I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

After that day, Zhou Xue threw a tantrum at her family.

She didn't cause trouble at Qin Qihan's place or at the Qin family's house. As Qin Qihan's fiancée, she naturally wanted to maintain a good image in front of them.

However, the situation was completely different in the Zhou family.

As soon as Zhou Xue got home, she locked herself in her room and didn't come out for dinner.

When Zhou's mother knocked on the door and asked her what was wrong, she said nothing was wrong. Her voice came through the door, flat and indifferent, revealing no emotion.

But Zhou's mother knew her daughter too well—the more she said "it's nothing," the bigger the problem actually was.

Sure enough, the next morning, the Zhou family elders were awakened by the sound of things being smashed.

Yun Muqian heard all these things from Zhou Yao. During one date, he and she were sitting by a fountain feeding pigeons when Zhou Yao said:

"My sister and brother-in-law seem to have had a fight. My sister is arguing with my parents, and the house is a mess right now. I won't be going back tonight, so I can spend more time with you."

She didn't rush to reject him, but instead feigned surprise:

"Oh, why are they arguing? Isn't their relationship stable?"

Zhou Yao simply said, "I don't know what's going on, but my brother-in-law is actually postponing the wedding."

He was carrying the milk tea he'd bought for her. He inserted a straw for her and handed it to her thoughtfully, saying, "My sister is pressuring my parents to find a way to go to the Qin family and get to the bottom of this."

"I see. So, have you been affected?"

Zhou Yao shook his head: "I didn't, it's all their adults' business."

Zhou Yao is currently in university and will be graduating soon, but he comes back to see her whenever he has time. She can tell that he likes her, and he might confess his feelings to her in a while.

Zhou Yao, a pampered young master from a wealthy family, was spoiled by everyone in the Zhou family. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and this was the first time he had ever pursued a girl.

"By the way, what type of guy do you like?"

Yun Muqian looked up at him. He pretended to be looking at the pigeons. She asked, "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Just...ask."

She placed the milk tea on the stone steps beside her, tilted her head slightly, and said, "My type..."

Zhou Yao held his breath.

"I don't even know what type I like."

"Would it be okay if someone younger were chosen?"

Yun Muqian looked at him without saying a word.

Zhou Yao's ears turned even redder, but this time he didn't avoid her gaze. He just looked at her and asked again earnestly, "Would you consider a guy younger than you?"

Yes, I will.

Zhou Yao was very happy, and a few days later, he even invited her to dinner at the Zhou family home.

She considered refusing, but then she thought that Zhou Xue was currently making a scene at home because of the postponement of the wedding. If she appeared at the Zhou family home, as someone close to Zhou Yao, she could dispel any possible suspicions Zhou Xue might have.

A woman who is close to her brother is much safer than a woman who is close to her fiancé.

She replied with a "Okay," and Zhou Yao responded almost instantly with a string of happy emojis, then sent another message:

【I'll pick you up this weekend! Just dress casually, don't be nervous, my parents are very nice.】

On a weekend afternoon, Zhou Yao drove a white SUV to her building. When the car window rolled down, his handsome, fair face was revealed. He was very attentive to her, getting out of the car to open the door for her and carefully making sure she didn't bump her head.

The Zhou family mansion is located in a quiet villa area. As the car drove through the wrought iron gate, Yun Muqian saw a large, neatly trimmed lawn and several tall sycamore trees through the car window.

Zhou Yao led her inside, where his mother, a well-maintained middle-aged woman wearing a navy blue knit sweater, came out to greet them.

"Yaoyao has been saying he'd bring a friend home, and he finally did today. Come in and sit down, don't be shy, make yourself at home."

Yun Muqian smiled politely and handed over the gift she had brought:

"Hello Auntie, this is my first time here. I didn't know what you liked, so I just bought some fruit."

Mr. Zhou was busy with his business, and there weren't many people at home. Yun Muqian had just sat down on the sofa when she heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

She looked up and saw Zhou Xue coming down from the second floor.

Zhou Xue was wearing a loose, off-white knitted cardigan over a simple tank top. Her long hair was loose, and she had no makeup on. She paused for a moment, clearly having noticed the woman sitting in the living room.

Zhou Yao stood up: "Sis, this is my friend."

friend?

Looking at her younger brother like this, Zhou Xue realized that their relationship wasn't just that of friends.

Yun Muqian stood up and gave Zhou Xue a polite smile: "Miss Zhou."

However, Zhou Yao isn't old enough to get married yet, and he's already quite grown up, so he can do whatever he wants. Zhou Xue laughed.

"Secretary Yun, I was wondering why Yao Yao kept going to Qi Han Company every few days. Turns out, he was there to see you."

No matter how much trouble she caused, Zhou Xue maintained a respectable demeanor and spoke affectionately about Qin Qihan, making it impossible to tell that there was a problem between them.

In high school, Zhou Xue kicked her so hard one day that she couldn't straighten her back, but the next day when they met in the stairwell, she was still able to greet her in front of the teachers.

She had always been a hypocrite, and Yun Muqian was used to it. Faced with Zhou Xue's overtures, she simply accepted them with pleasure.

"Yaoyao has been spoiled since he was little, and he sometimes has a bad temper. If he treats you badly, tell me, and I'll help you discipline him."

Zhou Yao protested, "Sis! When have I ever been in a bad mood?!"

Yun Muqian laughed, and the atmosphere became harmonious for a moment. Zhou's mother watched the fun with a smile. However, Zhou Xue's gaze suddenly fell on Yun Muqian's wrist.

It was a small scar, about the size of a fingernail, and brown in color.

Yun Muqian noticed her gaze, and her heart sank.

That scar.

In high school, Zhou Xue cornered her in the bathroom, holding a freshly lit cigarette between her fingers, and burned her wrist hard. Every time the scar was about to heal, Zhou Xue would burn it again.

Over and over again, in the same spot.

The last time it was burned, the skin had completely lost its ability to heal, leaving a dark brown scar that would never fade.

Back then, Yun Muqian used thick concealer to cover the scar every day. After graduating from high school, she moved to another city to attend university, and finally no one paid attention to the scar anymore.

She gradually got used to its presence, and sometimes even forgot it was still there.

But she never imagined that Zhou Xue would remember this scar.

Her heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to maintain her composure and slowly placed the water glass back on the table. "Miss Zhou, shall I pour you another cup of tea?"

Zhou Xue said no need.

She looked up at Yun Muqian, and a smile curved her lips:

"What happened to your wrist? I think I saw a scar just now."