I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

"Get dressed, my girlfriend is coming."

After the intense lovemaking, Qin Qihan lit a cigarette, not even glancing at the woman on the sofa. He straightened his shirt, his handsome face expressionless, reverting to his usual cold and aloof demeanor.

Yun Muqian didn't rush to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground:

"Why are you in such a hurry, Mr. Qin? Miss Zhou is coming from the beauty salon; it will take her at least ten minutes."

Qin Qihan remained silent, checking the afternoon meeting schedule on his phone, seemingly unaware that a woman was standing behind him.

She knew he looked down on her.

For a wealthy tycoon like Qin Qihan from Beijing's elite circles, let alone caring about women, even his girlfriends are arranged by his family. They are well-matched in terms of social standing, so he doesn't need to pay any attention to them.

But if his girlfriend comes to check up on him and catches him doing something, it would be troublesome if she ran to the Qin family home crying and making a scene.

So he looked at her and asked, "Aren't you going to get dressed?"

Yun Muqian's gaze fell on his shirt collar. "Let me tidy this up for you first."

She raised her hand to smooth his collar, her fingertips lightly brushing against the side of his neck, feeling the still-beating pulse there.

Her scent was a cool yet lingering perfume base note, which he had smelled countless times in the dead of night when he was lost in passion. His fingers, which were holding a cigarette, paused almost imperceptibly as he exhaled a smoke ring, which swirled and reached her face.

Yun Muqian didn't dodge; instead, she tilted her head back, revealing her delicate and pretty face, and asked:

"Will you take me with you to the Chen Dong Group's dinner party next month?"

Chendong Group is a listed company spanning numerous sectors. This banquet was naturally a gathering place for many business tycoons.

"You want to go?" Qin Qihan slightly curled the corners of her lips. "Call me husband."

Yun Muqian suddenly threw herself into his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest. He pinched her slender waist, his voice muffled as it came from his chest: "Are you being coquettish?"

"My legs are weak." She bit her lower lip, looked up, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with tears, and returned to the previous topic: "Haven't you heard enough? You made me shout again."

However, Yun Muqian still leaned close to his ear, her red lips, stained with kisses, parted slightly, and said, "Husband."

Qin Qihan was completely satisfied.

The two lingered for a while longer before she turned and left, leaving behind a faint fragrance in the air. He watched her intently, barely taking a few puffs of his cigarette, which had almost burned out.

After receiving his consent, Yun Muqian left the office.

Black stilettos stepped onto the marble floor, the soles of which were red. The extremely high heels made her legs appear even longer and straighter, encased in high-quality matte black stockings.

Above that was a black knee-length pencil skirt and a pure white low-cut shirt.

This face is one in a million, with slightly upturned eyebrows, a pair of almond-shaped eyes that are extremely alluring, with slightly drooping corners, a high nose bridge, full lips, and slightly protruding cupid's bow. It is the most exquisite masterpiece created by the scalpel of plastic surgery.

As she passed the break room, two male employees inside looked up at the same time, their eyes glued to her, as if they had been frozen in place.

It was at this moment that she bumped into Zhou Xue, who had come to visit her boyfriend.

Zhou Xue seemed to be a completely different kind of woman from her.

She was a young lady from a wealthy family, dressed in a beige Chanel gown, her long hair cascading gracefully over her shoulders, adorned with a pearl headband, and wearing delicate makeup—a typical image of a pampered heiress.

She was also carrying a thermos, presumably she had personally cooked soup and brought it over.

Everyone says that Qin Qihan's girlfriend is a socialite from the best family in Beijing's elite circles. She is outstanding in appearance, and it is rare to find such a pampered young lady who is also so virtuous.

The two women's eyes met in mid-air.

Yun Muqian stopped, faced her, and smiled: "Hello, I am President Qin's new secretary, Yun Muqian. I've only been here for a month."

"Secretary?" Zhou Xue tucked a stray hair behind her ear, took her hand, and said gently:

"Thank you for your hard work. You've only been here a short time, so please feel free to ask others to teach you anything you don't understand."

Zhou Xue's generous and poised demeanor was completely different from how she had pressed her head down and forcefully pushed her into dirty water five years ago.

Yun Muqian agreed and went to her work desk.

The office door wasn't closed. She looked up and could see Zhou Xue's slender arms wrapped around Qin Qihan's neck, her body pressed intimately against him, her face tilted up as if she were saying something, a coquettish smile on her face.

Qin Qihan had his back to the door, so Yun Muqian couldn't see his expression.

But he stood there, tall and straight, letting her hang there without pushing her away.

That's how people in the upper class are; they only care about social standing and family background. But Zhou Xue was truly in love with him; otherwise, she wouldn't have begged her father to discuss the marriage, making it known to everyone in the city.

Once the two get married, Qin Qihan might fulfill his duties as a "good husband" and maintain the dignity of a marriage into a wealthy family.

Zhou Xue didn't dare ask for more; she was content just to marry Qin Qihan.

Yun Muqian withdrew her gaze, turned on her computer, and the dim light from the screen illuminated her expressionless face.

Let's keep being lovey-dovey.

She'll take him away, body and soul, sooner or later.