I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Since we added each other's contact information, Chi Qiusheng has been sending messages very frequently.

Every morning around 7:30, her phone would light up and a message would pop up on the screen saying, "Good morning, it's colder today, wear more clothes." She would also try to invite her to dinner.

Yun Muqian's reply was simple, polite, courteous, and clearly defined.

It wasn't that she didn't want to see Chi Qiusheng, but rather that she was too disoriented; the photo that had fallen out of her notebook had thrown her completely off balance.

So he asked her out to dinner, but she politely declined. He said he wanted to talk to her, but she just said she was very busy with work lately. Chi Qiusheng didn't press the matter further, but he would always add "Then when it's convenient for you" at the end of each message.

His gentleness made her feel a little guilty.

But she wouldn't refuse an offer from an outstanding man. She's young and beautiful, and every time she attends a high-profile event, quite a few men express interest in her.

But she chose Shen Xubai.

She met Shen Xubai at an auction. At first glance, she could tell he was around thirty-five years old. He was wearing a dark gray bespoke suit, understated yet sophisticated, exuding a sense of composure and relaxation.

At that moment, she could tell at a glance that he was of extraordinary status and wealth, so she deliberately bid against him for the same exhibit to attract his attention.

Of course, he won the auction for a very beautiful landscape painting.

But after the auction, he very gentlemanly gave the auction house to her, and she seized the opportunity to ask for his contact information.

The two became acquainted after a few interactions.

She made no attempt to hide her ambition, stating directly that she thought he was very capable and wanted to get to know him better.

Shen Xubai was willing to help her, and she didn't ask why. Because a beautiful and young woman is a resource in itself. He gave her a car and luxury goods, and she took the time to have dinner with him.

Initially, the two were just friends.

However, she realized that Qin Qihan was a chauvinist and always wanted her to belong to him alone, but Shen Xubai was different; he was willing to support her.

She would accompany him to cocktail parties, banquets, and private gatherings, and Shen Xubai would always take the initiative to introduce her to the people present: "This is Miss Yun, a friend of mine, a very thoughtful young woman."

He taught her how to naturally initiate a conversation in a crowd, how to quickly make someone you've just met remember you, and how to get the other person to offer you what you want without revealing your intentions.

Yun Muqian knew he hadn't taught her for nothing. After so many years in the world of fame and fortune, she had long understood one thing—no one is kind to you for no reason.

He helped her, and naturally he expected something in return.

But Shen Xubai remained very restrained. They maintained a distance that was neither too close nor too distant, never asking about her private affairs, nor showing any inappropriate enthusiasm in front of her.

It's like someone extending their hand to you, but whether you shake it or not is entirely up to you.

For this occasion, Yun Muqian specially wore a champagne-colored satin dress, his favorite color. She styled her hair up, and two small pearls dangled from her earlobes, making her look much softer.

Shen Xubai watched her walk through the crowd, greet a few familiar faces, and then she walked into the corridor on the side of the banquet hall with a glass of white wine.

There were fewer people there, the lights weren't as bright, and it was so quiet you could hear the echo of your own high heels on the floor.

She leaned against the wall and took a couple of sips of her drink. As the cool liquid slid down her throat, she heard footsteps.

Shen Xubai walked over from the other end of the corridor.

"What's wrong?" he asked with concern.

She reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, tilted her head back, and kissed his lips.

Shen Xubai's body tensed for a moment. But he didn't push her away. His hands quickly wrapped around her waist, pulling her slightly towards him, then he lowered his head and returned her kiss.

The kiss was passionate, his hand pressed against her lower back, his fingertips slightly digging in. The corridor was quiet, and the noise from the banquet hall in the distance was barely audible.

After what seemed like an eternity, she released him first, took a half-step back, and looked up at him: "I want to date you."

She was answering his earlier question, "What's wrong with you?"

"Seriously?"

Yun Muqian looked up at him, her lips still slightly red from the kiss, her gaze meeting his frankly: "Do I look like I'm joking?"

"You're quite direct."

"I don't need to beat around the bush with you," she said, gazing at him. "You're not the kind of person who likes to play guessing games, and neither am I."

That evening, the two appeared in a luxury hotel suite. She took off her clothes and draped them over the armrest of the sofa. When she turned around, Shen Xubai was already standing naked in front of her, with well-defined abs, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist.

He reached out, his fingertips hooking the ribbon of her dress on her shoulder, gently pulling it down, then leaned down and kissed her.

He led her toward the bathroom, where the air was thick with steam. He turned on the shower, and hot water poured down from above, wetting her hair and face.

The steam in the bathroom grew thicker and thicker, leaving only the sensation of touch and temperature as real.

The next morning, Yun Muqian woke up in her spacious bed.

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the French windows. She turned her head to look at the person beside her. Shen Xubai was still asleep, breathing steadily, with one hand resting on the blanket beside her waist.

She never felt like she was at a disadvantage in this kind of situation. Shen Xubai was also a handsome man, so even if it was an exchange of benefits between the two of them, she still benefited.

Without waking him, she quietly got out of bed, picked up her clothes scattered on the floor, put them on, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Afterwards, Shen Xubai also woke up, and neither of them mentioned the words "I want to date you" from the previous night.

No need to mention it.

Some things are better left unsaid; everything that happened last night has already made the answer crystal clear.

Their relationship skipped all the testing and ambiguity overnight and went straight into a more transparent and open phase.

Shen Xubai took a sip of coffee, looked at her and said:

"There's a closed-door investment networking party next week, I'll take you there."

"good."

After she finished breakfast, she asked Shen Xubai to have the driver take her home. As she entered the house, she was still thinking—Qin Qihan should be at the company. She could take a shower, change her clothes, and then go to work as usual.

But when the door opened, she paused for a moment.

The living room lights were on, and Qin Qihan was sitting on the sofa with three or four cigarette butts piled up in the ashtray on the coffee table.

He looked up at her, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, and Yun Muqian thought he was about to get angry.

But Qin Qihan simply stood up, his voice a little hoarse: "You're back?"

Yun Muqian stood at the door, still wearing her shoes, looking at him, unable to say a word.

Qin Qihan walked over and stopped in front of her. She thought he would ask, "Where have you been?" But he just looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke:

Are you hungry?