I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Qin Qihan beat up Zhou Yao without explaining why.

The Zhou family felt that Qin Qihan had long harbored resentment towards them and wanted to break off the engagement. He had nowhere to vent his anger, so they beat him up.

The rift between the two families has deepened. Just a month ago they were discussing marriage, but now things are extremely tense.

This is what Yun Muqian wanted.

Qin Qihan's control over her became increasingly strict. At first, he only checked her phone, but later he would ask her where she was going, who she was going to see, and when she would be back every time she went out.

She didn't know whether this feeling should make her happy or scared.

That night, it was afterward again.

The curtains were drawn tightly, and only a very dim night light was left on in the room.

Qin Qihan lay down next to her, his breathing had become steady and long, and his arm was still on her waist, as if he were asleep.

Yun Muqian kept her eyes open in the darkness, listening to his even breathing. After a few minutes, and making sure he was not moving, she gently removed his hand from her waist.

She got out of bed very quietly, her bare feet barely making a sound on the floor.

She groped her way into the bathroom without turning on the light. Using the faint light coming from the hallway, she crouched down, opened the innermost cabinet door under the sink, and pulled out the small white medicine bottle from under a stack of clean towels.

I unscrewed the bottle cap, poured out a pill, put it in my mouth, and before I could even grab a glass of water to swallow it, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

With a loud "bang," it sounded like something being smashed open.

The light was turned on, and the blinding white light pressed down from all directions. She subconsciously squinted, and before she could see the person's expression, her wrist was grabbed.

She was pulled forward by that force and staggered a step. The medicine bottle slipped from her hand and crashed onto the floor tiles with a "crash," scattering white pills all over the floor.

She looked up and saw Qin Qihan standing in front of her, his upper body bare, his hair slightly disheveled, looking as if he had just gotten out of bed, his eyes clear and without a trace of sleepiness.

His gaze fell on her face. "What are you doing?"

Before she could answer, his fingers were already in her mouth, the tips probing deep into her oral cavity, and before she could swallow, he pulled the pill out from the back of her tongue.

His movements were quick, almost rough. When his fingertips brushed against her palate, she instinctively gagged, and tears welled up in her eyes.

He held the white pill up to her eyes, his gaze fixed on her reddened eyes, his voice low and deep:

"What is this?"

Yun Muqian's breathing quickened as he gripped the back of her neck with his other hand, forcing her to tilt her head back to look at him.

"Didn't you say you wanted to have my baby?" His voice was soft, as if he were talking about something he had been thinking about for a long time. "Why are you taking pills now?"

She opened her mouth, as if to say she wasn't ready, but he had already scooped her up from the floor and pressed her back onto the bed. Her back sank into the soft mattress as he leaned down and pressed down on her.

"When did you start eating it?"

Yun Muqian turned her head away, buried her face in the pillow, and did not answer.

"When did you start eating it?" he asked again, his voice a little louder.

"...It's been a while."

Qin Qihan was silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Why?"

Yun Muqian clutched the bedsheet beneath her. She certainly couldn't say he wasn't worthy of her bearing his child, so she could only say, "I dare not."

He didn't interrupt her, and silently waited for her to continue.

Yun Muqian turned her face back and lay on her back:

"I'm your mistress. If I really get pregnant, I don't know what to do. Can I keep the baby? Can I raise it?"

"Whether I keep the child or not is my decision. Besides, raising a child is a man's job. What are you, a woman, worried about?"

She said softly:

"If I really get pregnant, will you take the child back to your home for Zhou Xue to raise? Then I'll never see the child again."

Her words sounded like she was revealing her unease, but in reality, she was testing his plans for the future.

"No," he whispered, "I won't get married."

"Won't you marry Zhou Xue?" Yun Muqian struggled to sit up, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Sometimes I think, what if you're unhappy if you marry her?"

She knew she had no right to say such things, and Qin Qihan, of course, was also a person who prioritized self-interest.

But Yun Muqian is right. In this kind of marriage between wealthy families, how many people actually care about his feelings? Even he himself doesn't care, but she will worry.

This made him even more eager to give her a formal status.

His large hand stroked her back: "Why are you so good?"

Yun Muqian buried her face in the crook of his neck, her breath falling on the skin above his collarbone:

"What's so good about me? I'm awful."

"You are the best," he said.

Taking advantage of Qin Qihan's guilt towards her, she asked him for more money and went with him to many high-class events and banquets. In order to toughen herself up, she also went to several high-end auctions by herself.

During that time, she also met someone.

Shen Xubai.

In his thirties, he holds shares in numerous listed groups and has a very solid foundation in the industry.

When they first met, he didn't ask her too many personal questions or whether she was single. He was very interested in her and gave her a sports car after only a few days of chatting.

Yun Muqian said she wanted to go into business in the future, and he also said he could help her.

So she left him her contact information.

Meanwhile, Qin Qihan still hasn't broken up with Zhou Xue.

Those in the world of fame and fortune know that the cooperation between the Zhou and Qin families is far too deep. Cross-shareholding, project partnerships, and several large deals currently underway are all tied to that marriage agreement; their interests are intertwined far too closely.

It's not something that can be broken up by two people arguing and saying "we're not getting married."

The Qin family was trying to smooth things over, while the Zhou family was also watching the situation. Both families believed that as long as the marriage agreement was still in effect, the contracts would continue to be valid.

However, Qin Qihan grew increasingly indifferent, seemingly having made up his mind and was just waiting for the right opportunity.

Zhou Xue did not sit idly by and wait for her fate; she continued to try her best to turn the tide.

That afternoon, Yun Muqian came out of the copy room carrying a stack of documents and bumped into Zhou Xue standing at the door of Qin Qihan's office, holding a paper bag in her hand, as if she had come to deliver something.

She smiled when she saw Yun Muqian; it was a gentle, tender smile.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Miss Zhou."

Zhou Xue corrected her, "Just call me Mrs. Qin, it sounds better."

Yun Muqian responded, and Zhou Xue smiled with satisfaction. The two walked together toward the office.

Zhou Xue wore a beige knitted dress today, with a pearl brooch at the neckline, making her look gentle and poised.

Once inside the office, Yun Muqian was busy with her own things, while Zhou Xue was talking to Qin Qihan. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she would not give up.

Suddenly, Zhou Xue looked at her:

"By the way, are you usually very busy with work?"

"It's alright," Yun Muqian replied. "Sometimes there are many projects, and sometimes I'm a bit busy, but that's normal."

Zhou Xue nodded: "Most of President Qin's work is handled by his assistant, right? Besides work, what else do you do in your spare time?"

Zhou Xue is now suspicious and paranoid; even she has started to be wary of her.

Qin Qihan handed a dark gray suit jacket to Yun Muqian, which was to be sent to the dry cleaners. She reached out and took it, smiling gently.

"Don't worry, Madam, I have no contact with President Qin outside of work."

Zhou Xue simply said, "It's not that I don't trust you, I was just asking casually."

Under the table, his fingertip suddenly touched the concave curve of her waist, slowly sliding down the curve until it stopped on her pert buttocks.

Yun Muqian's expression remained unchanged; his palm rested there lightly, and she simply said:

"I heard that your wedding is approaching, Mr. Qin. Congratulations!"

Congratulations, Zhou Xue!

In this lifetime, it's finally my turn to ruin your life.