A whirlwind marriage: The real heiress marries a warlord.

Qin Yan pushed Cheng Tianxun away.

Cheng Tianxun hesitated briefly, his breathing becoming labored: "Qin Yan."

"Um?"

"You can't do bad things." He said seriously, then leaned in to kiss her earlobe, whispering in her ear, "You have to pay the price for doing bad things."

"What price?" Qin Yan asked in return.

She drank a few glasses of wine, her ears flushed and her heart fluttered, her throat felt as if something was pinching it, and her voice was somewhat weak. To Cheng Tianxun's ears, it sounded delicate and melodious.

not like her.

Like a woman suffering from a love plague, she's being coquettish.

Cheng Tianxun's heart skipped a beat. Suppressing his overwhelming joy, he kissed her deeply again.

It turns out that he was attracted to women who were plagued by illness, and was even agitated by them, unable to calm down.

The car returned to the villa, and he picked Qin Yan up and carried her upstairs.

This time, the bed leg in the master bedroom broke completely, and the two almost rolled off the bed; fortunately, the storm passed and they were no longer in a hurry, joking with each other.

When she went to take a shower, Cheng Tianxun insisted on going with her.

"...My custom-made bed is almost here," Qin Yan said. "Hopefully it'll be sturdier this time."

"I also bought one and put it in another room," Cheng Tianxun said. "I'll replace it if it breaks."

Construction on their villa began before the Lunar New Year, including the construction of the front and back courtyards. The exterior was completed at the beginning of the year, and the interior decoration is now almost finished.

In a few days, a back door will be opened in the annex to connect it with other buildings, and the courtyard wall will also need to be demolished to build a corridor.

Cheng Tianxun and Qin Yan discussed whether they should move to another place to stay for a few days.

He still has some houses, but it might be a bit troublesome to defend them.

"Aren't you going to the base? You've been back for a while now," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun: "Liu Jinyao is still in the city. I won't leave you, don't worry."

He added, "Things aren't too busy, so I can send a trusted confidant to handle them. If it's really necessary for me to go personally, I can have Cen Yan do it for me."

Qin Yan nodded.

Cheng Tianxun also said, "I plan to reserve a job for Lan Zheng."

"I've heard he's reliable, which would be beneficial to you," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun: "If you don't object, I will send him the letter of appointment in a few days."

"I don't object," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun kissed her.

The relationship between Qin Yan and the Lan family also needs to be eased little by little, and Cheng Tianxun didn't say much.

The next morning, Cheng Tianxun was in a great mood and whistled softly.

Qin Yan looked at him.

"What's wrong?"

"It's a bit like a thug's trick. Won't the warlord scold you?" Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun: "..."

When Qin Yan arrived at the newspaper office, the chief editor, Song Yan, came to find her, looking extremely grim.

"I'm not feeling well because I can't publish this article," he said.

Qin Yan: "What's wrong?"

"It hurts here. The Western doctor said it might be something that's become infected and suppurating, which is very dangerous. I need to be hospitalized and have surgery." Song Yan clutched his lower left abdomen.

Qin Yan: "Then we'll follow the doctor's orders. Tell Miss Ling about your situation and have her assign tasks."

Song Yan looked quite uncomfortable and shook his head: "I'll take some medicine first. I don't really trust Western medicine, and I would never dare to listen to their nonsense."

Qin Yan glanced at him.

Song Yan turned around and looked at her intently: "Western medicine can damage the root cause of illness. It may provide temporary relief, but it's harmful in the long run, President."

Qin Yan looked at him quietly.

He put down the documents, turned around, and left.

Qin Yan remained calm and continued working. At noon, he told Ling Manyun that the chief writer, Song Yan, might need to take a few days off because he wasn't feeling well.

When Qin Yan finished work in the evening, he went home.

She said to Cheng Tianxun, "You have to do me a favor."

"Why are we being so polite, husband and wife?" Cheng Tianxun laughed. "Tell me, I'll go through fire and water for you."

Qin Yan: "..."

She didn't know much about women with the plague. But men with the plague were so slick and slippery that it gave her goosebumps.

"It's something very important," she said.

Cheng Tianxun straightened his expression: "Okay, go ahead."

Qin Yan called him closer and explained it to him in detail.

Cheng Tianxun pondered for a moment: "I'll entrust it to Cen Yan; he'll investigate much faster. He has eyes and ears everywhere in the southern part of the city."

"Thank you," Qin Yan said.

Cheng Tianxun immediately went upstairs to call Cen Yan.

Qin Yan did not mention this matter to anyone else at the newspaper.

Two days later, just before the end of the workday, the office phone rang. Ling Manyun answered it for Qin Yan: "It's Chief Writer Song. His voice sounds off."

Qin Yan took the microphone.

The editor-in-chief, Song Yan, sounded distressed on the phone, his voice low and weak: "My wife wants to take me to a Western hospital. I'm terrified, editor-in-chief."

"Could we meet? I have some important documents in my office, locked in a drawer. I don't trust someone else to give them to you with the key. I'd like to give them to you personally, just in case anything goes wrong."

Qin Yan: "Okay."

He added, "Don't worry, if Western medicine can cure it, then get it treated properly. Where shall we meet?"

"It's so late, I'm afraid it might be inconvenient to go out. Could you come to my house?" Chief Editor Song said. "If you're afraid, you can ask Miss Ling to come along, and you can bring a few more people too."

Qin Yan: "No need, I'll be right there."

After quickly packing his things, Qin Yan left.

Ling Manyun asked her, "Where are you going?"

"I'm off work, I'm going home," Qin Yan said.

Ling Manyun noticed that there was still a quarter of an hour before she could leave work, and guessed that Qin Yan had something to do, perhaps related to Chief Writer Song, so she didn't say anything more.

At nine o'clock that night, Cen Yan arrived at Cheng Tianxun's villa.

Surprisingly, he was accompanied by his siblings, Xiang Linchuan and Xiang Linzi.

Cheng Tianxun frowned: "What happened?"

"Liu Jinyao and Du Zhuojun are in cahoots and actually plan to kidnap me; I heard that he also plans to kidnap my cousin's wife. This is to create the illusion that my cousin's wife and I eloped," Xiang Linchuan explained.

Cheng Tianxun frowned even deeper: "Elope with you and starve to death together? Qin Yan isn't blind. How much can your hair oil be worth?"

Xiang Linchuan: "Can't you just shut up? We've been working for days, we're exhausted. And you haven't done anything."

Cheng Tianxun: "I'm usually reliable, no one dares to kidnap me, what do I need to do?"

Xiang Linchuan: "Brother, you be the judge!"

Cen Yan: "..."

Don't drag your older brother down with you when you're being scolded.

Cheng Tianxun then noticed Xiang Linzi standing beside him: "Are you talking like you're watching a play? What use is she anyway?"

Xiang Linzi found his constant nagging and rudeness incredibly annoying, and she couldn't understand how her cousin-in-law could live with him. If it were Xiang Linzi, she would want a divorce every day.

She ignored Cheng Tianxun and turned her head to the other side.

Qin Yan only cared about one thing: "What about Chief Scribe Song's son? Have they found him?"

Cen Yan: "We've found him. The child is fine; he just went hungry for a few days."

Qin Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Her chief writer, Song Yan, has a younger brother who studies both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine. He kept asking Qin Yan why she had to oppose traditional Chinese medicine and why she couldn't support both.

He does not oppose any kind of medical practice.

When he said he didn't believe in Western medicine, he was saying something clearly unusual; he was asking Qin Yan for help.

Something might have happened to someone in his family.

In the document he left for Qin Yan, there was an acrostic that said his son had been kidnapped and he needed Qin Yan's life in exchange for her going to his house.

He would delay for at least two days, asking Qin Yan to make preparations in advance. He dared not disobey openly, fearing that something might happen to the child.

Qin Yan was very familiar with her main writer, which was why she understood his hints.

She instructed Cheng Tianxun to send someone to find Song Zhubi's son and to send someone skilled in martial arts to accompany her.

She went to Chief Scribe Song's house in the afternoon, where seven or eight people were lying in ambush, including assassins. She, Uncle Zheng, and the men arranged by Cheng Tianxun took care of them all.

Cen Yan also found the Song family's son.

"Good, we've alerted them. Let's close the net tonight!" Cheng Tianxun said.

Killing the enemy must be swift; speed is of the essence in warfare.