A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

I didn't eat dinner.

The September night was cold, and Qin Yan, who had just been injured, felt her hands and feet were icy cold.

"Mom, come to our villa and have some late-night snacks," Cheng Tianxun said.

The warlord's wife nodded.

Two cars left the old house, with Qin Yan and Cheng Tianxun riding together.

He squeezed her hand: "Are you cold? Are you not dressed warmly enough, or were you startled?"

"They're probably hungry," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun took off his coat and gave it to her.

He was dressed lightly, wearing a thin suit jacket over his shirt.

"Need not……"

Before Qin Yan could finish speaking, his coat fell heavily onto her shoulders.

Cheng Tianxun told his adjutant to drive the car faster.

Back at the villa, he instructed the maid, "Prepare a cup of hot milk for the young mistress, with some sugar. Be quick."

Before the midnight snack was ready, Qin Yan received a cup of slightly hot sweet milk. She drank it slowly, sip by sip, and her body warmed up considerably.

Cheng Tianxun and the warlord's wife smoked.

The warlord's wife then asked Qin Yan, "Would you like a cigarette?"

Cheng Tianxun took out a cigarette case: "Take it yourself if you want. I don't object to my wife smoking."

Qin Yan: "I usually drink coffee to stay awake, I don't use cigarettes."

She likes the smell of smoke, but she doesn't smoke.

Cigarettes are addictive.

Qin Yan hates anything that she can't immediately discard.

She is like duckweed, needing the ability to extricate herself at any time. Otherwise, she will be swept away by the current, ending up in a mess.

They got down to business.

The warlord's wife said, "We all know who the devil is, but we just can't do anything about it. Evidence is sometimes completely useless."

Qin Yan understood.

The warlord's wife was saying that the second concubine was not clean, that she was definitely involved with the royalists, and that she might even be an important leader in the south.

But the military governor did not believe it.

After the emperor abdicated, the current regime has no absolute authority and is ruled by men.

For example, in the southern part of the city, the municipal government organized by the cabinet and the military government check and balance each other, and neither can do anything about the other.

The warlord is "the law".

He didn't doubt the second concubine, even though there was a mountain of evidence, he still thought it was fabricated by Cheng Tianxun to slander her.

The warlord was initially somewhat wavering.

But after what the second concubine did tonight, Cheng Tianxun and the warlord's wife could see that "it was hopeless." The warlord's confidence collapsed, but he still wouldn't suspect the second concubine.

Trust is a mysterious thing.

"The young marshal beat Cheng Tianyu, forcing the warlord to dismiss him from his post. That should make them behave themselves," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun: "This is just a little interest. It's no use him leaving the military government; the boss is still here."

The eldest son, Cheng Tianrui, and the third son, Cheng Tianyu, were both pawns in the hands of the second concubine.

"If the third brother dies, perhaps we can sever one of that ghost's arms," ​​Cheng Tianxun said.

The warlord's wife pondered for a long time before saying, "Your situation isn't very good right now. If you kill the third son and it comes to a fight to the death, the warlord might not even be able to get 80% of the territory. You might end up doing all the work for the royalists."

Cheng Tianxun exhaled a heavy puff of smoke.

He only graduated from the military academy three years ago, and his time in the government is too short, even though his maternal grandfather gave him a lot of help.

His foundation is not solid.

The military government held power at the mountaintop, while he stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the countless stone steps, feeling powerless: no matter how urgent the situation, he had to climb step by step, there was no shortcut.

Qin Yan finished her cup of hot milk and said, "I don't think we need to do anything. This assassination attempt, like those tabloid gossips, can be completely ignored. Getting distracted by these things is just diverting our attention from the main issue."

Military power is the most important thing.

In this chaotic world, no conspiracy or trickery can hide under guns and cannons. Ling Manyun repeatedly told Qin Yan this truth.

It wasn't until Qin Yan actually drew his gun in the office, intimidating Du Zhuojun and also suppressing the restless chief writers under her, that she realized Ling Manyun was right.

The warlord's wife nodded slightly: "You're absolutely right."

I'm very pleased. "You're both young, but your minds are clear. That's wonderful. I don't need to worry about you."

After finishing his cigarettes and milk, Cheng Tianxun called to the maid, "Is the midnight snack ready?"

The maid replied that everything was ready.

The mother and her two children ate.

All three of them only ate until they were about 70% full.

The warlord's wife was afraid of gaining weight, as she was at an age where it was easiest to gain weight; Qin Yan was afraid of indigestion, but Cheng Tianxun had other intentions.

It was already 10 p.m. when they finished dinner. The warlord's wife returned to her official residence, while the young couple went upstairs.

Cheng Tianxun asked her, "How are you feeling?"

When she was hospitalized and her stitches hadn't been removed, Cheng Tianxun was very well-behaved.

Qin Yan almost thought he was going to become a saint because of his strict adherence to rules.

"Aren't you tired?" Qin Yan asked.

After a night of wits and courage, Qin Yan felt exhausted.

Cheng Tianxun: "I'm not tired, but I'm hungry."

Qin Yan: "Would you like some more wontons?"

He leaned in to kiss her, gently nibbling at her earlobe. "How do you make wontons, Qin Yan?"

Qin Yan: "..."

She cupped his face and sealed his lips with hers to prevent him from saying anything inappropriate. Some of his words were so mushy that Qin Yan felt nauseous.

Her legs were wrapped around him, and he wouldn't let go.

"Are you warm now?" he asked deliberately, kissing her slightly sweaty cheek.

"You're acting innocent after getting the benefit," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun: "Cheap? Who puts in more effort?"

Qin Yan didn't want to argue with him.

She was too tired and it was very late; all she wanted to do was quickly wash up and drift off to sleep.

However, she was indeed warm, feeling cozy from head to toe.

After the couple finished getting ready, he held Qin Yan in his arms and gently stroked the new scar on her upper arm: "Was that ointment effective?"

"It will definitely work," Qin Yan said.

She wasn't too bothered by the scar, but she didn't want to talk about it. She gave him an answer, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Cheng Tianxun: "I dislocated Lao San's arm today. It will take him at least six months to fully recover. If your scar doesn't heal in six months, I'll have to dislocate his arm again."

Qin Yan: "..."

She wasn't that angry.

She advised Cheng Tianxun not to mind it.

"Why shouldn't I mind?" Cheng Tianxun said, "You're my wife. This is the first time I've been taken advantage of by Lao San."

He and his eldest and third brothers had been fighting since they were kids, and he had never lost.

Except for this time.

Qin Yan said nothing more.

Cheng Tianxun spoke again later, but she didn't hear him; she was fast asleep.

The next morning, Cheng Tianxun told her that he was going to his post in a few days and might not be back for two or three months.

"Let's go dancing," he said to Qin Yan. "Don't be so busy with work all the time, take a break. Let's go out and have some fun."

Qin Yan didn't think dancing was anything fun, but she agreed anyway.

"Which club?"

"Cen Yan's new house," Cheng Tianxun said. "His new house has a flower hall where he can hold banquets. For the housewarming party, he specially hired a White Russian band."

Qin Yan: "What gifts should we prepare?"

"bullion."

Qin Yan: "..."

Upon arriving at the newspaper office, Qin Yan sought out a local editor from Nancheng and asked him what gifts he typically gave when moving to a new house in Nancheng.

The chief writer said, "When a cultured person presents a plaque, it's best if it's written by a calligrapher they admire."

Qin Yan didn't know which calligrapher Xiang Cenyan liked, and besides, there wasn't enough time to prepare now.

"We can also give decorative items or jade pieces as gifts."

Qin Yan thought this was a good idea.

She instructed Ling Manyun to buy her a jade Pixiu ornament to give to Xiang Cenyan as a housewarming gift for the couple.

"I think I've caught a cold; I've sneezed several times this afternoon," Ling Manyun said, handing the ornament to her.

Qin Yan: "Don't give it to me."

Ling Manyun covered her mouth and nose, took a few steps back, and said, "Last time you treated me when I was sick, did I look down on you?"

Last time, during the season when poplar catkins were flying everywhere, Qin Yan first caught a disease, her face was red and itchy, and then Ling Manyun also fell ill.

Of all the people in the newspaper office, only the two of them had this outburst; she insisted that Qin Yan had given her the illness.

Qin Yan didn't bother arguing with her.

When Qin Yan arrived at Xiang Cenyan's house, he saw an acquaintance and realized why Ling Manyun had been sneezing all afternoon.