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

He was the one who made the mistake, yet he's arguing with her in a questioning tone.

Qiao Wan knew the man in front of her all too well.

Every time something happens to her, the first person she contacts is always Pei Hansheng. It's an unconscious action. All he ever gives her is disappointment and loneliness.

This feeling is unbearable. She has given up, but she still doesn't learn her lesson. She can't learn a lesson even if she gives her life. She's so pathetic.

Pei Hansheng didn't really regret it that much.

He was nice to her only to make himself feel better.

It's not love, it doesn't even qualify as heartache.

He probably wouldn't have the same attitude towards Zhao Zhao, Jiang Chunzhi, or even the newly acquainted Miss Suo.

Qiao Wan felt completely chilled; she was utterly heartbroken.

"Are you going to argue with me, Pei Hansheng? What did I do wrong?"

Pei Hansheng didn't want to argue with Qiao Wan; he was only concerned about her health right now.

"You know what you've done. The Pei family has been completely fooled by you, but now is not the time to hold you accountable."

He looked away, the tenderness in his eyes gone.

The thought that he and Xiaobao, his biological father and son, had not been able to recognize each other for three years, and that he had missed the two most important moments between mother and son, those parent-child moments that he could never make up for no matter what he did, made him feel deeply saddened.

Pei Hansheng really wanted to break Qiao Wan's legs. She could do whatever she wanted, but she could only act recklessly under his nose.

Qiao Wan clenched her hands, a hint of sadness welling up in her eyes.

The secret that had been kept for four years was finally discovered by Pei Hansheng.

She had racked her brains trying to tell Pei Hansheng the good news that he had a son, attempting to use this inseparable blood relationship to keep herself in the marriage. If it had been two years earlier, she would have fought desperately for it.

Qiao Wan has given up hope.

Nothing is truly irreplaceable. Even a biological mother can abandon her child and watch her suffer. This world is devoid of warmth and filled with deception.

Only by becoming strong, independent, and resilient, and by loving herself and her son properly, could she possibly continue to stay in a loveless marriage and suffer the bitterness of betrayal.

Pei Hansheng carried Qiao Wan to take her for a medical check-up. While waiting outside, he contacted the hotel.

"Have you found those two interns?"

"This was clearly a premeditated kidnapping. They were very familiar with the hotel and deliberately lowered their heads to cover their faces when passing by each camera, so there were almost no shots showing their faces."

"Give the video to the police. Also, seal off the main suite and have technicians go in to do fingerprint analysis."

"Okay, I understand."

Pei Hansheng opened the surveillance screenshots of the two kidnappers saved on his phone.

Looking at it closely, it seems like I've seen it somewhere before.

"Mr. Pei, your wife's test results are in."

Pei Hansheng put away his phone, took the examination reports, and examined them one by one, meticulously.

"Overall, there's nothing seriously wrong. The brain and psychological issues you're worried about haven't caused any damage. It's just that you caught a cold. Continue taking nourishing and warming medicines to help restore your health."

"What does this ultrasound of the uterus mean?"

"My wife has a history of miscarriage, so let's check on her recovery while we're at it."

"How is the situation?"

"You're recovering well. Once you've replenished your energy and blood, having a second child shouldn't be a problem."

We have a son who is three years old.

"That's the third child." The hospital director smiled. "Your wife is still young and has good fertility. Your mother came to ask me last time if Mrs. Pei could still have children. I joked that there was no need to worry at all. Your wife's belly is so big, she could easily have ten children in one pregnancy."

Pei Hansheng raised the corners of his lips, flipped through the medical report, and was clearly pleased with these words.

"My wife is too delicate, so we're not in a rush to have children. Let's focus on building our relationship first."

As he spoke, he went to find Qiao Wan.

The woman sat on the examination bed, facing the window, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought.

She was unhappy, often like this, unlike before, when whenever Qiao Wan looked at him, her eyes would be full of smiles, a happiness emanating from the bottom of her heart.

Now, no matter what Pei Hansheng tries, he can't make her smile. He stopped at the door without going in, narrowed his eyes, and his dark eyes revealed an unreadable emotion.

He can't let her go; now he wants to love her properly.

Qiao Wan's phone rang, and it rang for a long time before she came to her senses and answered it.

"Xiao Tang, I'm fine, don't worry. Don't listen to your brother's nonsense. I'm busy. Take good care of yourself, and I'll be fine too."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Wan felt a wave of sadness wash over her.

It was impossible for her not to be scared. She was trapped in a refrigerated truck, in complete darkness, and the suffocating cold air made her feel like she was going to die.

The call for help only brought a casual reply from Zhaozhao: "Just hang in there a little longer."

Where was Pei Hansheng at that time, and what were they doing together?

She was fed up with being the one who was abandoned, yet she could not escape her fate time and time again.

She buried her face in her arms, and tears fell silently.

She felt a weight on her as the man's suit jacket fell onto her shoulder.

"Wife, I'm sorry."

Qiao Wan shrank back, tears streaming down her face.

I'm sorry, but those words, spoken so casually, didn't cause her the slightest change in her heart.

Pei Hansheng cradled Qiao Wan's head in his hands; her small face was wet with tears. His heart ached: "I promise, I will never let this happen again."

Qiao Wan's expression was cold: "You can't guarantee anything. Believe it or not, similar things will definitely happen again."

As long as the women around him remain, competition and jealousy will give rise to the ugliest aspects of a woman's humanity, even leading her to resort to any means necessary and do all sorts of despicable things in order to win his favor.

Jiang Chunzhi, Zhao Zhao, Suo Weiqi, and Fu Miaona—without exception, women who cannot have the love they desire either painfully let go or ruthlessly eliminate their rivals. There are no winners.

What do love and marriage ultimately bring to a woman? She often wondered, or perhaps true love was destined not to come to her; it was her fate, and she accepted it.

Pei Hansheng wiped away the tears on her cheeks and noticed the growing world-weariness in her expression, as if she didn't care about anything and could leave this world at any time.

Whenever Qiao Wan was in this state, he would look at her face and always want to put her down and torment her, make her frown, sweat, scream in pain, and finally lose control and come with him.

That Qiao Wan was vivid and lively, belonging only to Pei Hansheng.

"You really don't trust me that much? Qiao Wan, you're seriously underestimating your man."

"I don't trust you, nor do I trust any of the women around you."

"Do you know who kidnapped you?" Pei Hansheng caught something. "Who was it? Zhao Zhao, or some woman I know?"

"I told you, what would you do? Kill them? It's something that could be solved with a few words of comfort, why make such a fuss, right?"

Qiao Wan sneered.

Fu Miaona, she is Fu Yuanzhou's younger sister, the sister that the mother and son abandoned their own child in exchange for. How could they not favor her?

And then there's Suo Weiqi, the woman Rong Wenying had her eye on. If she's punished, who will carry on the Pei family line?

Nobody loves her; she's the easiest to bully.

"Tell me, and whoever it is, I'll solve it for you."

Qiao Wan scoffed, not taking his words seriously.

"Sovich and Fu Miaona, go ahead, Pei Hansheng, let's see how you deal with them."

After she finished speaking, she withdrew her hand, got off the bed, and left the examination room.

The breeze through the corridor carried the warmth of early spring, but she was still cold. She hugged herself, pulled her coat tighter, and walked quickly.

She's exhausted and just wants to go home, get a good night's sleep, and then go and get her son back.