A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

Qin Yan was kept up until the early hours of the morning, and when she woke up, her back and legs ached.

There's a briefcase on the bedside table.

Upon opening it, what came into view was a "divorce agreement," without a name written on it, but stamped with the official seal of the military government.

She put it down to wash up.

After finishing breakfast, Qin Yan went upstairs to change, preparing to go to the newspaper office, when his eyes once again caught sight of the divorce papers.

She put the briefcase back in and locked it in the dressing table drawer.

"Lieutenant Qian, where is the young marshal?"

As she went downstairs, she ran into Cheng Tianxun's adjutant and asked him a question.

She has been married to Cheng Tianxun for a year.

That year, Cheng Tianxun spent most of his time at his post, only occasionally returning to the city.

After her marriage, Qin Yan did not live in the governor's mansion or the Cheng family's old residence, but instead lived in Cheng Tianxun's villa. Cheng Tianxun was rarely home, so she lived alone and was very comfortable.

Every time he returned to the city after a day off, Cheng Tianxun would first go to this villa.

He had more than ten confidants, and as usual, they first held a meeting on the third floor, which lasted for several hours.

Afterwards, he will return to the master bedroom on the second floor, Qin Yan's room.

Qin Yan waited for him, no matter how late it was.

This is what a wife should do.

The two didn't exchange many words. Cheng Tianxun was ruthless; last time he even broke the leg of that large Western-style iron bed.

The meeting ended early last night, and Cheng Tianxun was in a rare good mood. He even chatted and joked with Qin Yan, praising her light purple nightgown as very alluring.

Feeling hungry afterward, the two ate some wontons and drank some wine to regain their strength. He went up to the third floor to continue handling some official business, while Qin Yan organized the newspaper's recent documents.

He went downstairs at one in the morning, and Qin Yan was still awake.

For some reason, he hooked his finger around the hem of her nightgown and asked her, "What kind of jewelry do you want?"

Qin Yan said she didn't lack jewelry.

"I want to see you wear a diamond necklace," he said. "Only a diamond necklace."

With his clothes off, Qin Yan was pinned down by him, leaning back on the sofa, feeling a little dizzy.

It was an extremely intimate night.

He left at dawn, leaving Qin Yan with traces of the previous night's passion, but he left her a divorce agreement.

This left her slightly confused.

As a wife, Qin Yan is very qualified.

Cheng Tianxun had many romantic affairs, and his mother-in-law was determined to make her son surpass his eldest and third brothers, with Qin Yan helping to cover it up.

She never asked Cheng Tianxun where he went, even though there were several times when he returned to the city but did not return to the villa.

Whenever he returned, she would instruct the maid to prepare his food and clothing properly, and she would wait for him to come downstairs no matter how late it was.

Their relationship wasn't a free-choice one.

It was arranged by the warlord.

We met twice before the wedding.

He lazily surveyed her, then asked, "Can you manage, ma'am?"

Qin Yan replied, "I can do it."

Tell me, what are you planning to do?

"Pretend to be deaf and dumb."

So, Cheng Tianxun met with her a second time. He told her that if his mother could accept it, he could listen to the warlord and marry Qin Yan.

The warlord's wife was very serious and was not satisfied with Qin Yan at first sight.

But the warlord said from the side, "It's Chief of Staff Lan's daughter."

Marrying her would be a great help to Cheng Tianxun in the military.

The warlord's wife asked her more seriously, "Being Tianxun's wife is not easy. Are you confident?"

Qin Yan said, "I am a traditional and conservative person, so I should be gentle, respectful, and frugal, and do my best to fulfill my duties."

The warlord's wife frowned even more deeply, because she was in charge of the military government's foreign affairs. She had gone abroad to study alone at the age of ten and was a modern woman.

"Are you mocking me?" she asked Qin Yan.

Qin Yan said he dared not.

"If you don't like her, then forget it and find someone else," the warlord said.

Qin Yan didn't know what the warlord's wife's final considerations were before she agreed.

This marriage involved an alliance of forces within the military government, as well as the approval of the warlord and his wife.

After two intense and satisfying encounters last night, Cheng Tianxun didn't say anything about his displeasure.

Qin Yan's heart wasn't with Cheng Tianxun, and Cheng Tianxun probably wouldn't even glance at her. Their marriage was already just a perfunctory affair; they both knew it, and neither was willing to be disappointed in the other. Why the sudden talk of divorce?

Qin Yan wasn't unable to accept it; she was just a little puzzled.

"...Young Madam, the young marshal has gone to a meeting at the military government." Lieutenant Qian answered Qin Yan, pulling her back to reality.

Qin Yan: "I'm going to the newspaper office. You contact the young marshal; I'll be waiting for him for dinner tonight. If he has anything to say, he can talk to me in person."

If Cheng Tianxun told her in person, no matter how far-fetched the reason was, Qin Yan could cooperate with him to tell the warlord and his wife.

She has already gotten what she wanted through marriage, so whether she divorces or not is up to her.

Qin Yan founded a newspaper called "Baihua Times". It was located on Hongxia Road, a relatively prosperous area in the southern part of the city. Several well-known dance halls in East China were on the next street, and the area was bustling with activity.

Newspapers cover everything: current events, entertainment, and even gossip.

It's just written in plain language.

Qin Yan was promoting vernacular Chinese. She encountered a lot of resistance at first, but within two years she had captured the market. Her newspaper sold extremely well, and she recruited and trained four nationally renowned chief writers.

She has a secretary named Ling Manyun, who was her classmate when she was studying in Gangcheng. She is from Guangzhou and ran away from her arranged marriage.

"Cheng Tianxun has another scandal. Are you sure you don't need it? Reporter Sun took the photos," Ling Manyun asked.

Qin Yan: "Tell him to sell it to other newspapers and make some extra money."

She never objects to her subordinates earning extra money, as long as they are dedicated to their primary job.

"What a pity," Ling Manyun said, quickly sorting the documents into categories, then bringing a cup of freshly brewed coffee to Qin Yan before leaving.

Qin Yan wouldn't profit from Cheng Tianxun's gossip; her mother-in-law would kill her.

However, Cheng Tianxun himself didn't mind; he would occasionally bring back some tabloids.

After reading it, he commented: "What a terrible pen! It's written so badly, not even as well as a vernacular newspaper."

His friend said from the side, "You can only understand Cantonese, right?"

In short, he's not really angry, which is why he makes comments, and only those around him dare to joke around.

The newspaper office was operating as usual.

After a morning had passed, Qin Yan stopped pressing Cheng Tianxun about the reasons for wanting a divorce.

She lived for twenty-three years, and most of the suffering in her life came without reason, with no one giving her an explanation.

The same may be true for divorce.

"Come with me to see the mansion when you have time," she said to Ling Manjun.

Ling Manyun: "You want to buy an office?"

"We're getting a divorce."

Ling Manyun was stunned: "Your chief writers are so outspoken, criticizing this and that. Without the protection of the military government, powerful figures could assassinate you at any time. Don't you value your life? You're getting a divorce?"

Qin Yan: "..."

"There are two mansions for sale on Hongxia Road. If you've thought it over, I'll help you contact the real estate agent. Are you free to go see them this afternoon?" Ling Manyun added.

Qin Yan: "..."

In the late afternoon, Qin Yan bought a mansion, but the price was a bit high.

She doesn't lack money.

Her secretary, Ms. Ling, was efficient and decisive, both in her work and speech, and Qin Yan wasn't one to procrastinate. After meeting and talking with the landlord for half an hour, Qin Yan signed the check.

The matter of the subsequent contract will be handled by the secretary.

As they left the mansion, Qin Yan and his secretary, Ling Manyun, stood in front of the large iron gate with its intertwined branches, staring at it for a long time.

"Is 'No. 4 Hongxia Road' unlucky?" Qin Yan realized belatedly.

Ling Manyun: "In Western musical notation, the number 'four' represents 'prosperity,' so you'll have good fortune this year."

Qin Yan: "..."

"Your neighbor is out."

Someone came out from next door, but Qin Yan didn't notice. Ling Manyun quietly nudged her.

Qin Yan turned his head.

It was a pleasant early autumn afternoon. The young man was wearing a white shirt, a brown vest, brown striped trousers, and a jacket draped over his arm.

His hair was neatly combed, and he had extremely handsome features; his skin was fair, and the pupils of his eyes were also light in color, giving him a distant and indifferent look.

He looked at Qin Yan, his eyes bathed in the mid-afternoon sunlight, the sun casting a pale gold hue on them.

Qin Yan's reunion with Luo Qisheng was so sudden that her mind went blank for a moment.

Luo Qisheng looked at her, his brows furrowing slightly as if he were trying to make sure it was really her.

"Hello sir, you live here..."

He turned and left as Ling Manyun greeted him.

Ling Manyun's words were cut short, with no response whatsoever.

However, Miss Ling never sought trouble for herself. She turned around and said to Qin Yan with certainty, "He's deaf."

Qin Yan: "..."