I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Yun Muqian underwent plastic surgery, spending a full million on her face, including bone shaving, double eyelid surgery, and nose implants... she had every possible part of her body altered before she transformed from an ugly duckling into a beautiful woman.

This money was earned at the cost of her mother's life.

Her mother was a sanitation worker who died in a construction accident a few years ago. The other party paid her one million yuan in compensation, and that was the end of the matter.

After my mother passed away, my father couldn't bear the blow and also passed away soon after.

But what truly broke her heart was Zhou Xue.

Zhou Xue was her classmate and a well-known socialite throughout the prestigious school—she was always dressed in designer brands, chauffeured around by a driver, and surrounded by people.

At that time, Yun Muqian was not called Yun Muqian, but Jiang Xiaohua.

Neither of her parents were educated, but they named her after a flower, which also carries a good meaning.

However, to the ears of those in the upper class, it was just a rustic name.

Zhou Xue had always disliked her and constantly looked for opportunities to make things difficult for her.

In the past, everyone said that only by studying hard and getting into a good university could one change their destiny. But Yun Muqian, living in that dark and hopeless environment, felt that her life was hopeless.

After the college entrance examination, she disappeared in Beijing without a trace, and everyone thought she was dead.

Jiang Xiaohua is indeed dead, because from then on, this body is called Yun Muqian.

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When I saw Zhou Xue again after four years, she was calmer than I had expected.

Zhou Xue didn't recognize her, not only because her face was completely different, but also because the woman she had been years ago was insecure and pitiful, and stuttered when she spoke. Now, she was articulate, confident, and elegant, making it impossible to believe that she was the same person.

Two days later, Yun Muqian ran into Zhou Xue again in the elevator.

Both of them were going to Qin Qihan's office, and Zhou Xue took the initiative to greet Yun Muqian:

"Hello, you must be my brother's new secretary?"

Her voice was warm, "There were so many people at the company last time, I didn't have a chance to talk to you. What's your name again?"

"Miss Zhou." Yun Muqian turned her head, smiled politely, and called out, "My name is Yun Muqian."

"Yun Muqian." Zhou Xue nodded with a smile. "What a beautiful name. My name is Zhou Xue."

"Your name is also beautiful, Zhou Xue, both elegant and clean."

Zhou Xue's smile visibly relaxed a bit.

This was exactly the effect Yun Muqian wanted. She knew Zhou Xue all too well—this woman appeared gentle and generous on the surface, but deep down she was incredibly vain and loved hearing people praise her name, her background, and everything about her.

This way, her vigilance will be dispelled.

"You're so beautiful." Sure enough, Zhou Xue leaned closer. "Your skin is so nice too. What skincare products do you use?"

Yun Muqian sneered inwardly.

She knew Zhou Xue's tactics all too well. First, she'd praise you, then get close to you, and once she knew your background, she'd crush you at the right moment.

This is Zhou Xue's usual tactic. She used this method to win over a large number of friends in high school, and then, when they trusted her the most, she quietly turned them into stepping stones.

But Yun Muqian is no longer the person she was in high school.

She calmly picked up on the topic: "There are no special skincare products, it's all about makeup. Miss Zhou is truly naturally beautiful."

Yun Muqian didn't want to reveal too much about herself, so she steered the conversation back to Zhou Xue. Zhou Xue exchanged a few jokes with her, and when they reached the floor where Qin Qihan's office was located, the two went into the office together.

Zhou Xue went to find Qin Qihan, while Yun Muqian went to organize her work contracts.

"Qihan." Zhou Xue's voice was gentle and graceful: "I've made an appointment with your mother for dinner. Would you like to come along? Your mother has been feeling a bit dizzy these past few days, so I'm planning to accompany her to the hospital today and have dinner with her while we're at it."

The two are not married yet, but Zhou Xue takes good care of his family.

"You're busy with work, so leave these things to me. Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?"

Qin Qihan's expression remained calm: "Okay."

The two clearly treated each other with utmost respect. Marriages among the upper class are mostly tied to family interests. Zhou Xue's family background is good, and Qin Qihan's family background is also good. The two of them being together is like adding icing on the cake for both families.

Qin Qihan's attitude towards Zhou Xue was more of a polite formality.

Of course, the two must have grown up together and know each other well. Their families must have given this marriage a lot of thought.

Moreover, the Qin family is very satisfied with Zhou Xue. She is beautiful, generous, highly educated, and considerate, making her the perfect choice for a daughter-in-law in a wealthy family.

As for Yun Muqian, besides being pretty, she doesn't have anything else to offer.

But it's okay.

As long as Qin Qihan is interested.

"Then I'll send your assistant the location later." Zhou Xue nodded gently, placed her hand on his broad shoulder, and gave him a massage: "You should take care to rest when you're working, don't overwork yourself."

Qin Qihan didn't reply, but looked past her and landed on Yun Muqian, who was tidying up contracts to the side.

"Where's the coffee?"

Yun Muqian looked up, a perfectly timed apology on her face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Qin, I ran into Miss Zhou in the elevator just now and we chatted for a bit. I forgot to make the coffee. I'll go make it right away."

She turned and left.

The moment the door closed, she heard Zhou Xue's voice coming from inside: "Your secretary is so beautiful."

Yun Muqian did not stop walking, nor did she deliberately listen to Qin Qihan's answer.

Because she knew Zhou Xue couldn't get rid of her.

After she finished making coffee, Zhou Xue also came out of the office. It seemed that Qin Qihan had asked her to go back first under the pretext of work. When the two passed each other, Yun Muqian had a smile on her face, while Zhou Xue had no expression at all.

Upon entering the office, Yun Muqian placed the coffee on Qin Qihan's desk and watched Zhou Xue's departing figure.

Four years have passed, and Zhou Xue hasn't changed much. If there's any change, it's that she's become slimmer and prettier. She's always paid great attention to her figure and appearance, and everything about her must be perfect.

Actually, Yun Muqian was a little nervous at first, but she herself had changed a lot, so Zhou Xue didn't notice anything amiss.

Who could have imagined that the girl who was humble to the core years ago would transform into the rich young lady she is today?

Zhou Xue's life is very successful now. As the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, she has a huge fortune to inherit in the future, and her family paves the way for her. Even her fiancé is one of the most outstanding men in the world of fame and fortune.

"What are you looking at?" Qin Qihan's voice suddenly came from behind.

Yun Muqian withdrew her gaze, turned around, and a perfectly measured hint of envy appeared on her face: "President Qin, Miss Zhou is such a kind person."

Qin Qihan glanced at her but didn't say anything.

Her tone held a hint of curiosity: "How did you come to know Miss Zhou? Have you known her since childhood?"

"right."

It's a business marriage; if things continue like this, the two will get married and expand their family's business empire.

"Then you two must have a very good relationship, right?" She tilted her head, her voice softening slightly, as if she were happy for her boss. "Miss Zhou seems very well-mannered, and she and President Qin look very well-matched."

Yun Muqian knew she needed to stay calm; rushing things would only make things worse.

Qin Qihan's gaze lingered on her face for two seconds. "You've been talking a lot today."

Yun Muqian's smile hadn't faded, but his tone seemed to carry a hint of displeasure: "Are you happy that I'm with her?"

She nodded. "Your happiness is my happiness."

She was the one who took the initiative to approach Qin Qihan, and their relationship gradually became an unspoken secret.

Qin Qihan never asked her why she did it.

A beautiful woman approaches a rich and powerful man for only a few reasons, and he doesn't need to make any promises to her because he holds absolute control in the relationship.

In his world, there are only two kinds of women—useful and beautiful. Zhou Xue belongs to the former, and Yun Muqian belongs to the latter.

Qin Qihan gripped her waist, lifted her up, and pressed her against the desk. Files scattered all over the floor, and a coffee cup wobbled on the table, spilling a few drops of dark brown liquid.

His hot breath sprayed against her ear, his breath carrying the scent of tobacco:

"Then you'd better behave and listen to me."

He needs an obedient woman by his side; whether he loves her or not is irrelevant.

She turned her head away, avoiding his breath on her ear: "So, are you spending tonight with her or with me?"

"She invited my mom to dinner," he said.

"so what?"

"So you stay here by yourself."

Yun Muqian lowered her eyes, gave a soft "oh" in a flat voice, revealing no emotion, and then struggled slightly, as if trying to get out of his grasp to tidy up the scattered documents.

Qin Qihan didn't let go of her. His hand pressed back against her waist, and his voice lowered, "Are you unhappy?"

"No." She turned her head away, her tone still flat. "It's only right that you go to have dinner with her. Why would I be unhappy?"

"Then why did you ask?"

Yun Muqian reached out and gently touched the unbuttoned button on his shirt collar with her fingertips. "You go ahead, I'm fine on my own."

Qin Qihan pulled her closer and placed a light kiss on her forehead. "I'll spend time with you when I'm done with my work."