A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

When Qin Yan got off work, Cheng Tianxun had not yet returned.

"Where is the young marshal?" Qin Yan asked his adjutant.

She remembered that Cheng Tianxun was not very happy. Today was a day off for the military government, and he said he wanted to go out and have some fun, and even invited Qin Yan to go horseback riding.

Logically speaking, he rarely stays out very late; he always comes home early.

Cheng Tianxun was largely unfamiliar with the entertainment options available to the young masters of the city. He was someone who didn't quite understand how to spend money on leisure activities.

After graduating from the military academy, he took a job in the military government, busy fighting with a group of old guys and his brothers, and only returning home for a day or two of rest each month.

I will also have a meeting with my confidants in the next day or two.

They rarely get to go out and play cards.

He also disliked Xiang Linchuan.

He gets impatient after playing for half a day each time.

Qin Yan felt that the only place that brought him joy and relaxation was probably their bedroom...

Qin Yan stopped thinking about this for no reason.

The adjutant told her, "The young marshal went out and never came back."

"Didn't you call either?"

"Yes."

Qin Yan frowned slightly.

This doesn't seem like Cheng Tianxun's personality.

Qin Yan called Xiang Linzi. The maid said that Linzi wasn't home today and was staying at a friend's house.

Then call Xiang Cenyan's private residence.

People there said that Xiang Cenyan returned to the Xiang family's old house at the end of the year and hasn't come back since; his private residence is mostly empty.

However, Cheng Tianxun's phone number for the Xiang family's old residence was not in his phone book.

Qin Yan ate dinner alone and read the newspaper. As it approached nine o'clock, she prepared to go upstairs to sleep, just as Cheng Tianxun returned home.

He drank quite a lot of alcohol.

Qin Yan observed that he walked steadily and, despite reeking of alcohol, was able to control himself.

"...You're not asleep?" he asked Qin Yan.

Qin Yan: "Getting ready to sleep. Who are you drinking with?"

Cheng Tianxun sat down on the sofa, tilting his head slightly to look at her: "You want to know?"

Qin Yan: "..."

I didn't really want to know; I was just asking casually.

"You want to ask me who was at the table, and whether any women were with me?" he asked again.

His eyes were bright.

His gaze was deep and fixed on her, yet his questions were so tricky.

Qin Yan immediately stated, "I don't want to ask."

"Why don't you want to ask?"

"Because to be Cheng Tianxun's wife, the first thing you need to know is how to pretend to be deaf and dumb," Qin Yan told him firmly.

Her expression was serious, and her posture became ramrod straight. "Was there something I did wrong?"

"That's good." Cheng Tianxun stood up.

He suddenly felt utterly bored.

He smiled, the meaning of which was unclear. "Qin Yan, you're doing well."

He turned and went upstairs.

With steady steps, he quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

The living room phone rang.

It was Xiang Cenyan who called.

"We had a few drinks together, and while we were talking, we lost track of time and ended up having a couple more drinks than planned. Has Tianxun gotten home yet?" Xiang Cenyan asked.

Qin Yan: "We've arrived."

"Tell him that I have also arrived at the courtyard of the Xiang family's old residence," Xiang Cenyan said.

Qin Yan said, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Yan went upstairs.

There was the sound of water coming from the master bedroom's bathroom. Qin Yan took a change of clothes and went to the second bedroom to wash up.

When she returned, she found the bathroom in the master bedroom silent, but Cheng Tianxun hadn't come out either.

Qin Yan waited and waited.

Twenty minutes had passed, and she worried that Cheng Tianxun, drunk, might slip and fall in the bathroom, knocking himself unconscious. So she went to the door and asked, "Young Marshal?"

No one answered.

Qin Yan knocked on the door again.

It was extremely quiet inside.

Qin Yan pushed the door open; it wasn't locked. He saw Cheng Tianxun sitting in the bathtub, still wearing his shirt and trousers.

Bathtubs are a trendy item, only popular in recent years. They are relatively small, only enough for one person to sit up halfway.

Cheng Tianxun had long legs, and it looked as if he was sitting on them, his upper body leaning back and his legs stretched out, as if he were fast asleep.

Qin Yan looked at him like this and felt a little worried.

She has skill but not strength; asking her to get a drunk out of the bathtub would be extremely difficult.

But it was cold at night, and the water in the bathtub had already gotten a bit cold. If this continued, he would definitely get sick.

Qin Yan thought for a moment, then turned and left.

She wanted to quickly call up two adjutants to help.

But her hand was gripped.

Cheng Tianxun opened his eyes, his gaze clear and showing no signs of drunkenness.

He said, "That day you said you wanted to kiss me and called me 'Cheng Tianxun,' so I thought we had a good relationship."

Qin Yan: "We've always had a good relationship."

"Don't you want something better?" he asked.

Qin Yan knew there was a hidden meaning in his words.

"What exactly are you trying to say...?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Tianxun put one arm around her waist and held her hand with the other, gently pulling her into the bathtub.

The spring chill was still in the air, and the water was only half-cold; Qin Yan couldn't help but shiver.

Cheng Tianxun pressed down and kissed her.

Even when drunk, even when he's usually as hot as a furnace, he gets ice-cold after soaking in the bathtub for a while; and the bathtub is too small.

Qin Yan was pinned down by him, surrounded by water and the slippery bathtub walls. She had nowhere to grab onto, and a chill ran down her spine and through her entire body.

She was shivering.

She was still menstruating.

"Procedure……"

Before he could speak, he was silenced.

Cheng Tianxun lost his mind and seemed about to tear off her clothes, but Qin Yan's hand grabbed his neck.

She has quite a bit of strength.

Cheng Tianxun struggled to breathe and finally pulled away from her lips. Qin Yan's fingers convulsively gripped his neck.

She gave it her all.

"I'm cold!" Her face was frosty. "In this weather, and I'm on my period, you dragged me into cold water? Get out of there right now, and don't come back upstairs until you've reflected on your actions!"

She let go.

Cheng Tianxun coughed twice.

Qin Yan changed his clothes again, called the maid upstairs, and relit the fireplace in the small living room of the guest room.

Her hair was wet too.

The fireplace burned slowly, and Qin Yan felt himself trembling uncontrollably.

There happened to be a bottle of wine on the fireplace mantel, the wine that she and Cheng Tianxun hadn't finished last time, so Qin Yan poured herself a glass.

She remembered that after drinking that day, her chest felt hot, and her palms and soles felt hot.

After downing a glass of wine, she seemed even colder, shivering all over.

The maid lit the fireplace, then brought out a blanket for her before leaving.

Qin Yan locked the door from the inside.

She sat by the fireplace for a while, her hair mostly dried, and her body warmed up; but unfortunately, her lower abdomen began to hurt.

She rarely experiences pain.

Qin Yan endured the discomfort for a while, but it grew increasingly unbearable. She rang the bell to call the maid upstairs: "Make me some more ginger soup and brown sugar water."

The maid agreed.

Qin Yan did not lock the door again, and waited for the maid to bring her hot soup.

A moment later, someone came in.

Turning around, I saw Cheng Tianxun.

"Don't be angry, I'll sleep in the guest room downstairs tonight. Are you in a lot of pain? I can ask the army doctor to prescribe some painkillers for you," Cheng Tianxun said.

Qin Yan hesitated for only a second before nodding, "Okay."

Cheng Tianxun seemed to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

The painkillers were delivered to the villa in the middle of the night. Qin Yan drank wine, then drank brown sugar ginger soup, and also took the painkillers.

She didn't know which one worked, but she fell asleep on her bedroom bed.

Cheng Tianxun did not come back up after going downstairs.

When he woke up the next morning, he was no longer home.

Qin Yan slept it off and wasn't angry anymore. She doesn't invest much emotion in people, so she's not easily disappointed in anyone.

She was also very tolerant of Cheng Tianxun. She had told him before that she almost never disliked anyone.

If someone goes too far, Qin Yan will take the initiative to stay away from them.

Her lower abdomen didn't hurt, but she didn't feel very energetic.

It's a bit top-heavy.

She didn't drive herself; she had her adjutant take her to the newspaper office.