I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

On the other end of the phone, the assistant's voice grew softer and softer:

"Miss Zhou... is President Qin's secretary."

Qin Qihan had been drinking tonight and didn't stay with Zhou Xue. Instead, he went back to his own home, as he always does. Zhou Xue thought that Qin Qihan didn't want to have premarital sex, so she complied.

However, tonight she sent someone to cook pear soup and deliver it to his house, but when the person arrived, they found that Qin Qihan was not home.

Zhou Xue immediately called his assistant to ask where Qin Xihan was.

The assistant didn't tell the truth at first, but Zhou Xue saw through her after she mentioned a few places—she had already sent people to check several places Qin Qihan would go, and he wasn't there.

Realizing she might have been deceived, Zhou Xue instantly went berserk and forced him to tell the truth.

The assistant had no choice but to say that President Qin had gone to his secretary's house.

"When I asked you just now, you were stammering. What's wrong? Are you afraid I'll get angry?"

"...No, Miss Zhou, I'm just afraid of you..."

"What are you afraid of me for?" She stood up and kicked the glass coffee table in front of her hard, shattering teacups on the floor. She raised her voice into the phone:

"Which secretary's house is he at right now? Tell me clearly!"

Qin Qihan has several secretaries, but Zhou Xue's first thought was of the tall, slender, beautiful secretary. The assistant then realized she had misspoke.

"Ms. Zhou, I really don't know the specifics..."

"You don't know Qin Qihan's schedule? What are you good for? If you don't know, go look it up! If you can't find it, then die! You're useless!"

The phone hangs up.

Zhou Xue gasped for breath, tears streaming down her face. Her legs went weak, and she knelt down to find Qin Qihan's phone number. Her fingertips trembled as she pressed the key.

beep - beep - beep -

No one answered.

Hit again.

beep - beep - beep -

Still no one answered.

To be honest, Qin Qihan, shirtless, was lying on top of Yun Muqian, his phone vibrating incessantly, but this time, he didn't answer.

Zhou Xue made her third call, but the call was disconnected after the sixth ring.

He hung up on her!

Zhou Xue stared at the three words "Qin Qihan" on the screen, her eyes suddenly reddening. She grabbed a porcelain vase from the side and smashed it against the opposite wall, clenching her fists and screaming.

She had already done everything she could, and they were about to get married, so why did this have to happen at this time!

The door was pushed open at that moment, and Zhou Yao stood in the doorway, wearing pajamas, cautiously peeking in. He saw the mess on the floor:

"Sis? What's wrong?"

Zhou Xue didn't turn around; her shoulders heaved as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Sister," Zhou Yao said, closing the door behind him and walking in. He stepped around the broken pieces of porcelain on the floor and reached out to take her arm. "You're hurt. Let me help you—"

"Don't touch me!" Zhou Xue shook off his hand, her voice hoarse.

Zhou Yao stood frozen in place, his hand hanging in mid-air.

He had seen his sister lose her temper with the servants, but he had never seen her do that to him.

"Sis, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Yao squatted down.

"Qin Qihan." Zhou Xue finally turned around. "He's not home, I can't find him, I called him, and he hung up on me... What does he mean? Does he not like me anymore?"

Zhou Yao opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He knew about his sister's relationship with Qin Qihan, how important this marriage was to the Zhou family, and how much Zhou Xue cared about Qin Qihan.

Zhou Xue's room is covered with their photos. Every time Qin Qihan comes to her house for dinner, she will try on the dishes, clothes, and lipstick shades three days in advance.

Because I like it so much, I've liked it since I was little, that's why I care about it so much.

"Sister, maybe..." Zhou Yao said, "Maybe it's work-related? Brother-in-law is busy with his business, so it's normal for him to go to his secretary's house at night to handle documents or something."

Although Zhou Yao is usually cynical, he understands some principles: in a marriage with a wealthy family, it's enough to maintain a respectable appearance.

Zhou Xue, however, was relentless and insisted on investigating to the end.

The next day, Zhou Xue dressed beautifully, with exquisite makeup, and carrying a Hermes bag, and went to Qin Qihan's company.

When I arrived at the company, it was just past 8:30. The receptionist respectfully called out to me, saying that President Qin had not yet arrived.

Zhou Xue smiled and said there was no rush, she would go upstairs and wait for him.

She took the elevator to the twelfth floor. As she walked through the corridor, her gaze subtly swept over the secretary's office next to the president's office. The door was ajar, and the light was on inside.

Zhou Xue paused, then turned into the tea room at the end of the corridor.

The tea room was very clean. Yun Muqian was standing in front of the water dispenser with her back to the door, making tea. She was wearing a simple white shirt and her hair was tied up neatly.

Zhou Xue stood at the door for two seconds, put on a smile, and knocked on the door frame.

"Cloud Secretary".

Yun Muqian turned around, "Miss Zhou, so early."

"Good morning," Zhou Xue said as she walked in and naturally leaned against the windowsill. "Making tea? What kind of tea? It smells delicious."

"Jasmine tea, would you like a cup, Miss Zhou?"

"No need, I'll have coffee." Zhou Xue waved her hand.

"By the way, did you go to the charity gala last night? Qi Han said the wine there was good, but I forgot what brand it was. I'm thinking of buying a couple of bottles to keep at home."

Yun Muqian answered generously, "I went with a few assistants from the company, but we didn't drink much, we were too busy."

It's almost impossible to break off Zhou Xue's engagement now; she can't be driven away before she can completely win Qin Qihan's heart.

But it would be good to annoy Zhou Xue, and it would be best to annoy her to death.

"Oh? You must have gotten home quite late?"

"Yes, it was almost eleven o'clock when we got back."

Zhou Xue dug her fingertips into her palm: "Then what about last night—"

"Miss Zhou."

A male voice suddenly came from the doorway, interrupting their conversation.

The two turned their heads at the same time. A man in a dark gray suit stood at the door of the tea room, carrying a briefcase. He looked to be in his early thirties and was also Qin Qihan's secretary, surnamed Chen.

"Ms. Zhou, Mr. Qin just arrived at the company, and I brought him up."

Zhou Xue's brows furrowed slightly: "Was he with you last night?"

"Yes," he said.

"President Qin drank quite a bit at the banquet. My driver and I originally wanted to take him back to his old house, but he was too drunk to go through the hassle, so I took him to my house. My house is close to the banquet venue, and he rested there for the night."

After he finished speaking, he added, "I made him some hangover soup this morning before bringing him to the company. Don't worry, Ms. Zhou, Mr. Qin is much better now."

Zhou Xue's smile finally became more genuine: "That's good, thank you so much."

She turned her head and glanced at Yun Muqian, the warmth in her eyes suddenly turning cold, like a silent warning. Even if it wasn't her this time, a beautiful woman is always a threat.

But Zhou Xue couldn't just kick her out for no reason, or she would seem petty. She still cared a lot about her image in Qin Qihan's eyes.

"Secretary Yun, the company is very busy. You are new, so you should focus on learning first. Delegate any tasks to others."

The implication was that she should stay away from office matters.

"Okay." Yun Muqian nodded. "I understand."

Zhou Xue withdrew her gaze and looked at Secretary Chen, "Is Qi Han in the office?"

"Yes, yes, I just went in."

"Then I'll go find him."