A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

The governor's mansion was relatively quiet.

This was the second time Qin Yan had eaten with them; the last time was during the Chinese New Year.

Just like last time, Qin Yan observed everyone's attitude.

The warlord treated his wife with great respect, and his words carried a certain caution; although his wife had a cold personality, she did not mean to disrespect the warlord.

At least on the surface, the couple treated each other with respect.

The lady didn't have much dislike for the second concubine. When chatting about some trivial matters on the estate, she was quite satisfied with how the second concubine handled things.

The second concubine was dignified and had the air of a matriarch; she was attentive to the warlord and his wife without being obsequious.

The brothers Cheng Tianxun and Cheng Tianyu were much more straightforward.

They exchanged countless sarcastic remarks.

The wife and the second concubine pretended not to hear, their expressions remaining unchanged as if they hadn't heard anything. The warlord was somewhat dissatisfied, but since neither side had lost out in the back-and-forth, he didn't want to intervene rashly.

Qin Yan was the only outsider.

As an outsider, she can simply remain silent.

"Ayan, let's go play cards at the old house another day." In the meantime, the second concubine said to Qin Yan, "Your sister-in-law and I can also invite Lin Zi."

The warlord then said, "Lin Zi is very good at playing mahjong; you'd better be careful not to lose money."

The warlord's wife replied, "Lin Zi is going to study at a church university in the south of the city and is preparing for the exams. I'm afraid she won't have time to play mahjong."

The warlord said, "That university isn't one you can just get into by paying money. It was only built last year."

"Our Xiang family's daughter is smart; if she can pass the exam, it'll save us some money. The warlord likes to spend money; let's give Tianyu some money," the lady said.

Only then did tensions rise.

The second concubine and Cheng Tianyu wanted to marry Xiang Linzi to form a marriage alliance with the Xiang family; the warlord strongly advocated for this, as he wanted to further bind himself to the Xiang family.

This would be much easier if the lady could help.

The lady was naturally extremely unwilling; she had directly rejected the second concubine last time.

"Madam, how can I have time to study? My father always needs help with his work." Cheng Tianyu, like his second concubine, was a smiling tiger, and he said without changing his expression.

The warlord's wife said, "Your eldest and second brothers both got into the military academy on their own merits, and your father also graduated from the military academy. If you want to help, you should study more."

The warlord's face darkened slightly, and he remained silent for a long time, unable to utter a rebuttal.

Cheng Tianyu also tried to take the entrance exam for the military academy. The warlord even sent someone to pull strings for him, but although he was clever and quick-witted, he was not good at studying.

Cheng Tianxun may seem combative, but he is not a rude or barbaric person. He got into the military academy entirely on his own merit; while the warlord's eldest son, Cheng Tianrui, took the exam for two years before being admitted.

When this matter was mentioned, the warlord's wife felt proud; the warlord would also not be able to help but think of one good thing about his second son: at least in this respect, his second son inherited his good qualities.

"...Madam is right, we should study more. Take another year to prepare for the military academy exams, don't give up so easily," the warlord said to Cheng Tianyu.

These words were spoken with anger.

Cheng Tianyu bowed his head and agreed.

Cheng Tianxun smiled faintly: "Studying relies on your brain. If you don't have one, you don't have to. Can't you just borrow one? Father, don't make things difficult for him. With me and my eldest brother, can't we support the third one?"

warlord:"……"

Qin Yan remained silent.

She didn't need to answer a single word from beginning to end.

Therefore, she felt relaxed during the meal.

After the meal, the rain stopped, and everyone went home.

The warlord and his wife rode in the same car; he was going back to his official residence. The second concubine and Cheng Tianyu went back to the old house. Qin Yan went back to the villa with Cheng Tianxun.

"...Are you unhappy?" Cheng Tianxun asked her.

Qin Yan: "No."

"You haven't said anything."

"Your situation is very stable. If I speak rashly, I might become a target," Qin Yan said.

The warlord, his wife, and his second concubine formed a very delicate balance; and between Cheng Tianyu and Cheng Tianxun, the warlord felt more sorry for whoever lost, his heart wavering between his two sons, not completely favoring either of them.

Everyone says the warlord loves his third son the most, but Qin Yan doesn't think so.

He was the military governor of four provinces, and his love came in many forms, especially towards his sons. Based on Qin Yan's observation, Cheng Tianxun hadn't lost.

It would be best for Qin Yan not to speak.

"If the situation breaks down, it could get even worse," she added.

Cheng Tianxun said, "You truly live up to your newspaper background; you have a sharp eye and you're steady in your work."

The car returned to the villa.

As usual, there were many newspapers in the living room. Qin Yan picked them up and went upstairs.

She took a shower first.

Then I sat down at the table and read both the morning and evening newspapers.

She read the Nancheng Daily last, wanting to be wary of the other party smearing her again.

Then she read an article satirizing vernacular newspapers as sensationalist.

The article was sharp in its viewpoints, but the wording was quite interesting. Qin Yan read it as if it were none of his business, and even wondered what the author was, and then he saw the author's name.

"Qi Sheng".

Qin Yan's gaze lingered on the subject for a long time.

Cheng Tianxun came out of the shower, drying his hair as he stared at her in a daze.

He walked over and glanced at the headline: "This time the criticism is particularly fierce?"

Qin Yancai snapped out of his daze: "No. This chief writer..."

"Well written?"

"I know someone. He's the fourth young master of the Luo family, the headquarters of the Hong Kong Triads. His name is Luo Qisheng. I've met him before," Qin Yan said.

She told Cheng Tianxun about how she bought the house and met Luo Qisheng at the door.

Cheng Tianxun raised an eyebrow: "What a coincidence? Are you acquainted with this person?"

Qin Yan: "We're very familiar with each other."

Recalling her description of Qin Yao, the son of Governor Qin, as "very familiar, but with no connection," Cheng Tianxun joked, "With this Luo, is your relationship also clean?"

Qin Yan seemed to pause for a moment, then looked up with clear eyes: "My relationship with this person is not innocent."

Cheng Tianxun asked with interest, "How inexplicable is it?"

He found it amusing.

It's always about his scandals. He gets a terrible headache trying to explain them.

The newspapers in the south of the city loved to write about him because he was powerful, influential, and handsome; fabricated gossip about him sold well.

Before marriage, Cheng Tianxun would waste time even glancing at someone; after marriage, Cen Yan reminded him to pay attention, and only then did he realize so much.

Some women he had never met or heard of were deeply in love with him.

It was finally Qin Yan's turn to explain.

Cheng Tianxun immediately gained a psychological advantage and deliberately asked her a question.

Qin Yan seemed silent for a moment, then said, "Physically, I'm innocent; mentally, I am not."

"Did you ever like him?"

Qin Yan did not answer.

There is no "pass".

Their relationship hadn't even reached the point of being over before it plummeted into the abyss.

"Fine, Mrs. Cheng, I'll tolerate your impropriety. But next time I forget your name, don't you dare kick me out of bed," he said.

He walked over, still shirtless, and lifted Qin Yan to sit on the table. With a slight exertion, the muscles in his arms bulged, hard as iron.

He gently kissed her lips: "Tonight..."

The lips were almost touching, yet also tantalizingly close.

Qin Yan wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, "Tonight is fine."

She pressed her lips firmly against his.

She really wanted to drink.

She wanted to forget everything from the past, including the pain of losing the little foothold she had painstakingly built in the port city.

Cheng Tianxun has the ability to make her happy.

The lights in the room were not turned off, and the light from the crystal chandelier fell on her. She braced her hands on the table, and Cheng Tianxun pinched her waist.

His tanned skin stood out starkly against her snow-white complexion; her neck was slightly tilted back, long and slender, her dark hair falling down and swaying gently.

Her hair was so black, her face so pale; in moments of extreme joy, a single tear slid down her cheek, like the first melting of snow.

This scene was etched into Cheng Tianxun's mind.