A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

Qin Yan avoided the question.

Cheng Tianxun was slightly taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm not in the mood today," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun looked at her: "Because I couldn't remember your name?"

"Yes," Qin Yan said. "Every time you come back, I ask the maid to change the sheets and prepare a late-night snack; when you go out, I ask the maid to wash and fold your clothes neatly."

Although we weren't married through a love marriage, I consider you my husband and have fulfilled my duties. Do you consider me your wife?

"Of course," Cheng Tianxun replied.

Married for a year, sometimes when he's out socializing and beautiful women are offered to him, he doesn't even bother to touch them or give them a second glance.

He knew he could eat well at home, so there was no need to go out and have a meal.

Qin Yan is his wife.

She was indeed a good wife; she was neither pretentious nor affected, so Cheng Tianxun didn't have to spend much time thinking about her, and therefore didn't have much free time to think of her.

He's been so busy these past two weeks that his head is throbbing from the meeting he just had. It's his fault that he couldn't recall her name for a moment.

"...I'll try my best not to forget next time," Cheng Tianxun said. "You should get some rest."

It's already past 1 a.m.

He turned and went to the guest room.

Cheng Tianxun wouldn't force anyone. Young men are full of energy, and he'd been abstaining for half a month. Having satisfied himself, he also rested.

He wanted to consider Qin Yan.

But his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to military affairs.

"The defenses of Suzhou need to be strengthened further; the royalist forces have infiltrated the governor's mansion. Is the governor turning a blind eye to this, or is he truly unaware?"

"Grandpa will be back soon, right? Those useless people in the South City cabinet actually dared to try to form an alliance with the Du family; the Presidential Palace is also a ruin."

"The eldest and third brothers are both traitors, yet the warlord trusts them both."

As he pondered these thoughts, he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Before going to sleep, he was still thinking that he seemed to have forgotten something.

The next morning, Cheng Tianxun got up early, hurriedly did half an hour of training, took a shower with cold water, and went to the governor's mansion.

He had completely forgotten about what happened in the master bedroom last night.

When Qin Yan got up early, she put the events of the previous night out of her mind; she had to hurry to the newspaper office.

"...Call all the writers into the conference room, I need to hold a small meeting," Qin Yan instructed his secretary.

Ling Manyun agreed and went to give the instructions.

When she came up, the coffee was ready and served to Qin Yan.

With Ling Manyun as his capable assistant, Qin Yan achieved twice the results with half the effort.

"Rushing to a meeting so early in the morning, that's not like you. Is something wrong?" Ling Manyun asked.

Qin Yan took a sip of coffee: "When I got home last night, someone was following me. It was Du Zhuojun's younger brother."

Ling Manyun's expression changed slightly.

Are you hurt?

"No. I just wanted to remind the chief writers to be more careful. Du Zhuojun appears to be a socialite and is recognized by the cultural circles, but behind the scenes she is more vicious than an old-fashioned warlord. I'm afraid she might send someone to assassinate the chief writers," Qin Yan said.

Ling Manyun: "You get so angry after losing. When our morning publication comes out, Du Zhuojun will probably be even more furious. Your concerns are very valid."

"Spread the word," Qin Yan said. "If anything happens to our chief editor, it will be the *Nancheng Daily*'s doing. I'll see how public opinion crushes her then."

Ling Manyun understood.

Qin Yan finished his coffee and went downstairs.

She told the writers what she had said to Ling Manyun.

Writers with sharp and incisive writing styles are at risk of being assassinated, and they themselves are aware of this.

They dared to freely express themselves through literature only because they had the backing of the young mistress of the military government.

"Regarding the matter of her sending someone to 'assassinate' me last night, let's make some noise and expose the matter first," Qin Yan said.

The main writers should be.

That day, the evening edition of the Vernacular Times published an article.

They almost specifically named and criticized Du Zhuojun and the Nancheng Daily.

After Qin Yan finished proofreading, he personally delivered it to the printing factory before going home.

After she finished her dinner, she called her mother-in-law.

"...Was the young master of the Du family released?" she asked.

The warlord's wife said, "I haven't heard about this. I'll send someone to inquire, and I'll have my adjutant send you a reply later."

She was also a little annoyed, saying, "You shouldn't be asking me about such a small thing. I don't have that much free time."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I don't know who to ask," Qin Yan said.

The warlord's wife hung up the phone.

Her attitude was cold, but half an hour later, her adjutant replied to Qin Yan.

"Yesterday, the young marshal arrested a man, saying he was plotting to murder the young mistress. He was imprisoned in the military government's jail. He is Du Chengjun, the ninth young master of the Du family."

His crime requires legal prosecution, and Chief of Staff Du sent someone to smooth things over, but they were stopped and sent back. However, since your car is unharmed, and two of Du's attendants died, this case will probably be dropped," the adjutant said.

Qin Yan: "Please thank you for me, Madam, and also thank you, Lieutenant Commander. I don't necessarily want to convict him; I just want to confirm that he's from the Du family."

She hung up the phone.

Cheng Tianxun returned at nine o'clock in the evening.

Qin Yan sat on the sofa downstairs reading a newspaper. He seemed to be deep in thought, or perhaps lost in thought.

Cheng Tianxun coughed lightly.

As she looked up, he called out, "Qin Yan."

Take this matter seriously.

Qin Yan stood up: "Young Marshal, you're back. Have you had dinner yet?"

"I've already eaten," he said.

He took out a bouquet of flowers from behind him and handed it to her, saying, "This is for you, Qin Yan."

Qin Yan: "..."

Six white roses, blooming gracefully and exuding a rich, delicate fragrance, are both beautiful and pleasant to smell.

Qin Yan was a little surprised.

"Thank you," she said.

Cheng Tianxun went upstairs first.

Qin Yan thought he had gone up to the third floor for a meeting. She told the maid to find her a vase, put the roses in it, and then took it up to the master bedroom on the second floor.

She heard the sound of water running in the bathroom.

Cheng Tianxun did not go to the third floor.

Qin Yan placed the vase on the bedside table, turned around to find her bathrobe, and went to the guest room bathroom to wash up.

When she returned after finishing, Cheng Tianxun had already come out of the bathroom.

He was only wearing pajama bottoms, revealing his well-defined chest. His skin was tanned, his shoulders broad, and the lines tapered down to his waist.

Pleasant to the eye.

Qin Yan didn't mind sleeping with him.

Cheng Tianxun was not an annoying man. He was happy himself and also took care of Qin Yan; every time he returned to his room, he would wash up on his own and never needed Qin Yan to remind him.

When she rejected his advances, he showed no anger whatsoever, nor did he pester her.

Qin Yan thought about it, then walked over, picked her up, and placed her on the bed.

She wanted to say something, but he silenced her with a kiss: "Qin Yan. I remember."

Qin Yan: "..."

She wasn't referring to the little argument from last night.

She meant that this bed, like the previous two, was Western furniture. Although she had ordered it to be custom-made with reinforced legs, it was hard to say whether it could withstand Cheng Tianxun's rough handling.

She wanted to do it in the guest room, or somewhere else. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a bed to sleep in.

However, there was no chance to say it.

Cheng Tianxun's storm swept over her.

After it was over, Qin Yan went to take a shower, and when he came back, Cheng Tianxun was no longer in the room; people were coming up to the third floor one after another, and he guessed that they had something else to do.

Qin Yan wanted to ask him about Du Zhuojun's younger brother, but she didn't get a chance.

She was really tired and fell asleep first.