I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Yun Muqian knew that he was a very chauvinistic man who wanted her world to consist of only him.

If she didn't have so many deep-seated hatreds, there wouldn't be any problem with her being a lover for fun.

But she had spent so much money, and the process of lying on the operating table was so long and painful, she was determined to make the most of her beauty.

The big bosses she met today, while not as wealthy as Qin Qihan, still had connections.

Qin Qihan swiped his thumb across the screen a few times, the screen light reflecting off his face. In the darkness, only his deep-set brow bones and high nose bridge were visible.

Yun Muqian sat quietly on his lap, her hands on his shoulders, and saw him open her WeChat.

Actually, he was quite curious about who Yun Muqian usually chatted with, besides him.

She said she had no parents or siblings, and her WeChat contact list was indeed very clean.

"What were you talking about with others last night?" he whispered. "Can't you even sit still for a little while?"

Yun Muqian rested her chin on his shoulder: "I wasn't talking to anyone."

"I didn't give you permission to talk to anyone else." He pinched her smiling face, his expression cold, and she stopped smiling too.

"I don't have anything to do either. I just serve tea and water, and chat with whoever I bump into. Otherwise, it's too awkward to just sit there."

"Serve tea and water?" His voice rose slightly at the end.

Yun Muqian's heart tightened slightly. She knew him too well; this tone usually meant that he was unhappy, but hadn't shown it yet.

Just as she was about to say something more, Qin Qihan turned off her phone screen and casually put it aside.

"You're one of my people. Who gives you the right to serve me tea and water?"

"Are those people your customers or your boss? Why aren't you serving me tea and water?"

"Or are you saying you don't think I'm giving you enough, so you want to meet more men?" Qin Qihan's slender fingers ran through her loose hair, and with a little force, he lifted her face, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"Who else do you want to meet? What do you want that I can't give you?"

These words were spoken with extreme arrogance, but Yun Muqian sensed something else in them; he was jealous.

She did not avoid his gaze:

"Miss Zhou is there, I dare not go over."

She bit her lower lip slightly, as if she had been scolded and felt a little wronged, her voice slightly nasal: "I just... wanted to find an opportunity to get closer to you."

This was the first time she mentioned Zhou Xue with a hint of grievance in her voice:

"She's your girlfriend, and you're going to marry her. What if I go to your side and upset her?"

As she spoke, tears welled in her eyes, making it seem as if Qin Qihan had forced her to say it. She straightened up slightly, moving away from Qin Qihan's chest.

"I can be your mistress for life, but I don't want to hurt Ms. Zhou."

Qin Qihan pulled her back into his arms and remained silent, but his gaze towards her was filled with emotion.

"I can give you a child and support you financially," he said. "As long as you stay with me obediently and don't associate with other people, I can give you anything you want."

But what if all she wants is for Zhou Xue to be eliminated?

Of course, I can't say that now.

We gave her no hope whatsoever.

"I..." She collapsed into his arms, tears streaming down her face and disappearing into her temples. She said to him:

I just want you to be happy.

Her appearance made him feel as if something had gently bumped into him.

He kissed her, his lips burning hot, carrying the scent of whiskey and tobacco, his tongue pressing against her lips and teeth.

Yun Muqian looked at him through his kiss.

She raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching the shirt on his chest, where a small patch was dampened by her tears, the fabric a shade darker than the surrounding fabric.

He suddenly picked her up, and she gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. He stood up with her in his arms and threw her onto the bed.

The lights were off. Qin Qihan stood in front of her, the moonlight shining from behind him, obscuring his expression; only his broad shoulders were visible.

She wanted to speak, but he kissed her, and she could only let out soft, breathless moans.

His kiss moved away from her lips, tracing down her jawline. Her lips parted slightly, and a question slipped from her mouth:

"Qin Qihan."

"Mmm." His voice was muffled, close to her collarbone.

Do you like Zhou Xue?

He seemed surprised by her question, paused briefly, and then said:

"dislike."

Yun Muqian looked at him, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and deliberately asked:

"Did you touch her?"

"No."

In the past, Qin Qihan would never have answered this question. As he said, she couldn't interfere in his private life, nor did she have the right to know about it. But at this moment, he said:

"We grew up together, but we weren't close."

His lack of feelings for her doesn't mean Zhou Xue has no feelings for him.

"Why?" Her voice was a little hoarse. "She's your fiancée, beautiful, and from a good family..."

Qin Qihan lowered his head, interrupting her:

"dislike."

Yun Muqian remained silent, enduring the man's plunder:

"Here's what I'm giving you, take it." His voice was deep in the darkness. "If you can't take it, don't blame me for not letting you go."

Meanwhile, at the Zhou family mansion, the night was thick with darkness—

A fair and beautiful hand, painted with apricot-colored nail polish, held a woman's cigarette between its fingertips, the flame flickering on and off.

"What did you say?"

Zhou Xue held a cigarette in one hand and her phone in the other. Ashes fell in a flurry, but she didn't flick them away, letting them burn her knuckles.

"Did Qin Qihan spend the night at his secretary's house?"