A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

"My mother and my sister are both dead. Is it even worthwhile to speak out now that you've been wronged?"

Qin Yan was driving back to the villa when he almost crashed into a street lamp while distracted.

She could always hear the last words Luo Qisheng said to her.

Indeed, the loss was too heavy, too painful; the truth didn't matter. At least not to him.

Qin Yan drove her car back to the street where the villa was located, and saw soldiers standing guard with guns in the distance, which she found very annoying.

She turned the car around and went to Ling Manyun's small apartment.

"You've been kicked out so quickly?" Ling Manyun asked, "Without even taking a single piece of clothing?"

"no."

Ling Manyun quickly went to find her a set of pajamas.

There is no kitchen in the apartment, so we have to cook in the hallway on the first floor, and we can only make simple soup noodles.

Soon, Ling Manyun brought out two bowls of egg drop soup noodles, and Qin Yan sat opposite her to eat.

Unable to eat, Qin Yan picked at the noodles with her chopsticks, bit by bit.

"...Eat up. I have something to tell you in a bit. After you hear it, you'll be even less able to eat," Ling Manyun said.

Qin Yan: "Go ahead and tell me, I've lost my appetite."

"Your husband, the young marshal Cheng Tianxun, entered and left Du Zhuojun's private residence the night before last, and photos were taken," Ling Manyun said.

Cheng Tianxun didn't actually come back yesterday, but the day before yesterday.

"understood."

"That's not what I meant. Du Zhuojun bought the Nancheng Daily and is also promoting vernacular Chinese. She's trying to poach our chief writer," Ling Manyun said.

Qin Yan slightly raised her eyes.

"I've inquired, and she's sent people to contact all four chief writers," Ling Manyun said.

Qin Yan slowly stirred the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks: "Du Zhuojun comes from a prestigious family and was quite famous at a young age. Many people in the cultural circle endorse her. It's understandable that she uses her fame and wealth to attract talent."

"This is taking away your job. You can give her the man, but you can't have the chief writer," Ling Manyun said.

Qin Yan remained silent.

She seemed to know the reason why Cheng Tianxun wanted a divorce.

There was something Qin Yan hadn't told Ling Manyun: Du Zhuojun was sent abroad to study by the warlord's wife.

It seems to be to break up the couple and separate her from Cheng Tianxun.

Qin Yan wasn't curious about the specific reason, so he didn't inquire about it in detail.

"What are you planning to do?" Ling Manyun asked again.

Before she could answer, he offered her advice: "I suggest assassinating her to resolve this issue at its root. Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents. If you don't take drastic measures, other newspapers might try to poach her in the future."

He added, "Back when you promoted vernacular Chinese, other newspapers banded together to criticize you, including those from the cultural circles. The criticisms were incredibly harsh."

Now that you've succeeded, they not only want to learn from you, but also to undermine your foundation. If you don't do anything, your livelihood will be taken away.

Qin Yan: "We're not old-fashioned warlords, so why do we resort to assassinations all the time?"

"This is the most effective method."

"We'll use our pens, not our guns," Qin Yan said. "I'll talk to the chief writers; if they want to find better opportunities elsewhere, let them go. I can support them, and I can support newcomers too."

Ling Manyun thought for a moment and agreed: "I admire your skills; you have the ability in this area. Since you're confident, don't feel wronged, have some noodles."

Qin Yan still couldn't eat.

"Shall we go out and buy some small cakes?"

Just then, someone knocked on the door.

"Young Madam."

It was the voice of Lieutenant Qian.

Qin Yan went to open the door.

Lieutenant Qian kowtowed and said, "Young Marshal, we've come to take you back."

Qin Yan had no intention of making things difficult for anyone: "Coming right away."

After saying goodbye to Ling Manyun, Qin Yan went downstairs.

Her car was parked under a tree at the entrance of the alley.

This area isn't very bustling; there's only one streetlamp at the entrance to the entire street. However, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival in August, and the moonlight will be bright.

It was still dark under the tree.

Another car was parked in front of hers. A man sat back in the car, the window rolled down, his long legs slightly bent, casually smoking.

A faint crimson flame flickered, and the crisp scent of cigarette smoke drifted through the air.

"Are you still discussing official business this late?" Cheng Tianxun asked Qin Yan as she got into the car.

"It's nothing." Qin Yan followed his words and stepped down from the stage.

"have eaten?"

"No. I don't like egg drop soup noodles," Qin Yan said.

"Let's go back and eat," Cheng Tianxun said.

He added, "I told you this morning to give the divorce papers to Lan Zheng. Didn't you hear me? Lan Zheng waited all day."

Qin Yan turned her head slightly to look at him.

The carriage was dark, and his expression was not clearly visible.

"...Lan Zheng wants a divorce but doesn't want his father to know, so he asked me to get him a stamped official document," Cheng Tianxun said.

Qin Yan: "I really didn't hear it. I thought you gave it to me."

Cheng Tianxun: "Nonsense. Why would I give you divorce papers when everything's fine?"

He paused, seemingly trying to hold back his teasing, but couldn't resist, "Is that why you're not home in the middle of the night?"

"Yes," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun couldn't help but laugh.

He reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace: "Someone as cold and rigid as you can't even keep your composure."

He lifted her chin and kissed her lips.

A hint of tobacco fragrance.

Qin Yan nudged him, reminding him, "In the car."

Cheng Tianxun released her and instructed the adjutant driving in front, "Hurry up."

Qin Yan is not shy at all when it comes to matters of the bedchamber, but that doesn't mean she's unrefined.

She is very particular.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Cheng Tianxun could easily make her go soft in his arms and let him take her as he pleased; no matter how he changed his methods, she would not object.

Each time she was satisfied, she would be as beautiful and vibrant as a camellia that had drunk its fill of morning dew, and Cheng Tianxun would feel a great sense of accomplishment.

But once she went downstairs, she immediately reverted to her true nature: dignified, indifferent, and meticulous.

Even the slightest bit of intimacy is unacceptable.

interesting.

Cheng Tianxun hadn't expected that the divorce papers would lead him to "run away from home."

Cheng Tianxun and Lan Zheng used to be quite close and could hang out together, even though Lan Zheng was several years older than him. However, Lan Zheng had been studying abroad for several years and only returned to China a month ago. Over the years, they had lost touch and their relationship had faded.

The divorce papers were ready and stamped with the official seal. Cheng Tianxun was busy today, so he asked Qin Yan to call her older brother.

Unexpectedly, at 5 p.m., Lan Zheng called the military government to ask him if he had finished the matter.

"Didn't I tell your sister to give it to you?" Cheng Tianxun said.

Qin Yan is reliable, and Cheng Tianxun trusts her.

Lan Zheng was stunned for a moment, then his tone suddenly became urgent: "Mu He? How are you going to give her to her? If you give her to her, my whole family will know."

Cheng Tianxun attended a meeting at the military government for a whole day. His head was a little throbbing at the time, and he paused for a moment when he heard the name "Mu He".

He couldn't recall his wife's name for a moment.

Anyway, it's not called "Muhe".

Cheng Tianxun and Qin Yan don't usually keep in touch. After he returns from his post, "having a few good meals" is all that's left of their relationship.

He was usually extremely busy, having to outwit and outmaneuver veterans and his brothers in the army, and his wife was never on his mind.

To be honest, he didn't quite remember Qin Yan's appearance, and his name was also somewhat unfamiliar.

After a few moments of silence, Cheng Tianxun finally remembered: "No, it was given to Qin Yan. Who is Mu He?"

Lan Zheng remained silent for a longer time: "Who is Qin Yan?"

How many younger sisters do you have?

"One. My father had two brothers, and my grandmother had seven grandsons, but only one granddaughter, Lan Muhe," Lan Zheng said.

Cheng Tianxun thought he was out of his mind.

He married the daughter of Chief of Staff Lan, and they even had a wedding ceremony.

"...Your nickname is Mu He?" he asked Qin Yan.

Qin Yan: "No."

Cheng Tianxun: ?