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

Qiao Wan was bound by the man; he held her so tightly and spoke to her with such doting affection.

It's as if they have a great relationship and nothing has happened.

But when he was cold and his life was in danger, Pei Han was never there; there were always other women by his side.

A relationship that only provides pleasure but cannot even provide basic security has no reason to continue.

She dodged, her face showing obvious impatience.

"Pei Hansheng, say what you have to say, don't resort to violence."

Pei Hansheng released his grip, feeling thoroughly doused with a bucket of cold water.

Qiao Wan turned around, walked towards the sofa, and poured two cups of herbal tea.

"Since you want to talk about Xiao Bao, let's take this opportunity to clarify things."

Pei Hansheng walked over with his suit jacket in hand, stood there, and looked at the woman sitting there in a businesslike manner.

He really didn't know what to do with her.

This woman wore him down until he lost his temper.

Not only did she secretly become pregnant with his child, but she also concealed it from his repeated questioning. He should have been angry with her. Xiao Bao is a member of the Pei family and the next heir of a prestigious family. She must have suffered a lot in these three years.

He also suffered mental torment and compromised countless times before finally accepting the child that should have belonged to him.

"Qiao Wan, how did Xiao Bao come to be?"

Qiao Wan's expression was indifferent as she held a cup of floral tea in her hand and glanced at the sofa next to her: "Sit down and talk. It puts a lot of pressure on me to stand here."

Pei Hansheng chuckled and strode closer, his deep, cold eyes fixed on her like a hawk: "I'm afraid if I get too close, I'll strangle you."

A cold wind rose above Qiao Wan's head, and a dangerous aura pressed down on her. She shifted her feet, ready to get up and run away at any moment.

The man approached her, lowered his eyes, and stared at her pale face.

Qiao Wan subconsciously gripped the cup tightly and nervously swallowed.

Pei Hansheng's lips curled slightly.

They must have done something wrong to be so afraid.

He reached out and pinched her delicate chin. This beautiful face often appeared in his dreams abroad, where she did all sorts of bad things. As a result, every time he looked at her, those images would surface, making him feel unbearably hot.

He pinched Qiao Wan's lips with his fingertips.

What a beautiful little mouth, so red and alluring, but almost nothing she says is true; it can drive you crazy.

The pressure on her hand increased, and Qiao Wan frowned: "Pei Hansheng, don't touch me."

"If you won't let me touch you, then who do you want to touch you? Hmm?"

Qiao Wan snapped impatiently, "It's none of your business!"

"Tsk."

Pei Hansheng loosened his grip, causing Qiao Wan's bones to ache. Her eyes welled up with tears, and her body trembled involuntarily.

The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her up. The cup in Qiao Wan's hand slipped and splashed water all over Pei Hansheng's pants.

"What are you doing? If you have something to say, say it properly, don't act recklessly!"

Qiao Wan struggled, but the man's warm, large hand covered her back and pressed her against his chest.

"Don't move, the more you struggle, the more I'll hurt you."

Qiao Wan was also exhausted, so she clung to him, and the two seemed to be embracing.

Pei Hansheng's thin lips brushed lightly against her ear, his deep, pleasant voice penetrating and reaching her ear canal.

"I want to know, exactly when did we have our first time? Why do I have no recollection of it? How did I perform that time? Did I satisfy you?"

Qiao Wan's ears were itchy, her face was flushed, and even the tips of her ears were pink and very alluring.

"The time you and I argued, you drank a lot of alcohol that night and got completely drunk."

Pei Hansheng thought for a moment, but really couldn't remember anything.

Before he went abroad, they had many arguments, each one more serious than the last, until one time, Qiao Wan said she couldn't stand him anymore and wanted to divorce him.

That was the first time she brought up divorce with him, and he felt an inexplicable anger.

This woman used him to get her first boyfriend's sentence reduced, and once she achieved her goal, she couldn't keep up the act any longer.

This is something no man with pride or a sense of self-respect would tolerate.

He had considered sleeping with her and having a child, and even quit smoking to prepare for pregnancy, but Qiao Wan didn't want him to touch her at all. As soon as he got into bed, she would turn her back to him.

Lying together, he reached out, his fingertips slipping inside her pajamas. She sprang up quickly, her eyes filled with wariness and alertness.

"How many more times are you going to play me? I was ignorant before, but now I know my place. From now on, let's sleep in separate rooms."

Qiao Wan took her pillow and blanket to the small room, leaving him there alone, feeling a surge of anger inside that she couldn't vent.

play?

He never intended to toy with her; from the day she became his wife, he was already envisioning their future together.

She had someone she couldn't let go of, and she called out that man's name every night. As her husband, he said some harsh words when he lost his temper, which may have hurt her.

But it certainly didn't come to the point of a complete break.

He tried to explain what she said, but she didn't care and never gave him a chance.

Back then, Pei Hansheng was a chauvinist with a pride that valued his life more than anything. If a woman dared to give him the cold shoulder, and he couldn't coax her back, she would only take advantage of his kindness. So he simply went abroad and left her hanging for a while, thinking she would eventually give in.

He just didn't expect that Qiao Wan was even more ruthless and heartless than he had imagined.

If he hadn't seen her diary and the things she packed in the warehouse, he would never have known that this woman had loved him.

Back then, we were young and arrogant, and neither of us wanted to back down. Our flawed communication methods pushed the other person further and further away.

Pei Hansheng is much more patient now; he's willing to lower his head and coax her.

Pei Hansheng's fingertips caressed Qiao Wan's earlobe, his voice seductive: "That time I got drunk, and then... I slept with you?"

Qiao Wan disliked this way of talking; it didn't seem like they were discussing serious matters, but rather like they were flirting.

She felt conflicted: "Let go first, I can't breathe."

Pei Hansheng chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his voice: "What's there to be nervous about? I'm not going to eat you."

Qiao Wan pushed him away. After the kidnapping, she couldn't act as if nothing had happened and deal with him.

"That night, you drank a lot of alcohol and mistook me for Jiang Chunzhi, so you have no memory of me at all."

Pei Hansheng frowned: "Impossible, how could I mistake you for her when we were doing that kind of thing?"

Qiao Wan sneered: "It's true, you called her name all night. At that time, you had her in your heart. Do you remember when you were lying in bed after the car accident, you were holding a photo of you two from college? I accidentally dropped it on the ground, and you got angry with me. You actually care a lot about Jiang Chunzhi. You wanted to marry her but couldn't, so you resent me quite a bit."

Pei Hansheng's tone was somewhat serious: "I did have the idea of ​​marrying Jiang Chunzhi, but I didn't even know you at that time. It was all arranged by my family. I was young and didn't know anything. Qiao Wan, you really like to get jealous for no reason."

Qiao Wan was speechless: "You don't need to explain. Let's get back to the point. We're talking about Xiao Bao now."

She took an agreement out of the drawer.

"Look, you can't have Xiaobao after the divorce, so go to your mother's place tomorrow, take the child out, and give him back to me."

Pei Hansheng took the agreement and glanced through it: "What is this thing? It's absurd."

Qiao Wan flipped to the last page and pointed to his signature: "You signed it."

Pei Hansheng confirmed several times that the handwriting was his own: "When did I sign this inexplicable document?"

Qiao Wan pursed her lips: "Once."

Pei Hansheng narrowed his eyes.

He suddenly remembered this.

That night, Qiao Wan was unusually proactive in bed, like a bewitching enchantress, captivating him completely. She handed him a document, saying she wanted one of his houses in the western suburbs.

When he was in the throes of passion, all he could think about was doing *that* with her; he had no rationality left and signed without even looking at the document.