I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

By the time the movie ended, it was already getting dark.

They got back into the car, and Zhou Yao didn't start the engine right away. He adjusted the seat back a little, turned his head to look at her, as if he had something to say, or as if he was looking for the right moment to speak.

He probably wanted to talk to her about going out together next time.

She started by asking, "By the way, is Mr. Qin and Ms. Zhou's wedding date approaching?"

Zhou Yao was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected her to ask that question.

He thought for a moment, tilted his head, and said, "My sister definitely wanted to get married sooner. The wedding was originally scheduled for this month, but my brother-in-law said it was too rushed and postponed it."

Yeah?

She was unaware of Qin Qihan and Zhou Xue's marriage.

If you want to know the inside story of their relationship, you can only ask Zhou Yao.

"So it's been postponed. When will it be postponed to?"

"They didn't say a specific date," Zhou Yao shrugged, "but my sister's been looking at wedding dresses lately, and she's already booked several designers, so it'll probably be soon."

Yun Muqian paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's great. Your sister must be very happy."

"Why are you suddenly asking this?" Zhou Yao was a little uneasy. What should he do if she liked Qin Qihan?

"I'm just curious," Yun Muqian said. "After all, President Qin is my boss. If he marries Miss Zhou, I need to be prepared professionally."

Zhou Yao said "Oh," looked down and fiddled with the car keys for a moment, remained silent for a few seconds, and then spoke again:

"Actually, my sister and brother-in-law... how should I put it, they are well-matched in terms of social standing, but I always feel that my brother-in-law is too cold, and my sister sometimes feels quite tired."

Yun Muqian turned her head to look at him, her eyes holding just the right amount of surprise, as if she had just learned some secret: "Really?"

"He rarely replies to her messages, and he doesn't spend much time with her. Sometimes when my sister goes to see him, he's always busy."

Zhou Yao's tone carried a hint of indignation on behalf of his sister as he said this, "But I can't really say anything about their relationship, since both families have agreed."

Yun Muqian listened quietly, nodded, and didn't reply.

The carriage was quiet for a moment. Zhou Yao turned to look at her, his voice soft and cautious: "Would you... like to sit a little longer?"

Yun Muqian glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, then smiled at him:

"It's time to go back; we've played all afternoon."

Zhou Yao did not move.

Yun Muqian had already reached for the seatbelt buckle, and just as her fingertips touched the metal buckle, she suddenly felt a warm touch on her wrist. It was Zhou Yao who had grabbed her wrist.

The pressure was light, loose, as if afraid of hurting her, or perhaps afraid of her breaking free.

"Stay with me a little longer."

Looking at the face that so closely resembled Zhou Xue's, Yun Muqian felt a surge of nausea, but she only said:

"It's really time to go back today. Let's go out and play again next time we have time."

After much persuasion, Zhou Yao finally released the person.

"It's a deal then. Next time I ask you out, you can't say you're too busy."

"good."

When Yun Muqian returned home, it was already completely dark. She changed her shoes and walked into the living room, where she suddenly smelled smoke.

The living room lights were off, and in the dim light, a figure sat on the sofa, holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

Qin Qihan.

"Didn't you say you weren't feeling well?"

He took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke escaping from his lips and teeth, rising slowly in the dim light before dissipating.

"Where did he go?" he asked.

"Just got back from the hospital."

"Let me see the report."

Yun Muqian stood on the steps, without moving.

The living room was silent for a few seconds. Qin Qihan looked at her, his voice lower than before, with a chilling hoarseness:

"Now you've learned to lie, haven't you?"

Yun Muqian pursed her lips slightly and deliberately said:

"Do you even care where I go? You just want me to stay by your side; you don't care if I'm happy or not."

"Try talking back again," Qin Qihan said in a low voice. "I came to see you, and this is the kind of attitude you give me?"

Yes, she knew all too well that even if he liked her, women were just toys to him.

"Then replace me." At this point, Yun Muqian felt she could finally show some temper.

"You don't lack women, just find one that's more obedient. I'll give you back the house and car; go find someone else."

Qin Qihan immediately stubbed out his cigarette, strode towards her, grabbed her waist tightly, lifted her up by the knees, and threw her heavily onto the sofa.

"You say it's over, and then it's over?"

Her back slammed against the sofa cushions, and before she could even catch her breath, his body pressed down on her: "You could tolerate it before, why can't you tolerate it now?"

"I didn't say anything. You can continue to marry Miss Zhou." Yun Muqian was very clever: "I just want you to find someone who can make you happier."

But besides her, who else could make him happy?