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

Rumble...

Thunderstorms raged, and heavy rain poured down.

Two cars came from opposite directions and stopped on the wide road in the early hours of the morning.

Pei Hansheng got out of the car, his eyes filled with anger, and walked towards Fu Yuanzhou, who was getting out of the car.

A punch landed on his face, and the black umbrella in Fu Yuanzhou's hand fell to the ground and was blown away by the wind.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner that Xia Dingxiang went to see Qiao Wan!"

Fu Yuanzhou swallowed a mouthful of blood: "Now is not the time to fight. Quickly think of the places Qiao Wan is most likely to go when she is sad."

"We've been searching since eight o'clock, turning the entire capital upside down. Besides Tanshu and Shen Yingtang's house, Qiao Wan has nowhere to go in this city!"

Pei Hansheng was on the verge of a breakdown, grabbing Fu Yuanzhou by the collar: "Damn it, if anything happens to her, I'll kill Xia Dingxiang!"

"If you hadn't told Xiaowan about her background, none of this would have happened. She's heartbroken now. You should pray she doesn't do anything rash!"

Fu Yuanzhou pulled Pei Hansheng's hand away, his heart filled with worry at the thought of this possibility.

"I'm calling a few friends right now to ask them to help me search. We have to hurry, Xiaowan could be in danger at any moment."

Pei Hansheng's vision went black. He leaned against the car and pressed his temples.

The two men were soaked by the heavy rain and the biting wind, but nothing could compare to their anxiety at not being able to find Qiao Wan.

Pei Hansheng suddenly remembered something.

Where are the dormitories for the Beijing Municipal Institute of Mathematical Sciences located?

Fu Yuanzhou looked up at him: "What do you mean?"

Pei Hansheng strode to his car, opened the door, and got in.

"Qiao Wan is with her old flame."

Fu Yuanzhou stepped into the passenger seat, took out his phone and started searching for the Institute of Mathematics: "There is an apartment there on Yucai Road. Let's try our luck there."

The car sped through the rain like an arrow, heading towards its destination.

During this time, Fu Yuanzhou's phone kept ringing.

It was a call from Shen Yingtang.

She and Qiao Wan had a good relationship, and perhaps sensing something, Fu Yuanzhou, afraid that she would worry, hung up the phone several times. The more he did this, the more Shen Yingtang called him.

The atmosphere in the car was tense and uneasy. Pei Hansheng glanced at Fu Yuanzhou's phone, which was ringing like a death knell, and said angrily, "Damn it, don't throw the phone out."

Fu Yuanzhou sighed: "It's Xiaotang's. She's been in a bad mood lately and is always suspicious."

"Then you must not let her overthink things. If Qiao Wan finds out, she'll cause trouble for us again. There aren't many people she cares about, except for her son, Shen Yingtang is one of them."

Pei Hansheng felt extremely sad when he talked about this.

Fu Yuanzhou swiped to answer the call, and Shen Yingtang's voice, tinged with sobs, came through: "Fu Yuanzhou, are you hiding something from me?"

No, you're overthinking it.

"Something must have happened to Xiaowan. I called her but she didn't answer. The property management checked on her. It's so late, and it's raining so hard, what is she doing outside?"

"Alright, don't rush." ​​Fu Yuanzhou pinched the bridge of his nose and coaxed, "I promise you, I'll bring Qiao Wan back to you in a little while. Take your medicine by the bedside and go to sleep."

Shen Yingtang, leaning on her cane, stood in front of the living room's French windows, watching the torrential rain outside bending the flowers and plants in the garden: "If you can't bring someone back, I'll go out and find them myself."

"Stop messing around." Fu Yuanzhou was at his wits' end. "My little darling, I promise you, I'll bring Qiao Wan back to you."

As they spoke, the car arrived at the Beijing Municipal Institute of Mathematics. In front of the apartment building, Pei Hansheng spotted Qiao Wan's car at a glance.

He suddenly became furious and pulled a shiny black gun from the car.

Damn it, he's going to kill someone.

After hurriedly finishing his conversation with Shen Yingtang, Fu Yuanzhou got out of the car and caught up with the furious man.

……

In Ye Jizhou's apartment, Qiao Wan was holding a small, thin orange cat.

The kitten was just born, tiny and unable to walk yet. It lay on the road, cars coming and going, and it moved its body more slowly than a tortoise.

Qiao Wan and several other car owners got out of their cars, vying to have the kitten. Qiao Wan was in a bad mood, and seeing the kitten reminded her of what had happened that day. Tears streamed down her face as she cried and begged the others to give her the kitten.

Seeing how upset she was, the other people stopped arguing.

Qiao Wan grabbed the kitten and got into the car, only to realize that she had never owned a cat before, and it was just a tiny kitten. If she took it home, it would starve to death in a few days.

She thought that Ye Jizhou liked to pick up stray animals in the port city, so he must have experience, and she brought it to him.

When the kitten was brought here, it was already dying. It was barely clinging to life at the vet. It had pneumonia and a fever. It was quite a ordeal, and that's how it got to where it is now.

Ye Jizhou squatted down to make milk powder for the kitten, glancing sideways at Qiao Wan. She had come to deliver the kitten tonight and seemed to be in a bad mood, clearly having encountered something.

"This kitten is lucky to have met you. Let's find its mother cat tomorrow when the weather clears up."

"I won't look for it."

"It's best for such tiny kittens to stay close to their mother and nurse."

Qiao Wan lowered her head and didn't speak. Ye Jizhou walked over and found that Qiao Wan was in tears.

He quickly knelt down and cupped her face in his hands: "What happened? Who bullied you?"

Qiao Wan, her eyes red, sniffed, "Ye Jizhou, you must take good care of this kitten. Don't send it back, or it'll be abandoned again, okay?"

Ye Jizhou instantly understood: "Okay, I'll raise it as our child, and I'll take good care of it. Don't cry."

He raised his hand, wanting to wipe away Qiao Wan's tears.

A loud noise came from the doorway; it was kicked open with a bang.

Pei Hansheng stood at the door, his silhouette visible against the light, exuding a chilling and sinister aura.

The kitten flinched in fright and burrowed into Qiao Wan's arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Pei Hansheng walked in, completely soaked. His hair clung to his face, dripping water that slid down his prominent jawline and onto his white shirt, revealing glimpses of his muscles beneath the damp fabric.

A storm was brewing on the man's face, his dark eyes fixed on Qiao Wan with an icy expression.

"You still have the mind to play with cats?"

Qiao Wan glanced at him, feeling even more distressed. Pei Hansheng, like Xia Dingxiang, was a cold and cruel person who had never given her warmth, yet had left her wounded all over.

A deep, oppressive voice sounded from above: "Qiao Wan, come home with me."

Qiao Wan looked up, wanting to scold him, but Pei Hansheng's gaze fell on her reddened eyes, and his heart felt like it was being stabbed with nails.

He picked her up in one swift motion.

"Hey, my cat, Ye Jizhou, take it away right now."

Pei Hansheng didn't give Ye Jizhou a chance, and quickly walked out of the apartment with Qiao Wan in his arms.

"If you like it, take it with you. It's not like I don't know how to take care of a pet."

Fu Yuanzhou was also standing outside, soaking wet. When Qiao Wan saw him, she turned her face away and refused to look at him.

Fu Yuanzhou clenched his fist: "Xiao Wan..."

Qiao Wan, clutching the kitten, buried her face in Pei Hansheng's chest: "Hurry up and leave, I don't want to hear it!"

Pei Hansheng lowered his eyes and sighed.

This woman never tells him anything, and when she suffers injustice, she hides at other men's houses.

He had just felt like shooting Ye Jizhou dead.

Considering she's in a bad mood today, and given Zhao Zhao's situation, let's let her off the hook for now.

He spoke in a harsh tone, saying, "Qiao Wan, in the future, can you stop keeping things to yourself? You have my back to you."