I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

In fact, Yun Muqian did not expect Qin Qihan to say that.

He has always been a man who puts profit first. In the eyes of these upper-class men, marriage is all about family interests. If the family backgrounds are similar, they can expand their business empire. It has nothing to do with love and romance.

The two families knew each other well, and in theory, he and Zhou Xue would get married soon.

However, he postponed the wedding.

Zhou Xue remained silent for a while, and Yun Muqian could imagine the smile on her face freezing. After a long pause, Zhou Xue said:

"Okay, everything is for your sake."

She smiled gently: "I'll find a way to talk to my parents. There's no rush to get married. You just need to make your own plans, and I'll handle the rest."

Qin Qihan said in a low voice, "Thank you for your trouble."

"Have something to eat." Zhou Xue picked up some roasted chestnuts from the side. "Is it too sweet? It smells a bit too sweet to me, but I remembered you used to love these when you were little, so I bought some."

Judging from the looks of it, Zhou Xue wasn't planning to leave. Yun Muqian had already taken off all her clothes and was now lying under the heavy blankets, barely able to breathe.

Qin Qihan simply said, "I don't have much of an appetite right now."

Zhou Xue put down the roasted chestnuts again. She stood by the bed, and from this angle, she could see his eyelashes were half-lowered, and his wisps of hair were messily falling over his brow bone. Her gaze lingered on his face for a long time.

"Qihan," she suddenly said.

"Um?"

"...Did I...do something wrong?"

Zhou Xue sat down on the edge of the bed. Yun Muqian, who was under the blanket, stiffened. She could feel Qin Qihan's hand move slightly under the blanket, his fingertips brushing against the back of her hand, as if to comfort her.

Zhou Xue said, "If I've done anything wrong, you have to tell me."

"No," Qin Qihan said.

Zhou Xue couldn't see anything amiss because Qin Qihan had always been cold, and she knew his personality. But people have an obsession with what they can't have, let alone a perfect man like him.

Moreover, the wedding date was being postponed, which raised some questions for her:

"So...you mean you're not in a rush to get married right now?"

She is twenty-two years old, very young, and Qin Qihan is only twenty-five, but Zhou Xue can't calm down until she gets the marriage certificate.

"No rush, let's talk about it later."

Zhou Xue spoke to him a few more times, reminding him, as his fiancée, to take care of himself: "Then you should rest well. I'll go back now and come see you again tomorrow."

"You don't need to come every day."

Zhou Xue paused as she was about to leave, turned back to look at him, and the last vestige of composure on her face completely crumbled.

"You have your own things to do," Qin Qihan said. "Don't focus too much attention on me."

"Even if I'm busy, a little extra time won't make a difference." Zhou Xue's voice was noticeably softer, almost trembling with tears. "Besides, we're getting married soon, isn't it only right that I take care of you?"

Qin Qihan said in that calm, almost indifferent voice, "I said, let's not discuss marriage for now. You should go back."

He's always been aloof, but he could maintain his patience before; now things are a bit off.

Zhou Xue realized this and wanted to get to the bottom of it, but she left at Qin Qihan's request.

After Zhou Xue left, the whole room became quiet. The aroma of roasted chestnuts lingered in the air, and finally, the blanket was lifted a crack.

The moment the fresh air rushed in, Yun Muqian almost jumped up, her hair disheveled and clinging to her cheeks and neck, her forehead covered in sweat.

Then Qin Qihan kissed her. His lips were hot, and she was jolted back by his touch, her head hitting the headboard with a muffled thud.

She pounded on his chest, sobbing that she couldn't breathe.

He didn't let go of her. He pulled one hand out from under the blanket, held the back of her head, and ran his fingers through her sweat-dampened hair, pulling her towards him.

His kiss quickly caused her soft lips to crack, and a slightly fishy, ​​sweet taste spread through the air.

He tasted that flavor, and his movements suddenly slowed down, becoming gentle and soft. His tongue lightly licked the crack, as if to soothe it.

After the kiss ended, she was finally able to catch her breath. The man's hot body covered her, as if he wanted to continue the lovemaking that had just been interrupted.

"I'm hot!" she said.

He was running a fever and didn't realize it, but she was dying from the heat. Qin Qihan found the remote and turned on the air conditioner, which immediately made him feel the urge to feel her after all these days of restraint.

Afterwards, he didn't let go, but held her in his arms, kissing her smooth back repeatedly.

"If I don't contact you first, will you take the initiative to contact me?"

She was so tired she could barely lift her arms: "Yes."

Before he could even feel happy for two seconds, he heard her say, "You bought my car and house. If we break up, who's going to spend money on me?"

Yun Muqian liked to joke, but the man behind her paused slightly and fell silent.

She opened her eyes: "Even if we part ways one day, you can spend money on others just as you spend money on me, and maybe those others won't even have as bad a temper as I do."

Qin Qihan remained silent, but his hand was already tightly covering her mouth.

She was used to speaking her mind freely in front of Qin Qihan, but it seemed that this was the only thing she couldn't say. He forced her to raise her head, and she jerked her head back, letting out a muffled groan of pain. He simply said:

"Just because of money?"

She froze, seeing the obvious anger in his eyes, and fell silent.

"You're with me only because of the money?"

He was unaware of Yun Muqian's revenge plan, but in the eyes of the world, what other reason could there be for a beautiful woman like her to become a mistress besides money?

"Are you angry? I was just saying it casually," Yun Muqian said.

But Qin Qihan wouldn't let it go, insisting that she answer whether she was with him for money.

"Of course not." She cupped his cheeks and gently kissed his lips. "I love you, I want to marry you, I want to be with you."

She could spout lies without batting an eye, and Qin Qihan looked at her with deep, unfathomable eyes:

"So what do you like about me?"

Yun Muqian was now in a dilemma.

Originally, their relationship was just a physical one, but if he starts to take it seriously, how will she be able to extricate herself unscathed?

Qin Qihan leaned against the headboard, the blanket draped loosely around his waist, revealing his lean and well-defined upper body. The room still held the lingering warmth of their recent lovemaking. He whispered:

"I just want to know what you like about me."

With all the advantages—tall, handsome, rich, from an excellent family, a top-tier conglomerate—no woman wouldn't like him; he's the epitome of a man.

But Yun Muqian knew that this wasn't what he wanted to hear.

Yun Muqian leaned over him, resting her chin on her crossed arms, tilting her head to look at him: "Because you're good to me."

"Yun Muqian, you'd better give me a serious answer, or this isn't over tonight."

Yun Muqian lifted her leg and straddled his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and resting her chin on his shoulder.

"Why are you always yelling at me?" she said in a muffled voice, as if she had suffered a great injustice. "You've been yelling at me since just now. You're always yelling at me."

Qin Qihan's hand landed on her waist, gently stroking it twice: "Where did I yell at you? Is this what you call yelling?"

"I'm not happy," she said.

Qin Qihan never coaxes women, nor has he ever tried, but when faced with an unreasonable woman like Yun Muqian, he can only ask her why she is unhappy.

Yun Muqian snuggled against his neck and said, "I was just joking. Why are you asking me such a difficult question? I like you, that's all. Why so many 'whys'?"

She reached out and gently touched his brow: "Don't frown."

His expression relaxed, and she leaned forward again, pouting and saying "kiss." Qin Qihan also stepped forward and kissed her lips.

Qin Qihan never imagined that he would be so manipulated by a woman.

He knew what he wanted from a young age: to complete his studies and get married before the age of twenty-five, and to expand the family's territory before the age of thirty.

Every step was planned out, and even her marriage partner was carefully selected by her elders. He was from a respectable family, well-mannered, and gentle. Zhou Xue met almost all the criteria.

So when Zhou Xue's parents came to him to discuss a marriage alliance, he did not object.

There's no need to object; it doesn't matter who he marries. Zhou Xue is a suitable partner—sensible, proper, and won't cause him any trouble.

He thought that this was how he would live his life, like his father, like his ancestors, marrying a woman of equal social standing, maintaining a facade of harmony, and living their own lives.

Until Yun Muqian appeared.

"Tell me, when we first met, were you trying to seduce me?" He grabbed her by the neck and pinned her down.

At that time, she was a newly appointed secretary who had been selected through a rigorous process. She brought him coffee while wearing a black stockings and a bodycon skirt, and even struck up a conversation with him, saying that his fountain pen was nice and that she had used that brand before.

He was usually serious and aloof, and the company's employees were afraid to talk to him, but Yun Muqian dared to.

It wasn't just once or twice; almost every time she appeared, she would talk to him, either to help him understand her better or to help her understand him better.

I initially thought she was just a vulgar woman trying to marry a rich man, but she turned out to be very capable at work and became the chief secretary in a very short time.

Qin Qihan felt that what initially attracted her to her was not her beauty, but the energy she possessed.

"That's called love at first sight." She lay beneath him, saying earnestly, "I liked you the first time I saw you."

It was love at first sight.

They knew from the beginning that it was just a physical relationship and that the two of them wouldn't go far.

But as soon as Qin Qihan heard her say "love at first sight," her mood inexplicably improved, and she didn't even want to think about parting ways anymore.