A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

The couple didn't go to sleep until late at night.

Before going to bed, Cheng Tianxun was still thinking that he would tease her a few more times about her "unclean" relationship the next morning to deepen his impression of her.

When the tabloids write about him again, he can use that to shut her up.

So that he won't forget it after a while.

Some small things don't bother him much; he doesn't remember them well.

But when he woke up, he had completely forgotten about it, even faster than he had imagined.

Qin Yan and he both overslept.

It was a bit chilly, so Qin Yan wore a cashmere cloak and put her hair up in a bun; too lazy to wear jewelry, she only wore diamond earrings.

The diamonds gleamed.

Cheng Tianxun saw it and teased her, "These earrings can be used as light bulbs."

Qin Yan: "You gave it to me."

Cheng Tianxun vaguely remembered.

I thought she looked beautiful in the diamond necklace that time, so I bought a set for her.

It's a nice touch in bed, but wearing it out in public only makes her look a bit tacky.

She was made of ice and snow, and needed no external embellishment.

"...What other jewelry do you like? I'll buy it for you next time I have time," he said casually, buttoning up his shirt.

He spoke casually, and Qin Yan replied perfunctorily, "There's nothing I particularly like."

Each of them was lost in their own thoughts: one was thinking about the content of the military government's meeting that day, and the other was wondering whether the Qi Sheng mentioned in the Nancheng Daily was actually Luo Qi Sheng. They went downstairs in silence and ate breakfast.

Cheng Tianxun was in a hurry, so he left first; Qin Yan, on the other hand, slowly made his way out.

Upon arriving at the newspaper office, Ling Manyun showed Qin Yan yesterday's article, "Chief Writer Qi Sheng," saying, "Du Zhuojun has found some talent."

Qin Yan: "Yes, this person is very good at writing."

"It was very inflammatory," Ling Manyun said. "I told her to just kill Du Zhuojun and let your husband clean up the mess. That would save a lot of trouble."

Qin Yan: "Manjun, my colleagues treated me the same way a year ago. I had no choice but to go to the Lan family. 'Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you.' I cannot turn around and become someone I despise and loathe."

He also said, "Newspapers use witty remarks based on their writing skills and knowledge, not on assassination."

Ling Manyun: "Then what do we do about this?"

"Call a meeting with the chief writers and refute them one by one," Qin Yan said. "His article has several flaws."

She went to bed late last night, her mind filled with this article; and she was also well aware of what the public liked and disliked, having fallen into many traps.

Regardless of the past, the writing field is also a battlefield.

Since we're on the battlefield, giving it our all is the only way to respect our opponents.

"Okay," Ling Manyun said.

That morning, the newspaper office was bustling with activity.

The process was extremely efficient; by 2 p.m., the two lead writers had already submitted their articles to Qin Yan.

Qin Yan carefully proofread the document and sent it to the printing factory.

The Nancheng Daily had just launched its attack when the Baihua Times retaliated the very next day, and the two were locked in a fierce battle.

Sales of both newspapers increased.

Qin Yan's chief writer was known for his sharp writing and incisive views, and he gained the upper hand in this round. The next day, Qin Yan's newspaper published another article condemning the Nancheng Daily for its perverse actions and suppression of vernacular newspapers.

This article has been highly praised.

Cheng Tianxun didn't read the newspaper; he just went to the city hall and passed by Hongxia Road on his way home.

The adjutant said to him, "Young Marshal, should we go pick up the young mistress? There's still half an hour before she gets off work."

Cheng Tianxun, who had been busy all day, leaned back in the car seat with his long legs slightly bent. He said lazily, "Let's go pick her up."

When they arrived at the newspaper office building, Cheng Tianxun was too lazy to climb the stairs, so he instructed his adjutant to call Qin Yan, while he waited in the car.

Unable to stretch his legs, he got out of the car to move around and lit a cigarette while leaning against the door.

A moment later, Qin Yan came downstairs.

"Is something the matter?" she asked.

His expression was indifferent, tinged with doubt.

Cheng Tianxun: "It's nothing, I'm just too full."

Qin Yan: "That's not what I meant. You came suddenly without telling me beforehand, so I thought something had happened."

"Just passing by." Cheng Tianxun took two puffs, stubbed out his cigarette, and said, "Have you finished your work? I'll treat you to dinner."

Come here.

Qin Yan looked at him closely.

Cheng Tianxun raised an eyebrow: "I'm not some stupid big guy who would get angry with his wife for no reason. If I get angry, you won't let me sleep at night, and I'll be at a huge loss."

Qin Yan was still looking at him.

She nodded slightly, businesslike and with the air of a boss: "What would you like to eat? It's on me. I misspoke just now."

"What's good to eat?"

"Go this way, there's a French restaurant behind the dance hall over there, the food is pretty good," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun: "Let's go try it."

After sitting all day, battling wits with those old foxes in the military government and the city hall, his mind was tired. Taking a walk and feeling the evening breeze of late autumn helped him clear his head.

The two walked side by side in that direction.

Passing by the dance hall, a large photo of the stage actress was hanging there. Although it was in black and white, you could still tell that she was beautiful.

Qin Yan took another look.

Cheng Tianxun also glanced at it.

"You gave her two villas within three months," Qin Yan reminded him.

Cheng Tianxun: "..."

He said he looked somewhat familiar.

Which dancer is currently popular, which singer is riding high, which socialite is making a splash—Cheng Tianxun will be dragged into the gossip tabloids for a spin.

There were so many that he got confused and couldn't match them up.

"I'm quite generous," he said.

"The military commanders hope you are generous, as it will be beneficial when they favor you in the future," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun glanced at her.

A woman who doesn't get jealous or possessive is very rational; and this woman, who also runs a newspaper, is so insightful that Cheng Tianxun can't help but be amazed when she sees through the surface of things to their essence.

Cheng Tianxun didn't want to talk about serious matters; he was tired. He jokingly asked, "What about you? Do you like my generosity?"

"You gave me 100,000 yuan as pocket money and also gave me a set of diamond jewelry, which is quite valuable. Of course I like your generosity very much," Qin Yan said earnestly.

Cheng Tianxun smiled and said, "Just like being generous, don't like me."

Qin Yan nodded: "Okay."

Cheng Tianxun's good intentions and jokes fell through, and he "stumbled" twice at her place today.

However, he wasn't annoyed.

Qin Yan is like an ice sculpture. Her downsides are her coldness, rigidity, and lack of humor; her strengths are her insight, sharpness, and discerning eye.

Cheng Tianxun only judged people based on their appearance. Once they left the bedroom, he didn't need to discuss feelings with her.

The two entered the restaurant.

Cheng Tianxun doesn't like French food, but the dishes Qin Yan recommended were all modified versions and tasted alright.

Having eaten about 70% full, and thinking about hurrying back so that the precious night wouldn't be wasted on these trivial matters, he heard Qin Yan say, "Someone was spying on us just now."

"Hitmen, newspaper reporters, and curious gossips—they're all pretty much the same people," Cheng Tianxun said dismissively.

Then he asked, "Are you scared?"

"Being cautious isn't a bad thing," Qin Yan said. "I'm finished eating. How about you?"

Cheng Tianxun stood up: "Then let's go."

His adjutant paid the money.

On the way back, Cheng Tianxun drove himself because his adjutant drove rather slowly.

However, after driving for a while, he discovered that someone was following him.

He said to Qin Yan, "Hold on tight, I'm going to reverse."

Qin Yan: "..."

As the car followed at a leisurely pace, Cheng Tianxun's car suddenly reversed, and the car behind it was unable to avoid it in time, its front end smashed to pieces.