I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Now, Yun Muqian weighs the pros and cons before doing anything.

She wouldn't do anything that wouldn't benefit her, and she didn't want anyone to discover her true identity; doing so would only cause trouble.

Then I won't add it.

She locked her phone and was about to turn over and put it back on the bedside table when a low voice came from behind her:

"Are cell phones really that fun?"

Yun Muqian paused for a moment. She thought Qin Qihan was asleep, but she didn't expect him to be leaning against the headboard, watching her from behind: "You only remember me now."

"No." Yun Muqian rolled over, snuggling into his arms, burying her face in his chest, and wrapping her arms around his waist. "You're ignoring me again."

Under the moonlight, the innate coldness in his eyes softened slightly. Qin Qihan raised his hand from her waist and lightly patted her bottom.

"Who was hugging you just now?"

"That's for sleeping, not for taking care of me. You don't take care of me when I'm not feeling well." She said this on purpose, even though he was the one who gave her a bath all night.

"How else do I need to take care of you?" His tone remained indifferent. "I'll breastfeed you, won't I?"

Yun Muqian lay motionless against his chest, burying her face even deeper, and said in a muffled voice, "Then why don't you feed me?"

She knew that Qin Qihan was treating her differently now. At first, their relationship was just a physical one, but now that she was on her period and couldn't do anything, he would still come to her.

It's like she often sleeps next to him; if she's not there, he can't fall asleep.

Is it a habit, or an addiction?

Yun Muqian suddenly grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifted it up, and buried her head inside, like a cat, her warm cheek pressed against his bare chest.

"What are you doing?" Qin Qihan's voice came from above.

She nuzzled against his clothes, her hair a mess, and finally poked her head out from his collar, her face right in front of his chin.

Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were incredibly bright, and she tilted her head back to kiss his lips:

"Weren't you going to breastfeed me?"

Qin Qihan laughed. She rarely heard him laugh like that; it was genuine, tinged with a hint of helplessness, yet also with amusement at her amusement.

"How could you be so silly?"

"You insulted me."

Qin Qihan didn't reply. Instead, he reached into his clothes, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her out.

Yun Muqian reluctantly let him pull her clothes off, her hair a mess, her face flushed slightly from being cooped up for so long. He looked down at her and gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

"What's the fuss about?"

"Weren't you going to breastfeed me?" Yun Muqian said matter-of-factly.

Qin Qihan's gaze fell on her face, and he slowly and deliberately said, "Where would I, a man, get breast milk?"

"Then I'll feed you." Yun Muqian reached out to unbutton her pajamas, her movements casual and deliberately provocative. "I love you..."

Qin Qihan covered her mouth and obediently pressed her back to his side.

"You dare to mess with me in your current state?"

Yun Muqian's mouth was covered by him, leaving only her eyes showing. She blinked twice, looking innocent as if she didn't understand anything.

Qin Qihan stared at her for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

She knew she was on her period, which was why she dared to tease him like that. He pinched her cheek: "Go to sleep. You're not feeling well, go to sleep early."

"Then you'll stay with me."

"I'm with you."

"You need to hold me while I sleep."

Qin Qihan reached out and pulled her closer, letting her rest her head on his shoulder. With his other hand, he reached for her phone on the bedside table and placed it far away on his side of the table, making sure she couldn't reach it.

"If you touch your phone again, I'll throw it away."

Yun Muqian nestled in his arms and suddenly said:

"Qin Qihan."

"Um."

"I have a question for you."

He didn't open his eyes, but patted her back with his hand as a response.

Yun Muqian pursed her lips: "If we have a baby in the future, will you still hold me like this to sleep at night?"

She said it on purpose. She wouldn't have his child, but she could tell that he seemed to really want to have a child with her. She hoped he couldn't live without her. She wouldn't have his child, but she could coax him.

Qin Qihan opened her eyes, which had been closed: "You should focus on getting better first."

Could it be that he felt sorry for her?

Yun Muqian grabbed his wrist. "You haven't answered me yet."

Qin Qihan stared at her for a long time, so long that she thought he wouldn't answer. Then he suddenly pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice coming from his chest:

"meeting."

He said, "Even when we have a baby, I'll still hold you."

Yun Muqian drifted off to sleep in his arms, her fingers still loosely clutching the hem of his pajamas. He looked down at the top of her head; she had only said it casually, but now he couldn't sleep.

Moreover, before meeting her, he had never thought about becoming a father.

He prefers quiet and dislikes noise. In his mind, children only scream, cry, and crawl all over the place, which would turn his orderly life into a mess.

He always felt that having children was a natural progression—or rather, he wasn't even considering it at the moment.

But he doesn't rule out having a child with her. He even subconsciously feels that if she gets pregnant, she should just give birth to the baby. He can support her and also raise another child.

If there were a child like her, just as unreasonable, just as willful, just as clingy, it might not be so unacceptable...

Qin Qihan frowned, feeling somewhat unfamiliar with the thought that had popped into her head.

A few days later, Yun Muqian's period was completely over, her fever subsided, and she felt much better.

Qin Qihan wouldn't let her stay at home. Early in the morning, he had the driver pull her out of bed, put her in the car, and take her to the company.

She sat at her workstation, her back still a little sore, probably from lying down for too long.

Around 3 p.m., she was looking down at a contract when a shadow suddenly fell over her.

She turned her head and saw a young face very close to hers. The man was wearing a light gray casual suit with a floral shirt underneath, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, and his hair was tousled.

Zhou Yao.

Her fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the mouse.

"Hey," Zhou Yao pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, the chair legs scraping against the floor with a screeching sound, "what are you doing?"

Yun Muqian's expression remained unchanged. She smiled slightly, her tone businesslike:

"At work. What brings you here today, Young Master Zhou?"

"I came to see my brother-in-law; I come to visit you when I'm bored."

Zhou Yao chatted with her casually, while Yun Muqian turned her computer screen slightly toward herself, as if she was about to continue working.

But Zhou Yao showed no sign of leaving and asked:

"By the way, are you free after get off work?"

"I have a few movie tickets," Zhou Yao said, "and I'd like to invite you to see a new movie. It just came out recently, and it's got pretty high ratings."

His ears were a little red.

Yun Muqian sneered inwardly.

However, Zhou Yao was, after all, a member of the Zhou family. If she got closer to him, she might be able to get some leverage over the Zhou family. She suppressed the surging nausea in her heart:

"Young Master Zhou, I still have work to do after I get off work."

"What time do you get off work?" he pressed, seemingly oblivious to her polite refusal.

"Not necessarily," she said. "I might have to work overtime today."

Zhou Yao said "Oh," but quickly perked up, took his phone out of his pocket, and handed it to her.

"Let's add each other on WeChat, and we can make plans whenever you're free."

Yun Muqian looked at the phone; the QR code was already open on the screen. He had even prepared this step.