I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

After their intimacy, Yun Muqian calmly dressed and said she had to leave.

"Don't drink too much alcohol at night, it's bad for your stomach."

"Stop!" he called to her.

Yun Muqian stopped, paused for about three or four seconds, then turned around: "What's wrong?"

Qin Qihan was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "How much money do you want?"

Yun Muqian leaned against the door frame without saying a word.

Qin Qihan said, "That's not what you think. I meant—"

"I can't go with you, but you can go buy something you like."

He rarely explained anything to others and was used to giving orders, but at this moment, he said, "You can have whatever you want."

He meant that he wanted to make it up to her.

Yun Muqian smiled generously: "Then buy me some jewelry."

"Can."

Yun Muqian looked up at him, her gaze sliding from his face to his hand hanging at his side, landing on the engagement ring on his ring finger. She smiled slightly.

"I want a ring as beautiful as that too."

"Okay, I'll have my assistant deliver it to you tomorrow, and then I'll have the driver take you there later."

Yun Muqian gave a soft "hmm," and this time she was really leaving. The sound of her high heels faded into the distance, followed by the sound of the elevator doors opening and closing, and then everything fell silent.

Then, he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in his office and saw Yun Muqian.

She walked out of the office building, her steps unsteady. The previous encounter hadn't been gentle; she had been pinned to the table by him, biting her lip and silently enduring all his bad temper. She had been holding back until she left the office building, when she finally couldn't take it anymore.

Even with this kind of relationship, she did her best for him.

He took out his phone and transferred five million to Yun Muqian's bank card. Yun Muqian saw the bank notification pop up after getting into the car.

She slightly curled the corners of her lips, knowing without turning around that Qin Qihan was watching her from the high-rise building.

With so much money, it was worth it for her to pretend to be pitiful earlier.

A minute later, Qin Qihan's phone screen lit up, and Yun Muqian's reply popped up:

Thank you, honey.

It's only right that the pet is rewarded for doing well.

But she thought that one day, Qin Qihan would kneel down and beg her not to leave.

At that time, she would throw each bill of money back in his face and tell him—

I don't want a single penny of your money. What I want is Qin Qihan himself, inside and out, body and soul, from Zhou Xue's fiancé to a dog at my feet, Yun Muqian.

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When evening came, Qin Qihan arrived at the Zhou family's house. As soon as the car stopped, Zhou Xue came out to greet him.

She wore a beige knitted cardigan, her long hair loosely tied back, exuding gentleness. She took his arm and said, "You're here. I've been waiting for you."

Qin Qihan was led by her into the Zhou family's gate. Many relatives had come, and Qin's parents were also sitting on the sofa. The elders of the two families sat facing each other, their words revealing their affection.

Everyone looked at him. Zhou's parents were very welcoming, and Qin Qihan nodded slightly and sat down as well. Zhou Xue naturally sat down next to him, put her hand on his arm, and asked him softly if he was tired today.

The two were a perfect match, both handsome and beautiful.

However, Qin Qihan thought of Yun Muqian. If it were such a grand occasion, Yun Muqian would definitely be moving around and talking, instead of clinging to him all the time.

He has never been interested in women, and although he and Zhou Xue have known each other since childhood, they have never had any romantic relationship.

The only time he lost control was when he met Yun Muqian. The more he learned about her, the more he wanted to keep her.

Zhou Xue kept asking him what he was doing today and when the wedding date would be set. He answered her for a while, then said he wanted to have a smoke and went to the quiet inner hall.

Zhou Yao was the only one there. He sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a game controller in his hand, his eyes fixed on the TV screen, where gunfight scenes flashed by rapidly, accompanied by a series of crackling sound effects.

"Brother-in-law." Upon seeing Qin Qihan, he immediately sat up straight, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, and mumbled:

"You've arrived."

Qin Qihan responded softly, and seeing Zhou Yao about to get up to serve him tea and water, he sat down beside him, lit a cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

"Sit down and keep playing your game."

Zhou Yao sat down again, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the side.

Qin Qihan was dressed in a neatly ironed white shirt and a blue and white tie. His black hair was combed back, with a few strands hanging down. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he smoked, giving him an air of refinement and abstinence.

He was extremely handsome, but Zhou Yao always felt that his brother-in-law was a cold and aloof person.

His sister had been pursuing him for years, from junior high to college graduation, but Qin Qihan was always lukewarm towards her. Occasionally, when he said a word to her, Zhou Xue would be happy for a whole week.

Zhou Yao used to think his sister was crazy, insisting on clinging to a heartless person. But as he grew older, he gradually understood.

Qin Qihan is the kind of person who has the appeal to make people want to pounce on him just by sitting there.

Like now, he's leaning back on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyelids half-closed, smoke escaping from his lips, so handsome you can't take your eyes off him.

No wonder his sister was in such a hurry to get married; anyone would feel insecure with a man like that.

While playing the game, Zhou Yao chatted casually with Qin Qihan.

Suddenly, Zhou Yao remembered the beautiful woman he had seen in his office earlier that day:

"Brother-in-law, your secretary in the office has such a great figure and a wonderful personality; she speaks so softly. Where did you find such a good secretary?"

Qin Qihan did not respond.

"Her name is Yun Muqian, right? Introduce her to me. My sister's here anyway, so you don't need another secretary."

"How do you know her name?" Qin Qihan asked, holding a cigarette in one hand as she turned to look at him.

Zhou Yao felt a sudden pressure, but still said, "I asked her, but she didn't say. I asked other people in your company, and..."

"Go play your game." Qin Qihan interrupted him: "Why are you, a kid, asking questions about people related to work?"

His voice was flat, sounding no different from usual, but those who knew him well could sense that it was colder than usual.

Zhou Yao touched his nose and obediently said, "I know, brother-in-law."