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

Pei Hansheng finished his phone call with his subordinate and walked out of his study.

"Honey, I'm going to the company to sign a contract after we have breakfast. You..."

Qiao Wan wasn't in the bedroom; he searched everywhere but couldn't find her.

The breakfast on the table, including the medicinal soup he had ordered to be made, was still steaming.

This woman is really disobedient.

Pei Hansheng picked up his phone and called Qiao Wan.

"Where did you go?"

"Meeting a client."

"You're not even eating breakfast when meeting clients?"

"You eat it."

"This is specially made to treat women with cold uterus. Do you know how much effort Aunt Liu and the chef put into preparing the freshest ingredients every day from dawn to dusk, and how much work they put into extracting the essence of the herbs? No matter how much wealth you have, you shouldn't waste it like this."

Pei Hansheng didn't think Qiao Wan was wasting his money.

"Come back now, and I'll make sure you eat properly from now on."

"Pei Hansheng, I really don't have time." Qiao Wan hung up the phone, took off her Bluetooth headset, and focused on driving.

An Leyi recommended a project to her. The client was a second-generation returnee from overseas, the heir of Xiangda Catering Group. He recently opened a high-end steakhouse and was looking into wine sourcing. Besides Leyi Winery, there were several other brands competing for the contract. Qiao Wan's task today was to secure this contract in one fell swoop.

"Beep beep beep beep..."

On Pei Hansheng's end, the mechanical voice on the phone annoyed him.

He scoffed and loosened his tie.

Call Goldman Sachs.

"Go and find out what work Qiao Wan did today and where she went."

After Pei Hansheng acquired the winery, Goldman Sachs helped manage it. Goldman Sachs finally understood the situation and acquired a tracking device to monitor Qiao Wan's movements.

"Reporting to President Pei, your wife is discussing a collaboration with the new general manager of Xiangda Catering today."

Pei Hansheng narrowed his eyes.

He had played golf with the chairman of Xiangda Catering. The chairman was of retirement age and had a young but well-known son studying abroad.

He asked Goldman Sachs, "Is the new general manager of Xiangda Catering the son of Chairman Wan?"

"That's right, it's Wan Haoran, the most handsome rich second-generation in Beijing."

Pei Hansheng scoffed.

Isn't he the most handsome rich second-generation in Beijing?

This title was chosen by the public, and the media posted photos of several heirs from wealthy and powerful families online, sparking a highly heated discussion.

That year, Pei Hansheng was a junior in business school. Pei Xinyang took him to the country's highest business conference. He sat among a group of respected middle-aged people, who were business tycoons from all over the world. The media casually snapped a group photo, and he quickly became an internet sensation.

Whether it's looks, physique, height, or family background and wealth, he's top-notch. You can only find people like him online. The other scions of wealthy families who are being praised are completely overshadowed by him.

Pei Hansheng is almost thirty now, but he still looks great. However, people's tastes are more inclined to seek novelty, and the attention he receives for Wan Haoran is no less than that for Pei Hansheng back then.

"That's right, Mr. Pei. Your wife and Mr. Wan have arranged to meet at Mr. Wan's newly opened steakhouse. This steakhouse is currently the largest Western restaurant in Beijing and even in the whole country. It has a lot of character and style and is very popular among young people."

"How come I've never heard of it?"

Is he not young anymore? Pei Hansheng was annoyed by Goldman Sachs's words.

"Send me your address."

The man poured the medicinal food from the table back into the thermos and prepared to go find Qiao Wan.

That woman caught a chill, yet she still dared to eat Western food, completely ignoring the doctor's advice. How will she ever have children in the future?

Pei Hansheng carried the thermos downstairs and followed the navigation to the newly opened Western restaurant.

Located in the most prominent commercial district, the exterior is in the style of a medieval castle. Stepping inside is a completely different world from the outside, with a tropical rainforest-style design, green plants, lighting, and music that create a relaxed and laid-back atmosphere that is popular among young people today.

Pei Hansheng glanced at it: "Neither fish nor fowl."

This place is huge, with many fancy private rooms. The doors are hand-painted with African savannahs, and each door represents a different animal. Pei Hansheng doesn't know which private room Qiao Wan is in.

"President Pei?"

Behind him, the woman patted his shoulder.

Pei Hansheng turned around and saw Zhaozhao.

She was carrying a stack of documents, wearing a business suit, and had a large bag slung over her shoulder with the Orange Color brand logo printed on it.

Pei Hansheng frowned: "What are you doing here?"

"Of course, it's about talking to clients."

"What's in the bag?"

"Trial packs and these materials—I've compiled information on each product so it's easier for customers to see."

Pei Hansheng rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

He said very seriously, "Zhaozhao, you should have the company's product information memorized, instead of showing it to customers. They don't have that much patience."

Zhao Zhao pouted and said, "I really tried my best."

Her gaze fell on the thermos in Pei Hansheng's hand; she hadn't even recognized him from behind.

"Mr. Pei, did you bring a thermos to eat Western food?"

"For Qiao Wan."

Zhao Zhao paused for a moment, then said sullenly, "Mrs. Pei is so lucky. It seems Mr. Pei doesn't plan to get a divorce."

"This is none of your business."

Pei Hansheng's gaze passed over Zhao Zhao and noticed Qiao Wan walking out of the private room.

The young man talking animatedly beside her was Wan Haoran, the young master of the Wan family. He was wearing a blue suit with his sleeves rolled up and his hands in his pockets. He was saying something that made Qiao Wan laugh.

"Mr. Wan, then I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

Qiao Wan was all smiles after securing the big order, and reached out her hand to Wan Haoran.

Wan Haoran tilted his head, stared at the hand Qiao Wan offered, smiled handsomely, reached out and squeezed her fingertips, then quickly withdrew his hand.

"Miss Qiao isn't wearing a ring, is she still single?"

Before Qiao Wan could answer, a ghostly figure appeared behind her, accompanied by a chilling wind. She glanced behind her, and the smile on her face froze.

Then I noticed Zhao Zhao; she seemed unwell.

Wan Haoran was somewhat confused as he faced the man in front of him. He had just returned to the country and his father had not yet introduced him to anyone. Although he could not recall Pei Hansheng's name, the face looked familiar, as if he had seen it in a textbook. In any case, the man must be someone important.

Pei Hansheng didn't even glance at him, and said to Qiao Wan:

"How many times do I have to tell you before you learn? Do I have to personally feed you the medicinal diet for fertility?"

Qiao Wan was a little annoyed and ignored him, nodding politely to Wan Haoran: "Mr. Wan, I'll be going now, I'll contact you later."

She walked quickly outside.

Zhao Zhao observed from the side. When Qiao Wan passed by, she smiled and said, seemingly politely, "Sister Qiao Wan, I knew you could overcome difficulties and save yourself. I wish I were half as independent as you, so I wouldn't have to rely on others for everything."

That's really harsh.

Who doesn't want someone to rely on? Having someone to rely on is a skill in itself.

Qiao Wan sneered.

She turned around and looked at the man approaching.

"Pei Hansheng, do you dare to spill the soup on Zhaozhao?" She stared into Pei Hansheng's eyes, a light smile in them: "If you spill it, it proves you love me."