I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

The next few days were uneventful.

Qin Qihan went to the company as usual, and Yun Muqian went to work as usual. In the office, they had a boss and secretary relationship, maintaining politeness and distance.

Yun Muqian didn't ask Zhou Xue how things were going, intending to wait and see.

However, Yun Muqian underestimated Zhou Xue's feelings for Qin Qihan.

That afternoon, she received a call from Zhou Xue. Zhou Xue's voice was completely different from hers that morning; it was hoarse, as if she had cried many times and hadn't recovered.

"Miss Yun...it's me, Zhou Xue."

"Mrs."

"About that morning... I'm sorry." Zhou Xue's voice sounded a little muffled on the phone. "I was too impulsive. I thought about it later, and you were just delivering documents. I was overthinking things and wrongly accused you."

Zhou Xue had been anxious and tense these past few days, and was easily angered, but if she lost her temper, it would only hasten Qin Qihan's departure from her.

"Qin Qihan hasn't answered my calls or replied to my messages for the past two days. Does he really want to break up with me?"

Zhou Xue's voice began to tremble as she spoke:

"He must think I'm being unreasonable, and that I embarrassed myself that day... Miss Yun, I know I said some really hurtful things that day, could you please say a few nice things to him for me?"

"President Qin has indeed been quite busy these past few days, so he probably didn't mean to not reply to you. I'll find an opportunity to bring up what you told me with him, don't worry."

Zhou Xue choked up on the other end of the phone, repeatedly saying "thank you," and before hanging up, she added, "Please don't tell him that I called to beg you."

Yun Muqian hung up the phone, placed it on the table, stared at the screen for a few seconds, and then continued working without any change in expression.

That evening, after finishing his work, Qin Qihan lay down next to Yun Muqian. She wasn't asleep; she turned her head to look at him and spoke casually:

"Zhou Xue called me today."

Qin Qihan stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"She said she was wrong that day, that she misunderstood me." Yun Muqian buried her face in his chest. "Are you really planning to break up with her?"

"You don't need to make this decision for me. Your engagement to Zhou Xue was arranged by your family, right? Wouldn't it be very troublesome if you broke it off?"

She looked up at him, her gaze earnest and clear:

"I'm fine with anything. Whatever decision you make, I'll always be by your side."

She was already certain of Qin Qihan's feelings. All she needed to do now was love him, love him very, very much, and he would firmly choose her.

Qin Qihan remained silent for a moment. Then, his fingers moved slightly in her palm, and he took her hand in his own. "What you just said, was it something she made you say, or something you wanted to say yourself?"

"Of course, that's what I wanted to say."

"My engagement with Zhou Xue was arranged by our families. I never had any feelings for her, and she knew that too."

He looked up at her: "If I'm going to break up, it's because I want to, not because anyone made me do it."

Yun Muqian tilted her head and looked at him: "So you want to break up?"

Qin Qihan didn't answer directly. He pulled her hand to his lips, lowered his head, and gently touched the back of her hand: "If you don't want to, I won't be here tonight."

He was well aware that his decision was probably not the right one in everyone's eyes.

The Qin and Zhou families are old friends, having been close since his grandfather's generation. He and Zhou Xue have known each other since childhood, practically growing up together. Their union seems like a perfect match.

In his memory, Zhou Xue was always a girl who was spoiled by her family. She had everything she wanted since she was a child, and when she got angry, no one could stop her, not even her father.

But she always acted differently in front of Qin Qihan.

During the summer vacation when he was thirteen, his family sent him to learn horseback riding. Zhou Xue, who was two years younger than him, heard from somewhere that he was at the horse farm, and would come over every few days. She wouldn't ride a horse, but would just sit under the sunshade by the field and wait for him.

She either held a book in her hand or nothing at all, just sitting there quietly watching him.

When he dismounted, she would run over, look up at him and ask if he was tired and if he wanted some water. Her voice was soft and gentle, completely different from Zhou Xue, who usually threw tantrums at the nanny at home.

At that time, Qin Qihan didn't have any special feelings for her. He just felt that she was impossible to get rid of, and he got used to it over time.

Sometimes she would bring a violin to the horse farm and play it for him while he rested. She would play very simple tunes, and occasionally she would be out of tune.

Qin Qihan sat beside him, drinking water, listening and looking at the distant horizon, her mind completely blank.

From childhood to adulthood, he seemed to lack the ability to perceive the outside world.

When he turned fourteen, Zhou Xue confessed her feelings to him, but he rejected her.

Zhou Xue burst into tears on the spot. She didn't come to see him for half a month after that, but she came back after half a month, as if nothing had happened.

Qin Qihan always treated her like a younger sister. Later, as they grew up, the adults from both families began to intentionally or unintentionally bring them together.

He asked her to sit next to him during meals and invited her to visit his home for the New Year, subtly hinting at the marriage proposal.

Qin Qihan didn't react much to these arrangements. He'd always been like this since he was a child, lacking a normal perception of the people and things around him. Whether others liked him or disliked him, he didn't really care.

When I reached my twenties, everyone around me started talking about marriage.

Looking at his friends who had arranged marriages, some were doing well, while others were constantly arguing. He had no aspirations for them, nor did he feel any aversion to them.

For him, marriage is a social arrangement, much like signing a contract. As long as both parties are equal in terms of conditions, have balanced interests, and get what they need, they can make a living together.

As for feelings? He never thought he needed them.

Until he met Yun Muqian.

Silly, clingy, and rude, but at the same time, he is hardworking, ambitious, kind, and treats everyone and everything around him very well, at least much more patient than him.

He showed no emotion in front of anyone else, but sometimes he would lose his temper in front of her, and afterwards he would feel guilty and regretful, but she never held it against him.

It was from a certain day that he realized he had changed.

He started to care about what time she got off work, started to remember that she couldn't eat spicy food, and started to feel that the office was not quite right when she occasionally took leave.

He had lived for over twenty years and had never known what it felt like to "miss someone," but those subtle changes clearly told him—

He is thinking about her.

He had never felt this way when he was with Zhou Xue. When Zhou Xue played the violin for him, he only thought the sound was a bit noisy. When Zhou Xue cried and confessed her feelings to him, he felt nothing and even thought it was a bit of a hassle.

But when Yun Muqian ate a bowl of noodles across from him, picking out all the chili oil and putting it on a plate, he could stare at her hands for a long time.

This is the difference.

Qin Qihan lay in the darkness, pulling the person in his arms closer. Yun Muqian was already a little sleepy, her even breathing hitting his collarbone, a small, warm spot.

He was filled with happiness.

He didn't know if his decision was right. Perhaps in everyone's eyes, he was crazy to break off his engagement with the Zhou family for a woman with no background whatsoever.

But it doesn't matter, he will become her background.

He had lived for over twenty years, and for the first time, he felt that the word "right" was no longer important. All he knew was that he wanted this person by his side, he just wanted her by his side.

That's it.