I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Zhou Xue stayed in the office for more than ten minutes, unaware of what the two of them discussed.

After she left, Yun Muqian carried the bag to her office. Her high heels clicked silently on the carpet. When she reached the door, she gently knocked on the door with her knuckles.

"Come in."

She pushed the door open, went in, and closed it behind her.

Qin Qihan sat behind his desk, wearing a dark gray tie with subtle patterns, a document spread out in front of him. He didn't look up when he heard footsteps. Yun Muqian quietly placed the tray on the coffee table without making a sound.

Neither of them mentioned the madness of the previous night.

She remained calm and didn't take advantage of Qin Qihan's temporary indulgence. She wouldn't ask him to leave Zhou Xue now, nor did she ask what Zhou Xue had told him.

What's meant to happen will happen.

She wanted Qin Qihan to be the one who couldn't help himself.

Several documents were scattered on the table, their pages out of order. She reached out and straightened them, then picked up the empty coffee cup and turned to take it to the break room.

My wrist was suddenly grabbed.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Yun Muqian didn't struggle, letting him hold her hand. "Your girlfriend told me to come to the office less often."

Qin Qihan raised her eyes: "You're listening to her?"

Yun Muqian shook her head: "I'll only listen to you."

Yes, the fact that she can maintain this ambiguous relationship with him now is all thanks to his tacit approval and consent.

However, she also had to pay a price. Qin Qihan was a man obsessed with desire, and she really couldn't resist his desires. Her waist was always sore and weak.

She also happened to be menstruating that day, and the combined pain made her look listless and lacking energy.

Qin Qihan patted her head and told her to stay home for the next few days and not to come to the company.

However, because she has been dieting to maintain her figure for many years and rarely eats carbohydrates, her period is quite painful, and she also caught a cold and had a fever. She went to the hospital to register herself.

She sat on a metal chair in the emergency room lobby, her face bare, thinking she would get a few injections of fever reducer first.

However, she did not expect to see Chi Qiusheng in the consultation room.

The consultation room was brightly lit. Behind the desk sat a man in a white coat, with a clean and handsome profile, straight brow bones, a refined nose, and a gentle voice.

"Hello there."

Yun Muqian stood there stunned. She had a crush on him for three years when she was ugly, but she didn't know that he became a doctor after graduation.

This was the second time the two had met, and she was still at a loss.

Chi Qiusheng looked up at her: "Come in and sit down."

She walked over and sat down in the chair in front of him, her voice hoarse and almost inaudible: "I...have a fever."

Chi Qiusheng glanced at her, took an electronic thermometer from the drawer, and handed it to her.

"Clamp it up," he said.

Yun Muqian took the thermometer, her hands trembling slightly. She lowered her head, tucking the thermometer under her arm, not daring to look up at him.

The consultation room was quiet for a few seconds, with only the hum of the air conditioner and the faint siren of an ambulance in the distance outside the window.

Chi Qiusheng's voice came from the other side, very softly:

"Have you got a meal yet?"

Yun Muqian shook her head, unable to eat anything; she would vomit whatever she tried to eat.

"Don't rush to take your medicine," he said, a hint of a smile in his voice. "After taking your temperature, eat something. Taking medicine on an empty stomach isn't good for your stomach. I have some dessert here; you can have some if you don't mind."

Hearing his concern, she instantly recalled—

One sweltering summer during her high school years, during an ordinary PE class, she got her period.

It wasn't the first time, but each time it caught me off guard.

She didn't have money to buy sanitary napkins, so she could only fold toilet paper over and over again and put it thickly on her underwear.

But that day was during PE class, the 800-meter test. After running two laps, she felt something was wrong. She had a lower abdominal pain, and a warm liquid gushed out between her legs, much more than usual.

When she stopped, a burst of laughter came from behind her.

"Look at her pants!"

"Oh my god, it's huge, it's disgusting."

"Is she on her period? Hahahaha—"

She stood there, her face flushed, tears welling in her eyes but she dared not let them fall. She dared not turn around, dared not look at those people's faces, dared not even move, because if she moved, the blood would seep out more noticeably.

She didn't know what to do.

The laughter grew louder and louder, some people started to make a fuss, and some took out their phones.

Suddenly, a school uniform was draped over her waist.

The white school uniform jacket, faintly scented with laundry detergent, was draped over her from behind, the sleeves gathered gently at her waist and tied in a knot.

The stain that she had tried to cover up and hide was now completely concealed by her school uniform.

The laughter stopped.

"What are you looking at?" A clear, handsome voice came from behind her, each word distinct and clear. "Disperse."

It is Chi Qiusheng.

Everyone stopped laughing. He walked up to Yun Muqian and bent down slightly.

"Don't cry." His voice was very soft, only she could hear it. "Does your stomach hurt? I'll go with you to the infirmary."

She was crying so hard she couldn't speak. She just lowered her head, wiping her tears haphazardly with the back of her hand, and followed behind him through the road she thought she would never be able to cross.

Chi Qiusheng walked ahead of her, always keeping a distance of two steps.

From then on, Chi Qiusheng became Yun Muqian's only light during her high school years.

Her school uniform got dirty, and the next day there was a new school uniform on her desk, neatly folded, with the tags still on, and even a pack of sanitary napkins and a large wad of cash.

The person left no note, but she knew it must have been from Chi Qiusheng.

"Thank you." Four years have passed, and she feels grateful to him from the past, and also to him now: "Thank you."

Chi Qiusheng said no need to thank him, opened the drawer next to him, took out a piece of bread, tore open the packaging, and handed it to her.

The bread has a milky aroma, is soft and fluffy, and a warm, sweet, and sticky smell wafts out as soon as you tear open the packaging.

"Take a bite first," he said, placing the bread on a clean tissue beside her. "Eat slowly, no rush."

Yun Muqian ate in small bites, keeping her eyes fixed on his hand on the table, but she didn't notice the ring on his ring finger.

Chi Qiusheng watched her eat before lowering his head to continue writing the prescription:

"After you finish eating, go to the injection room on the first floor for a fever-reducing injection. Come back to pick up your medication afterward."

Yun Muqian nodded, clutching the half-eaten bread. When she stood up, her vision went black for a moment. She steadied herself by holding onto the edge of the table and waited for the dizziness to pass.

Chi Qiusheng helped her up: "Did you come alone?"

"right."

He lowered his head, pulled a notepad from under the medical record book on the table, wrote a line of numbers, and handed it to her.

"This is my phone number. If your fever doesn't break by tonight, or if you feel unwell in any way, call me."

She couldn't help but ask, "Are you this nice to everyone?"

Chi Qiusheng smiled, shook his head, and said, "No."

He looked at her:

"I feel like you remind me of someone I used to know. I don't know where she is now, but I hope she has someone who treats her like that."

Yun Muqian's heart skipped a beat. She pinched the note so hard it left tiny creases, and it took her a while to squeeze out her voice:

"How is it similar?"

Chi Qiusheng's gaze fell on her face

"Your voices sound very similar," he said.

She was insecure and sensitive in high school and almost never spoke. Even Zhou Xue couldn't remember her voice. Perhaps no one could remember her voice at all, but Chi Qiusheng did.

She was a little flustered. After getting the fever-reducing injection and the medicine, she went back to the villa.

It was already dark when she came in. She took her medicine, wrapped herself in a blanket, and curled up on the sofa. Her fever had subsided a bit, but she was still feeling groggy.

She didn't know when she fell asleep, only that the TV was on, and then she heard the soft sound of the fingerprint lock unlocking in the entryway, followed by a series of steady footsteps.

Qin Qihan stood by the sofa, still wearing his suit and tie, as if he had just come back from outside.

He knelt down in front of her, reached out and touched her forehead. His palm was dry and warm, and she flinched slightly when it touched her skin.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I have a fever." Her voice was soft and nasal, like someone who had just woken up. "When did you get back?"

"Just got back." He sat down beside her, reached out an arm to pull her into his embrace, his palm against the back of her head, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice muffled from his chest:

Have you seen a doctor?

Yun Muqian leaned against his chest: "I went to the hospital and got an injection."

Why didn't you tell me?

"You're busy." She said with her eyes closed.

"I can go by myself."

Qin Qihan ordered someone to make brown sugar ginger soup and bring it over. He held her in his arms, gently patting her back. His broad chest felt very comfortable against her. Yun Muqian leaned against him.

"My phone is on the coffee table, could you get it for me? I need to use it."

Taking advantage of her discomfort, she even ordered him to pour her water, which he did, showing considerable indulgence towards her.

In fact, powerful and influential men are the ones who know best how to cherish women. In this way, even if Zhou Xue doesn't like Qin Qihan, Yun Muqian will have to force herself on him, since it's better to keep the good stuff within the family.

He didn't bother her that night. After taking a shower, he lay down on the bed with her. Yun Muqian turned her back to him, opened WeChat, and entered Chi Qiusheng's phone number in the friend search box.

A WeChat profile picture popped up.

It was a gray-green forest with a name consisting of only one character: Qiusheng.

Yun Muqian stared at the profile picture, her thumb hovering over the "Add Friend" button, but she didn't press it.

She hesitated.

Add it or not?