't be here. You should be with Ms. Rong and Jiang Chunzhi."

Pei Hansheng gripped her waist, an indescribable desire surging within him.

"I'm staying here tonight; I'm going to spend the night here."

"You're crazy!"

Qiao Wan struggled, feeling the tension in his body; the sensation terrified her, and she was on the verge of tears.

"Why not? Hmm?" He bit her ear, his hot breath spraying into her ear canal, his voice hoarse and seductive: "Don't you want to?"

Qiao Wan placed her hand on his shoulder: "We're over, Pei Hansheng, don't force me."

He held her hand, enjoying the way it blushed when she looked at him, as it roamed over his muscular body: "Qiao Wan, I missed you so much, so very much..."

Qiao Wan felt like she was being burned by a fire. In the occasional fleeting glances they exchanged, she caught a deep desire in his eyes.

It also upset her.

Pei Hansheng chuckled wickedly in her ear, "Your body tells you the truth, Qiao Wan. Don't lie to yourself, you miss me too, don't you?"

Qiao Wan was going crazy. Her grandfather and older brother were both outside, separated by a door. Pei Hansheng was too shameless, knowing she wouldn't dare to do anything.

Pei Hansheng lowered his head, bit her lip, grabbed her hand and pressed it against the door, their fingers intertwined.

Qiao Wan was forced to tilt her head back and accept his advances, tears streaming down her face. Pei Hansheng sucked on her tears, his eyes full of affection.

He admitted that he couldn't bear to part with her, at least physically...