I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Yun Muqian attended the charity gala as she had hoped.

She's been saying for a long time that she really wants to participate.

However, given her current status, she couldn't even meet the threshold. Qin Qihan agreed to take her, since business tycoons gathered at the charity gala, and it was normal for them to bring a few assistants and secretaries. She could go if she wanted.

This man truly dotes on her. He can't give her a formal title, but he'll give her anything else she wants.

Qin Qihan is a cold-hearted man who prioritizes self-interest. It seems impossible for him to disregard everything and abandon his family's interests to be with her.

Although she has already infiltrated his life, he still needs to work harder to break the solid business marriage between him and Zhou Xue.

Zhou Xue and Zhou Yao would also be attending this dinner party. Yun Muqian knew she had to keep a low profile, so she wore a black business suit, tied her long hair up, and put on a pair of black frameless glasses.

The black stockings were matte, befitting a secretary's role.

After getting dressed, she took a selfie in the mirror, playfully sticking out her tongue, and posted the photo on Qin Qihan's Telegram. This app automatically deletes chat history, and they usually chatted there.

Soon, the man's reply came:

What's wrong?

Qin Qihan is currently with Zhou Xue, and as a couple, they need to go out together in such situations.

Moreover, Qin Qihan had previously told her that when he was with his girlfriend, she was not allowed to send him messages or call him.

Yun Muqian's lips curved slightly as she lifted her skirt and pointed her phone camera at herself in the mirror. Matte black stockings encased her slender legs, with a lace trim at the top of her thighs that was faintly visible under the light.

After taking the photo, she pressed send.

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.

Then I replied with:

Was it intentional?

Yun Muqian typed: [I miss you. I haven't been able to talk to you for a long time today.]

There was no further reply from the other end.

But about ten seconds later, she received a picture—

On the corner of the black bedside table sat a half-full glass of whiskey. He liked to have a small drink before leaving. He indulgently told her what he was doing, but the message was:

[I'll spank you like this again next time.]

【Kiss.】

She sent her last message and received no reply, but it showed as read; he stayed on the chat screen for quite a while.

She should probably leave soon.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she adjusted her glasses. She saw a beautiful woman in the mirror; her makeup was light, but her cheeks were stunning.

She picked up her bag, walked out of the mansion, and a Maybach was already waiting at the door.

The driver opened the car door, she sat in the back seat, closed her eyes, and mentally reviewed the evening's schedule.

Zhou Yao and Zhou Xue will come.

She needs to keep her distance from Qin Qihan, and most importantly, she needs to get to know more business tycoons.

However, she doesn't ask for too much right now; she just wants to ruin Zhou Xue's marriage first.

When the car came to a stop, Yun Muqian glanced at the entrance of the State Guest Hotel through the car window. Two rows of cameras were lined up in the media area, and flashes of light were going off one after another.

She stood with Qin Qihan and several other assistants, waiting at the entrance of the banquet hall. Several tens of minutes later, a top-of-the-line luxury car slowly pulled up at the entrance of the luxurious hall.

As soon as Qin Qihan and Zhou Xue got out of the car, business media took photos of them with their cameras. Both of them were smiling and facing the camera. This photo would make the headlines of financial newspapers the next day.

Looking at the happiness on Zhou Xue's face, Yun Muqian wanted nothing more than to tear it apart.

Then, they entered the hall, with Yun Muqian following behind them. At that moment, she noticed Qin Qihan glancing back unintentionally.

She knew he was looking for her and kept a respectful distance from him. After entering, she sat at another table with the rest of the company, while Qin Qihan and his girlfriend sat in the center.

She sat down, placed her laptop on the table, opened it, and pretended to be looking at some documents.

In fact, she was constantly scanning the entire hall out of the corner of her eye.

She doesn't actually need to actively approach those big shots; they will extend olive branches to her on their own. She just needs a way to get to know them.

Anyway, her job was as a secretary, and she was just there to help out. So she stood up, found a tray, poured a few cups of tea, and served tea to whoever she met.

She has a sweet tongue and is generous and enthusiastic, so big shots often chat with her, and they eventually exchange contact information.

She understood that her beauty was an advantage, especially since she didn't have much social standing yet. Knowing more people would give her more options.

But before she had even finished half a turn, someone suddenly tugged at her sleeve from behind.

"Secretary," an assistant standing next to Qin Qihan whispered, "President Qin just sent a message asking you to compile a detailed list of last year's charitable donation. He might need it for a speech later."

Yun Muqian reacted quickly, "Okay, I understand."

She returned to her seat, turned on her computer, and began to access files, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

But she suddenly felt a slight chill all over her body.

The feeling was strange, as if someone was watching her from some unknown, dark place.

Her gaze, neither too intense nor too faint, possessed an undeniable presence. She raised her head, her eyes passing over the water bottles and document folders on the round table, over the waiters moving about in the lobby, and over the clinking of glasses...

She saw Qin Qihan.

He sat in the shadows, bathed in a dim light, one hand resting on the edge of the table, the other holding a barely touched glass of wine. His gaze pierced through the noise and crowd of the hall, landing on her.

She was too far away to see his expression.

But she could feel the weight of that gaze, so heavy, so strong that she couldn't ignore it.

She took a deep breath and continued working. He had deliberately had someone call her back, probably because he saw through her thoughts, so she didn't need to explain anything.

The banquet ended after 11 p.m.

Yun Muqian was among the last to leave. The people she had just met were very enthusiastic and offered to take her home, but she politely declined. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Zhou Xue holding Qin Qihan's arm as they said goodbye to several elders at the main table.

Qin Qihan didn't ride in the same car as her; he took Zhou Xue home instead, which was something a fiancé should do.

Yun Muqian can finally get a good night's sleep. She removed her makeup, nestled into the sofa in her bedroom, turned on the TV, and aimlessly flipped through a few channels.

My phone suddenly lit up.

It was a message from Qin Qihan's assistant:

[Ms. Yun, Mr. Qin will be there soon. Please prepare yourself.]

She was a little confused. Qin Qihan was supposed to be with Zhou Xue tonight, so why was he here?

However, she immediately replied "Received".

Ten minutes later, the lock on the entryway door clicked.

Qin Qihan didn't ring the doorbell. He entered the password directly, walked through the entrance hall, the living room, and into the bedroom. He took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned the collar, and then sat down next to her.

He had been drinking today, and he smelled of that cool, men's cologne. She said, "Are you tired? Do you want to sleep now?"

Qin Qihan didn't speak, leaning back on the sofa. She reached out, her fingertips touching his chest. Through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel the softness of his pectoral muscles. She asked:

Why aren't you saying anything?

Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquetry, "They called me back at the banquet and wouldn't let me move. Now that I'm home, they're ignoring me."

Qin Qihan reached out and grabbed her wrist, not with much force, but not enough to break free, pulling her closer.

Then he spoke, his voice low:

"Let me see your phone."

Yun Muqian paused for a moment.

He had her called back today and told her not to move around, which was already a warning to her. He saw her talking to those big bosses and exchanging contact information. She didn't say anything on the surface, but she remembered it all.

Now that he wants to check her phone, she is naturally prepared and hasn't added anyone yet.

"You're so fierce!" She pouted slightly, speaking in a slightly aggrieved and coquettish tone, "What's wrong with you?"

He gripped her waist with his hand, lifted her up, and placed her on his lap. Then, with his other hand, he slowly picked up her phone.

"password."

His voice was flat, devoid of emotion.

"The password is your birthday," she said.

He never checked her phone before, partly because he didn't take her seriously, but she knew this day would come sooner or later, so she set her phone password to his birthday in advance.