I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

However, after arriving home, Yun Muqian added Zhou Yao back on her contacts.

She memorized Zhou Yao's WeChat ID. If she could get close to him, she might be able to find out the details of the Zhou family. In less than ten seconds, her friend request was accepted.

Immediately afterwards, messages flooded in like crazy.

What's wrong?

I'm still wondering if you're angry.

Did I say something wrong?

You clearly accepted my friend request during the day, so why did you delete me at night?

Please tell me if I did something wrong.

Don't ignore me.

The last one is followed by a pitiful little dog emoji.

Yun Muqian looked at the few lines of text on the screen, but did not reply immediately. Instead, she scrolled up and saw that the words he sent were filled with a kind of anxious urgency that almost overflowed the screen.

But Zhou Yao used to hate her. Years ago, when she was about to take the college entrance exam, he used a basketball to knock her into the fountain. The water wasn't deep, but it soaked all her study materials.

She looked up and saw several people standing by the pool, with Zhou Yao in the middle, arms crossed, a fearless smile on his face.

He hated her, for no reason at all. Spoiled upper-class young masters and ladies bullying the lower class was like kicking a stray dog ​​on the street; human nature is inherently evil.

She climbed out by herself that day, and walked back to the classroom soaking wet. Everyone on the way was looking at her.

At that moment, Yun Muqian looked at the jumping, ingratiating emojis on her phone screen, a slight smile playing on her lips, and typed a few words:

I'm not angry, I just accidentally clicked delete.

After sending the message, she put her phone on the coffee table and got up to pour herself a glass of water. When she returned with the glass, her phone screen was filled with messages.

That's good! You scared me to death!

Are you free tomorrow? Just for a meal.

You choose the location, I'm fine with anything.

Yun Muqian took a sip of water, put down the cup, picked up her phone, and typed:

Let's do it tomorrow then.

Zhou Yao agreed, guessing that he had already booked the most expensive restaurant.

A few hours later, Qin Qihan, having finished his work, got into his car. Before starting the engine, he opened his phone and saw several messages from Zhou Xue. Her tone was gentle and considerate, asking if he had eaten dinner and if he wanted to come over to her place that evening.

He glanced at it, didn't reply, exited the chat box, and his gaze fell on Yun Muqian's name.

Not a single new message.

They don't usually communicate via WeChat. He opened Telegram, an app that automatically deletes chat history after you finish reading a message, but she still didn't send any messages.

He thought it was a network delay and refreshed the page a few times.

Still nothing.

He typed a few words and sent them:

What are you doing?

After sending the message, he leaned back in his seat and waited for a while. The screen went dark and then lit up again, but there was no reply. He waited another minute, and then dialed the number directly.

It rang several times before the other end answered.

His voice was muffled, as if he wasn't fully awake: "Hmm...?"

Qin Qihan's brow twitched slightly: "Asleep?"

"...Just fell asleep." Her voice was muffled, as if she were speaking with her face buried in the pillow. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask what you were doing." He paused for a moment, "It's too late now, I won't go over. I just wanted to let you know, let's have dinner together tomorrow night."

There was a two or three-second silence on the other end of the phone, as if they were processing his words, before she spoke: "I can't come to your place tomorrow."

Why?

"I'm still feeling a bit unwell," she said. "I'd like to go to the hospital for another check-up tomorrow."

Qin Qihan tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel: "Which hospital?"

"It's the one from last time. You don't need to come with me, I can go by myself."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I'll have my assistant accompany you. We'll have dinner together after the checkup."

Yun Muqian paused for a moment: "No need, we'll see... If I'm not feeling unwell when I wake up, I won't go. If I'm too tired after seeing the doctor, I'll go home by myself. You should get some sleep."

Qin Qihan was about to say something more when a low, soft yawn came from the other end of the phone. "I'm sleepy, I'll hang up now."

Then she hung up the phone.

Qin Qihan was furious when he saw the message "Call Ended" on the screen, but considering how tired she was, he didn't call back.

The next day, Yun Muqian got up very early, quickly washed up, and chose a red low-cut long dress, letting her long hair fall loosely over her shoulders.

Before leaving, I glanced at my phone and saw that Zhou Yao had already posted more than a dozen messages.

The earliest message was sent in the early morning, and then another message came half an hour later saying, "Did I send it too early?"

Then came messages starting around 7 a.m., asking what dishes she liked to eat, if she had any dietary restrictions, and whether she needed to be picked up early since the restaurant reservation was made.

Where do you live? I'll come pick you up.

Yun Muqian simply said:

No need, I can go myself. Just send me the address.

The restaurant reservation was for a Michelin three-star French restaurant in the city center, a prime location. The waiters at the door were dressed in tuxedos. When Yun Muqian arrived, Zhou Yao was already seated by the window.

He was wearing a light gray hoodie today, and he immediately stood up the moment she walked in.

"You're here." He pulled out a chair for her, his movements a little awkward, as if he rarely did this.

"Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just arrived too." He seemed a little uncomfortable lying.

Yun Muqian sat down, placed a small paper bag she was carrying on the corner of the table, and pushed it in front of him. Zhou Yao was taken aback, looked down at the paper bag, which had the logo of a handmade dessert shop printed on it.

"This is……"

"I didn't know what you liked to eat," Yun Muqian smiled, "so I just bought a piece of cake. I was afraid you'd get hungry while waiting for me."

Zhou Yao stared at the paper bag, as if he had been gently struck by something; his lips moved slightly.

"Thanks."

His voice was soft, carrying an uncontainable, almost overflowing joy.

He carefully took the paper bag and placed it beside him without opening it, as if he were keeping something important.

Even the most unrestrained person becomes cautious in front of someone they like.

Yun Muqian barely cooked a single meal that day.

He cut the steak into neat little pieces and pushed it in front of her. He also poured the juice, carefully wiping the rim of the glass before handing it to her. When her napkin accidentally slipped under the table, he bent down, picked it up, folded it, and put it back next to her.

Yun Muqian saw everything, saying "thank you" and "you don't need to be so polite," but she felt nothing at all.

After finishing the meal, he paid the bill, and the two of them walked out of the restaurant.

The afternoon sun was warm. Zhou Yao said there was a movie theater nearby and asked if she wanted to go see a movie. Before Yun Muqian could speak, Zhou Yao's phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, his expression changed slightly, and then turned his back to answer the call.

His voice was very low. The restaurant entrance was quiet, and the wind was blowing from that direction. Yun Muqian was standing two steps behind him, and she could hear every word clearly.

"...Yeah, I'm having dinner with her."

It was Zhou Xue's voice on the other end of the phone, her tone carrying that older sisterly concern and nagging:

"Don't try anything funny with her right away. She's a young woman who's willing to go out to dinner with you, so behave yourself. Take her to a movie, go shopping at a luxury store, and if you don't have enough money, ask me for it."

It seems Zhou Xue is unaware that her younger brother is on a date with her.

"Okay, okay."

"Remember, be gentle."

Zhou Yao responded a few times and then hung up the phone.

He put his phone back in his pocket, turned around, and saw Yun Muqian standing two steps away, a smile on her face, the wind making her hair sway gently.

It's so beautiful. Zhou Yao stood there stunned for a few seconds before walking over and pulling on the car door:

"Get in the car, where would you like to go?"

Yun Muqian got into the car: "Your sister and you have a really good relationship."

It might be even better than she imagined; otherwise, he wouldn't have bullied her just because his older sister disliked her in high school.

Zhou Yao said, "I keep my distance from my sister. Once I have a girlfriend, I'll only revolve around her."

Upon hearing his explanation, Yun Muqian simply smiled and did not respond.