A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

When Cheng Tianxun went to Yicheng, Qin Yan felt a little out of sorts for a day or two.

She wasn't thinking of him intentionally; it was just that the bed in the master bedroom hadn't been changed yet.

The bed creaked when she moved slightly, and that made her think of Cheng Tianxun.

Before leaving, Cheng Tianxun instructed his adjutant to arrange a new bed. This time, a different furniture shop was chosen to ensure the bed was more sturdy.

"Welding Western-style iron beds is always a bit of a hassle, so it's better to just get a wooden bed," Qin Yan suddenly thought.

Not all wooden beds are canopy beds.

The next day, before starting work, Ling Manyun came in to deliver coffee and documents, and the two chatted casually about the matter.

"Now there are some furniture workshops that can make custom furniture, and their craftsmen are very skilled. You can change the bed to a wooden one and add an iron frame," Ling Manyun said.

Then he asked, "Aren't your beds sturdy?"

"Um."

"Shall I go with you to take a look this afternoon?" Ling Manyun asked again.

Qin Yan said, "Okay."

She wanted to see it for herself.

At the time of their wedding, the bedroom was decorated by a steward sent by the warlord's wife. It was neither what Cheng Tianxun and the warlord's wife liked, nor what Qin Yan loved.

You get used to it after living there for a while.

Qin Yan wanted to leave his own mark.

"What did you and Aunt Luo talk about last time? You two seemed very serious," Ling Manyun asked her again.

Qin Yan: "I get nervous whenever I see members of the Luo family. Back then, when Madam Luo was murdered, the evidence pointed to me."

She was wronged.

But she was clearly not involved in the matter, so the old man of the Luo family exonerated her.

In his extreme grief and rage, Luo Qisheng said many hurtful things; Luo Tang ignored Qin Yan at the time, but later told her that she shouldn't have taken her anger out on her and let the real culprit go.

"You are innocent," Ling Manyun said.

Qin Yan nodded.

She didn't want to talk anymore, so Ling Manyun put down the documents and left.

Around 3 PM, the two of them finished their work and went home.

Qin Yan and Ling Manyun visited several large furniture workshops.

The workshop had expanded significantly, much larger than Qin Yan and Ling Manyun had imagined. The owner assured Qin Yan that they could make any kind of furniture.

Qin Yan examined the samples.

There was a bed, which was custom-made by someone else and perfectly suited Qin Yan's aesthetic.

"...It's made of wood, with sheet metal on the outside. It looks like a Western-style iron bed," the landlord said to Qin Yan.

Qin Yan was very tempted.

She asked about the price and the construction period.

"If you place your order now, the goods can be shipped in three months," the seller said.

Ling Manyun: "It's a bit slow."

"Good timber takes time."

Qin Yan and Ling Manyun were efficient and disliked procrastination. They had originally just come to take a look, but Qin Yan thought it was very nice and put down a deposit.

She even went to select the timber herself.

Because of this delay, the two of them got back quite late.

Qin Yan's car first took Ling Manyun back to her apartment, and the two ate wontons at a street vendor nearby.

After eating, Ling Manyun said she wanted to digest her food, so they walked for a while, with Uncle Zheng following them in his car.

"You changed your driver," Ling Manyun said. "I don't think I've seen this person before; he wasn't given to you by Young Marshal Cheng."

"This is my mother-in-law's driver. He drives more steadily," Qin Yan said.

Ling Manyun did not ask any further questions.

She was also very sensitive to the political situation, and Ling Manyun would never be curious about anything she could avoid asking.

When they arrived at her apartment, the two happened to be talking about the new writers recruited by the morning magazine. Before the conversation ended, they stood under the tree at the door and chatted for a few more minutes.

After they finished talking, Ling Manyun went upstairs, with Qin Yan's car not far behind her.

As she was about to get into the car, she suddenly smelled a very faint scent of blood.

Qin Yan felt a chill run down her spine. She looked in the direction of the wind and saw a dark figure standing under the shadow of a tree across the street.

The night breeze was warm, so he lit a cigarette, and the smoke drifted over on the wind.

Qin Yan placed his hand on his handbag.

The smell of tobacco quickly faded away, as if it had just been Qin Yan's illusion.

She got into the car.

"Young Madam, there was someone standing there for quite a while," Uncle Zheng said.

Qin Yan: "I know."

This apartment was bought by Qin Yan; she used to live here before moving to Cheng Tianxun's villa.

Ling Manyun now lives here.

Qin Yan thought for a moment, then opened the car door again and went up to knock on Ling Manyun's door.

Late at night, Qin Yan took Ling Manyun to the small mansion where Luo Tang lived.

Luo Tang was slightly surprised: "What happened?"

"Nothing happened, it's just a precaution," Qin Yan said.

Ling Manyun: "This small mansion has many rooms. I'll stay on the first floor and I definitely won't disturb you."

She knew Qin Yan was worried about her.

If Qin Yan really wants to assassinate Liu Jinyao, she can't be distracted; she needs to be very focused.

Ling Manyun was unwilling to live with Luo Tang and his wife. The reason was simple: they were members of the Qin family, and Ling Manyun didn't want to get too involved, lest things become unclear in the future.

But in order to allow Qin Yan to focus on his studies without distractions, Ling Manyun accepted it.

"We'll decorate the room together while you rest this weekend. You can stay in the guest room for now," Luo Tang said with a smile. "Qin Yan said we can change it as we like."

"Yes," Qin Yan said.

It was getting late, and it might not be safe to go back any later, so Qin Yan left first.

On the way back, Zheng Shutong said to her, "Don't be afraid, young mistress. When you're holding a gun, you need to keep your mind calm."

Qin Yan took a deep breath.

She said, "That person reeks of blood, can you smell it?"

Uncle Zheng: "When I anticipate that my opponent is too strong, I also feel that he is very ruthless. If I fear him, it will be difficult to beat him."

He then asked, "Young Madam, that person is Liu Jinyao, isn't he?"

"It's him."

"You've already won against him once. Your newspaper wiped out everything he'd built up in the first half of his life; he should be afraid of you," Uncle Zheng said. "If you can kill him once, you can kill him again."

These words greatly encouraged Qin Yan.

When Qin Yan returned to the villa, he felt much more relaxed.

The adjutant delivered the message to Qin Yan overnight, and when Qin Yan woke up the next morning, he saw the intelligence report he had compiled.

"...The special mission hasn't arrived yet. So, Liu Jinyao arrived in Nancheng first?" Qin Yan asked.

Lieutenant Qian: "He knows this place very well."

After more than a decade of hard work, he rose from obscurity to become the Chief of the Security Service. How prestigious was he back then?

Even if they were to make a comeback now, it would be with anger and resentment.

Uncle Zheng is right; it's him who can't calm down.

In a standoff, the calm person will seize the fleeting opportunity and achieve victory.

"Is there any evidence that he came beforehand?" Qin Yan asked.

Lieutenant Qian: "We managed to get a shot of its profile from a distance. The men we sent out were afraid of alerting the enemy, so they didn't dare get close."

"A profile shot is enough," Qin Yan said. "Develop it and send it to the warlord. He's just looking for an excuse to lash out."

Lieutenant Qian agreed.

Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down to eat breakfast.

After a night of adjustment, she felt much calmer.

A few days later, she officially met Liu Jinyao.

In early April, under the bright sunshine, Liu Jinyao stood openly at the entrance of the newspaper office, his short hair revealing his handsome features.

"What a handsome man! He must be an officer in the military government," a junior clerk remarked.

The person watching the commotion with the junior clerk was Xiang Linzi.

Xiang Linzi scrutinized the man and thought he resembled a soldier. He was in his thirties, tall and sturdy, standing straight and sharp.

When he saw them looking at him, he smiled, revealing a set of white teeth.

Then I noticed he wasn't smiling at Xiang Linzi.

Xiang Linzi turned around and saw Qin Yan.

"This person looks familiar," Xiang Linzi said. "I think I've seen him before."

"He is Liu Jinyao," Qin Yan said.

Xiang Linzi's expression immediately changed.

This person is ruthless, vicious, and selfish, and has amassed a fortune through dirty means.