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

Pei Hansheng was so angry he gritted his teeth, a surge of anger rising in his head, and he roared, "Qiao Wan! Don't be so reckless! Divorce your father and keep your son? How could you even think of that!"

Qiao Wan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she took a few steps back.

Pei Hansheng rarely got this angry, and she hadn't expected him to react so strongly.

"Once you've made a move, there's no going back. You've signed it, so you should accept it."

Pei Hansheng sneered, tore the agreement to shreds, and pressed closer to Qiao Wan.

"Have I been too nice to you, Qiao Wan? Are you trying to force me to take a hard line?"

The man's face was covered by a shadow, and his expression was somewhat frightening.

Qiao Wan clenched her fists, trying to remain calm: "The copy you tore up wasn't the original. I don't want this to go to court, and you don't want to ruin your reputation, right?"

Pei Hansheng suddenly let out a low, cold laugh.

He said through gritted teeth, "I'll show you right now what it means to be untrustworthy and to turn your back on someone."

"what!"

The next second, Qiao Wan was hoisted onto the man's shoulder and carried to the unlit study.

The man stopped at the window: "I'll throw you out right now. If you keep causing trouble like this, one of us will die sooner or later."

The window opened, and the night wind rushed in, blowing Qiao Wan's hair into disarray. She looked at the night view at her feet, shivering all over.

Pei Hansheng was just trying to scare her. He put her on the ground, felt her hands were cold, and then closed the window.

He grabbed her by the neck, pulled her into his arms, grabbed her hand, and put it inside her clothes, near her heart.

Qiao Wan is like a cold-blooded snake; no matter how much you try to warm her up, she won't get warm.

He gripped her wrist tightly: "Why are you shaking!"

"Cold, Pei Hansheng, I'm afraid of you. Don't let me see you."

Qiao Wan couldn't control herself. Perhaps the fear from earlier had awakened the shadow left in the refrigerated truck, causing both her psychological and physiological reactions to panic.

"What are you afraid of me for?" Pei Hansheng took off his shirt, then unbuttoned Qiao Wan's pajamas, pulling her into his arms and trying to warm her with his body heat. "Will this make you feel better?"

Qiao Wan closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.

"You only become anxious after the damage is done, but you always miss opportunities—missing my calls, missing the chance to rescue me from the kidnapping scene, which is why I miscarried and lost my baby. When you were with Zhaozhao, did you ever think I might die?"

"What Zhao Zhao? Why bring her up?" Pei Hansheng picked her up. "Go take a hot bath."

Qiao Wan shook her head, lowered her head, and felt utterly heartbroken.

Tears fell onto the back of the man's hand, and even the tears were icy cold.

A hint of nervousness appeared on the man's face as he turned and went into the bedroom.

He placed Qiao Wan on the large bed, and the man pressed his tall body down on her, his burning heat enveloping her, and she stopped trembling so much.

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes, glancing over her half-open nightgown, his gaze deep and intense.

He sighed softly, took her hand, and intertwined their fingers.

"Let's break a sweat, hmm?"

Qiao Wan was startled by the heat in his eyes. She resisted but couldn't escape. The man lowered his head, and his warm lips dispelled the chill from her body. He was extremely patient. Qiao Wan was sweating profusely, and the temperature in the air rose. Only then did she feel a little warmth.

Pei Hansheng stared at the faint red marks he had left on her snow-white skin, his eyes turning red. He lost all restraint and couldn't wait to possess her...

……

I slept soundly until dawn.

Qiao Wan opened her eyes; the man beside her was still asleep.

She wasn't wearing any clothes, and the blankets were warm; her hands and feet were sweaty.

She usually wakes up to a cold bed. This bed is small, and Pei Hansheng squeezes into it, as if there's a stove next to her.

She was so hot that she threw off the covers to find some clothes to wear. Just as she got up, the man raised his arm and pulled her back into his embrace.

"Hmm... I'll sleep a little longer."

The man had his eyes closed, his voice nasal and deep like a bass cannon, as if he had just woken up.

Qiao Wan was pinned down by him, and scenes from last night flashed through her mind. She felt nothing in her heart, but her body was filled with pleasure and enjoyment.

That's good too; if I don't take it to heart, my emotions won't be stirred.

"Wake up! When are we going to pick up Xiaobao?"

Pei Hansheng grabbed her hand, their fingers intertwined: "Just let him stay at the old house for a few days. There will be someone watching over him, so what's there to worry about?"

"Get this straight, we're getting a divorce, and Xiaobao has nothing to do with your family."

Pei Hansheng opened his eyes: "Why are you so stubborn, woman? We already have a child, why are you still making a fuss about divorce? Wouldn't it be better to give the child a complete family? If you keep making a fuss, I'll tie you up and lock you up in Tanshu."

"I'm not making a scene, I want a divorce."

Qiao Wan shook off his hand, sat up, revealing half of her snow-white body, exuding sexiness and femininity, which calmed Pei Han down considerably.

He picked up Qiao Wan's pajamas, warmed them against his chest with his body heat, and dressed her, saying, "Raise your arm."

Qiao Wan didn't cooperate, so he threw away her pajamas and pinned her down: "Still making a scene, huh? I have plenty of time to deal with you today."

Pei Hansheng started tormenting her again, and Qiao Wan was so frightened that she cried out of fear.

The man was caught in a dilemma. He only did it once, then filled a basin with warm water, cleaned and tidied himself up, and dressed Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan, her eyes red, let him do as he pleased, her whole body limp. Pei Hansheng loved her gentle and boneless nature. She was a bit stubborn, but in some ways, she was addictive, and he didn't care what she did.

"Alright, I'll take you to the old house."

"I want to bring Xiaobao back."

"Your current physical condition is not suitable for taking care of children. My mother took him to see the Hungry International School, and he has already started school today."

"Xiao Bao isn't at the old house? Then what do you want me to do?"

"You gave our family our eldest grandson, aren't you going to claim your reward?"

Qiao Wan kicked the man: "I want a divorce, Pei Hansheng, can't you understand human language?"

Pei Hansheng sighed, put on his clothes, and said with a gloomy face, "Qiao Wan, don't even think about getting a divorce. It's impossible."

Qiao Wan didn't say anything and sat on the bed.

She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face, and began to sob softly.

Pei Hansheng, wearing a watch, frowned deeply: "Crying won't help. I said I won't divorce you, and that's final, unless you give me Xiaobao."

"Then you can have it," Qiao Wan said softly, a resolute glint in her eyes. "I don't want the child, and I want a divorce."

Get a divorce first. As for the child, we'll find a way to steal him away. She can't live without Xiaobao, and Xiaobao can't live without his mother. They'll definitely go with her.

Pei Hansheng paused, staring at Qiao Wan in silence for a moment: "Qiao Wan, have you gone mad? You're starting a fight with me first thing in the morning. Is this divorce absolutely necessary? What are you doing this for?"

"You know why in your heart. I've accumulated too much disappointment, and I don't want to be with you anymore."

"Because of Zhaozhao?" Pei Hansheng chuckled silently, kneeling on the bed, leaning forward, and wiping away Qiao Wan's tears.

"Are you jealous again? I told you, she's just a friend entrusted to us by an old acquaintance. She's raising two children alone, and she doesn't even have the ability to survive. Why does she insist on going abroad? If someone dies, it's no joke."

Qiao Wan's lips curled into a mocking smile: "Don't my life and Xiao Bao's life matter?"

"Xiao Bao is your life, and also my life."

Pei Hansheng's phone rang on the table. He glanced at it, picked it up, and said, "I'll take this call. Aunt Liu has put breakfast on the table."

The man entered the study with his phone in hand: "Tell Song Xueyi that even the government is having a headache over that piece of land. Unless I take it on, it'll just be a failed project. He doesn't even know what the real estate business is like now, trying to haggle with me like this. He doesn't even know his own limitations..."

Qiao Wan put on her coat, didn't eat breakfast, and left with her bag hanging on her arm.

Every minute I spent with Pei Hansheng was suffocating.