A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

Qin Yan drove alone.

She kept only a small handgun under her car seat, but she always carried a dagger in her handbag for self-defense.

She did not bring any adjutants or attendants.

Upon arriving at the newspaper office, Qin Yan first called Ling Manyun into his office.

"Deposit it into my account for me." She handed the check to Ling Manjun.

Ling Manyun came from a very wealthy family, and she never made a fuss about money. But today she was a little surprised: "From a divorce settlement?"

More than she expected.

"It's my husband who gives me living expenses," Qin Yan said. "The reason I'm not getting a divorce is a misunderstanding."

Ling Manyun: "Okay, I'll take care of it right away."

He added, "Since you're not getting a divorce, you should pay more attention to the poaching of people by the Nancheng Daily."

"You go ahead and get busy," Qin Yan said.

Qin Yan's newspaper had over forty employees and rented a three-story building facing the street; her office was on the third floor. Initially, she also wrote news, but later it was discovered that she was better at management and providing opportunities to promote the chief writers.

When it comes to a sharp, incisive, and witty writing style, she always falls short.

I haven't been too busy lately; everything at the newspaper is running smoothly.

If it weren't for Du Zhuojun trying to poach her lead writer...

Qin Yan thought to himself, "Of the four chief writers, retaining just one would be a victory."

Whenever there are setbacks or disasters, as long as a spark remains, Qin Yan can rise again. She has never been truly defeated.

As for the four well-known chief writers, Qin Yan had no idea which one would stay.

It's not that she doesn't understand her subordinates, it's just that she can't see through human nature until their interests truly clash.

As she was preparing, having drafted her remarks and getting ready to discuss them with the writers one by one, a sudden commotion broke out outside the door.

"You are not allowed in!"

It was another clerk's voice.

Qin Yan looked up and saw several burly men in blue short shirts push open the door to her office, while her clerk was blocking a woman who was about to enter.

"President, Miss Ling went to the bank, and then they barged in..."

The junior clerk was on the verge of tears. With Ling Manyun not around, she couldn't stop these menacing-looking people at all.

Qin Yan waved his hand: "You can go now."

Six burly men stood at the door, surrounding Qin Yan's office; each of them had a bulging waistband and carried a gun.

A young woman wearing a pale yellow trench coat over a simple off-white dress stood in front of Qin Yan's desk.

Qin Yan opened the drawer and stood up: "Miss Du?"

"Young Madam Cheng, it seems you recognize me." Du Zhuojun smiled. "Thanks to me, you're doing quite well."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You still don't know? It seems none of the ladies in the South City are telling you the truth. You only managed to marry into the Governor's Mansion because you resemble me to some extent."

Otherwise, how could someone of unknown origin marry Cheng Tianxun? You're benefiting from my connections, am I clear enough?

When Du Zhuojun spoke, his face was calm and his tone was not loud.

He was neither pleased nor angry, and recounted the incident calmly.

She possesses a noble air.

"Since Miss Du knows my identity, why is she making such a big fuss? Is she trying to oppose the Governor's Mansion?" Qin Yan asked.

"You truly deserve to be called the one who stole my teacher's idea; your ability to distort the truth is top-notch," Du Zhuojun said.

Qin Yan looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"My teacher is Mr. Yu Shuhong," Du Zhuojun said.

Yu Shuhong was the first scholar to propose establishing a vernacular newspaper to promote vernacular writing.

"The promotion of vernacular Chinese and the establishment of vernacular newspapers have been proposed for many years; they are not Mr. Yu's original ideas. If you insist on attributing this to him, ask other people in the cultural circle if they agree," Qin Yan said.

"That's just sophistry, Mrs. Cheng."

"Miss Du, what is your purpose in coming today? You might as well say it directly." Qin Yan looked at her quietly.

"I want to tell Mrs. Cheng that since she stole other people's things and made a fortune, she should know what shame is."

"The two chief writers, Song and Ge, want to leave, but you've threatened their personal safety. I'm here to ask Mrs. Cheng not to be so domineering and interfere with the writers' freedom," Du Zhuojun said.

Qin Yan: "They never talked to me about leaving. Once they brought it up, of course I agreed."

Du Zhuojun couldn't help but laugh: "That's excellent. I knew that anyone with a little conscience would know their own limitations."

"In that case, I won't say a word about how you took advantage of my family and stole my teacher's ideas."

She turned to leave.

Qin Yan called out to her, "Miss Du..."

Du Zhuojun turned around: "Is there anything else?"

"You broke into my office, threw dirty water on me, accused me of theft, and used underhanded tactics to imprison my subordinates, and you just left like that?" Qin Yan asked.

Du Zhuojun frowned slightly.

Qin Yan turned his desk around, walked up to her, and with lightning speed, pressed Du Zhuojun's head onto the desk.

The change was so swift that Du Zhuojun couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Her entourage surrounded her one by one, guns loaded, aimed at Qin Yan.

Qin Yan pressed his pistol against Du Zhuojun's head.

"Let go of Miss Seven!"

"Mrs. Cheng, don't act impulsively!"

Du Zhuojun trembled with fear: "You, you take the gun away."

"Publish an apology to me in the newspaper tomorrow," Qin Yan said.

Du Zhuojun gritted his teeth.

One of her attendants, who was relatively calm, said, "Alright, Miss Seven will apologize to you tomorrow. Madam Cheng, please relax. If this escalates, even the Governor's Mansion can't clean up the mess for you. Why bother..."

Qin Yan raised his hand.

A shot hit the man in the shoulder, his pistol fell to the ground from the force of the gunshot.

Qin Yan's marksmanship is extremely fast and accurate.

When she fired, she pressed Du Zhuojun down with her elbow, and quickly chambered a new bullet after firing the first shot.

Continue aiming at Du Zhuojun's forehead.

"Tell your men to put down their guns," Qin Yan said to Du Zhuojun. "Or I could shoot your leg first, making you a cripple; then I'd shoot your hand..."

"Put down the gun! Put it down!" Du Zhuojun shouted.

He was in a very sorry state.

Her previous elegance and nobility vanished completely.

She was pinned down by Qin Yan, and her dignity was trampled under his feet.

"Do you know who my father is, who my uncle is? You dare to hurt me..." Du Zhuojun tried to scare her away.

"You know who my husband is and who my in-laws are," Qin Yan interrupted her.

Du Zhuojun was trembling all over.

Secretary Ling Manyun returned at this time.

Seeing this, she was very surprised: "What happened?"

Five burly men raising their hands in surrender, a follower with blood all over his shoulder, pistols scattered on the ground, and a woman pinned down by Qin Yan.

Without saying a word, Ling Manyun immediately kicked all the guns on the ground toward Qin Yan, leaving only one.

She picked it up, deftly fired a shot at the window, and then skillfully reloaded it: "Kneel down!"

Upon seeing this, the attendants exchanged glances and then knelt down.

Without guns, and given that both women clearly knew how to use them, there was no need for them to fight back; a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle.

"Alright, kill her." Ling Manyun turned to Qin Yan and said, "To prevent future troubles."

Upon hearing this, Du Zhuojun seemed to go mad with fear, struggling desperately. She wanted to live, to find a glimmer of hope.

When Qin Yan could no longer hold her down, he fired a shot.

The office was quiet.

Du Zhuojun collapsed softly to the ground.

The echoes of the gunshots lingered for a long time.

The wounded attendant's eyes widened in horror, while the other five were terrified, their knees trembling unsteadily: if the Seventh Miss died, the master and mistress would skin them alive.