A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

Cheng Tianxun returned at two in the morning.

When he was in the city, Qin Yan was a light sleeper. She would wake up when she heard a car drive into the yard.

However, he did not go upstairs.

Cheng Tianxun has this good trait; he is considerate of others and is not an arrogant or selfish person.

Qin Yan continued to sleep.

Because he got home too late last night, Cheng Tianxun woke up late this time, which was unusual for him.

The couple ate breakfast together.

Cheng Tianxun remained silent, his expression somewhat cold. Although the two exchanged gifts and apologized after their argument, Qin Yan felt that they hadn't truly reconciled.

He remained silent, and Qin Yan wouldn't go up to him and annoy him.

After the meal, Cheng Tianxun finally spoke: "I'll go to the military government later."

"it is good."

Qin Yan hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should say a few more words.

In their relationship, Cheng Tianxun always did the talking; while Qin Yan responded simply, he never criticized her.

She didn't bother to add anything.

Cheng Tianxun remained as calm as ever.

The couple went out separately, and the maids felt the pressure on their necks lessen.

A bold maid asked the adjutant, "Are the young marshal and his wife still arguing?"

"no."

"Why do they seem even more estranged than when they're arguing? They're both holding their breath," the maid said.

The maids knew best whether the relationship between the young marshal and his wife was one of calm tranquility beneath a peaceful surface, or suffocating silence before a storm.

Those who can work as servants in the villa are all perceptive.

Lieutenant Qian frowned slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, or Madam will be unhappy."

The maid shrugged and went to get busy. She also warned the other servants to be careful these next few days.

Don't make any mistakes.

When Qin Yan arrived at the newspaper office, he saw Qin Yao and Luo Qisheng at the entrance.

The two of them stood on the street opposite the newspaper office, talking to each other.

Qin Yan crossed the road.

She asked, "Is there something you need?"

Luo Qisheng: "I've come to see you. The Mulan Literary Society is going to publish an article and distribute it to several of our newspapers. Miss Du asked me to collaborate with you."

Qin Yan: "You can contact my secretary; she will handle things for you."

"Hmm." Luo Qisheng put his hands in his coat pockets, his calm demeanor revealing a hint of indifference.

Just as Qin Yan thought he wouldn't speak again and was about to ask Qin Yao, Luo Qisheng said, "Your husband has quite a few romantic entanglements. His past with Miss Du is more dramatic than a play."

"That's their business. Besides, the past is over and buried in the grave; it won't come back to life for no reason," Qin Yan said.

Luo Qisheng's eye twitched slightly: "You bury people in it, you bury stories in it, you have no taboos."

Qin Yao reached out and stepped back to block Luo Qisheng: "Why are you arguing? Your employer sent you out to do this job. Offending President Qin will not do you any good."

Luo Qisheng took a deep breath.

Qin Yao said, "I came to see Manyun. I happened to run into Qi Sheng, and we chatted for a bit. Before I even went upstairs, you arrived."

Qin Yan: "This is a workplace. If it's a personal matter, I'm not available to receive you."

"Then I'll wait for her to finish work," Qin Yao said.

Qin Yan: "What do you want?"

"I'm leaving the city. Let her know," Qin Yao said.

Qin Yan led the two of them into the newspaper office.

Ling Manyun has arrived.

Upon seeing this, her face instantly darkened like the bottom of a pot.

Qin Yan briefly explained the situation.

"...I've received news about the Mulan Literary Society. I'll send Chief Editor Song to contact you later. There are also three other newspapers; you can discuss this together," Ling Manyun said.

She quickly wrote a note for Luo Qisheng and had Qin Yan sign it.

Qin Yan signed it, and Ling Manyun handed it to Luo Qisheng.

Luo Qisheng's matter was resolved quickly. He was taken aback by how fast it had happened.

Ling Manyun then said to Qin Yao, "You don't need to tell me where you're going. If it concerns military affairs, your words will cause trouble for me and the newspaper. Please be mindful of your words."

Qin Yao pushed up his glasses.

His eyes darkened, but his words were unusually calm: "Manjun, you absolutely have to come back to Guangzhou with me."

"I've already said that."

"If you don't go back, our marriage certificate cannot be dissolved," he said.

Ling Manyun: "As long as I don't go back to Guangzhou, I can change my name. Your marriage, your status in the Ling family, and your assets are all irrelevant to me."

Barefoot people aren't afraid of those wearing shoes; she could be the incredibly wealthy heiress of the Ling family, or a lowly secretary at a newspaper.

As long as she's willing to go all out, nothing can threaten her.

With the world in chaos, let alone marriage contracts, even written agreements between warlords were not binding.

Once Ling Manyun has a better future, the Ling family will discuss dissolving the engagement with the military governor's mansion, and there will be no need for her to go back in person.

Qin Yao's tone was even more indifferent: "Intelligent women can be a headache sometimes."

"Like a foolish man," Ling Manyun said.

Qin Yao and Luo Qisheng left the newspaper office together.

They didn't leave; they sat down in the coffee shop diagonally across the street.

Looking through the café's glass window at the newspaper office entrance, Qin Yao said, "Their procedures are so sophisticated, almost like a government office. No wonder they're expanding the publication."

Luo Qisheng: "Qin Yan is serious about her career. She has resilience and ingenuity in everything she does, so she can succeed in anything she does."

Qin Yao nodded.

"Your mother and sister's deaths are not her fault," Qin Yao added.

Luo Qisheng remained silent.

"I hope you can take Qin Yan back," Qin Yao said. "Only if Qin Yan goes back will Manyun come back with me."

Otherwise, Ling Manyun could have easily sided with Qin Yan.

"You want to use me?" Luo Qisheng asked coldly.

"A single tree cannot make a forest. If we cannot rely on each other here, we will return empty-handed."

"Did you come to Nancheng because you wanted to become a chief writer? Didn't you hear that she got married and that's why you rushed over to find her?" Qin Yao said.

Luo Qisheng fell silent again.

"She still has feelings for you. If you ask her to leave, she will definitely leave. Just like Manjun, she only has me in her heart," Qin Yao said.

Luo Qisheng: "You've got a very clever plan."

"Do you lack confidence in yourself? Or do you think Cheng Tianxun is a good man you can entrust your life to?" Qin Yao asked again.

Luo Qisheng's eyes narrowed.

"You're always so confident, that's why your wife ran away on your wedding day," Luo Qisheng said coldly.

Qin Yao's lip line was taut.

Luo Qisheng: "You still haven't changed your arrogant ways. Cooperating with you will only drag me into a deep abyss. My own path is clearly easier to walk alone, so why should I ally with you?"

Qin Yao pushed up his glasses.

He makes this gesture when he's unhappy.

Luo Qisheng's comment that he was "arrogant" stung him.

"If Cheng Tianxun is unreasonable and wants to kill you, where will you hide? If he doesn't let you and Qin Yan leave Nancheng, where will you go? I can solve all of these problems," Qin Yao said.

"I belong to the Hongmen."

"The Hongmen in the south of the city is nothing special. The old man's youngest son, Feng Lin, had his leg injured by Cheng Tianxun, and he didn't dare to utter a single word."

Luo Qisheng also knew about this.

The two of them had a very thorough understanding of the network of relationships in Nancheng.

They all have leverage, but their strategies are insufficient.

"Okay, let's cooperate!" After a long silence, Luo Qisheng raised his coffee cup.

Qin Yao clinked glasses with him.