I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

After it was over, the living room was quiet for a while.

He propped himself up, picked her up in his arms, and carried her into the bedroom.

The bed in the bedroom was much softer than the sofa. Yun Muqian sank into the blankets, feeling so sore and unwilling to move. Qin Qihan stood by the bed, unbuttoned his shirt, and threw the crumpled fabric onto the chair, revealing his lean upper body.

His shoulder blades were spread out in the dim light, and several faint red marks extended from his waist to his back, the marks left by her fingernails.

He bent down, picked her up, and carried her to the bathroom. Yun Muqian groggily opened her eyes, her voice muffled and hoarse from the act: "Take a shower... I want to take a shower..."

"I'll take you to wash." His voice was calm, but his arms around her were tight, as if he was afraid she would disappear if he let go.

He turned on the bathroom light, and the warm yellow light poured down, causing Yun Muqian to squint. It took her a few seconds to adjust before she opened her eyes again. She was placed in the bathtub, her back pressed against the warm ceramic wall. Hot water fell from the showerhead, hitting her shoulders and running down her skin.

Qin Qihan squatted down in front of her, half-kneeling on the edge of the bathtub, carefully avoiding her face with the hand holding the showerhead.

His other hand slid down her arm, his fingertips brushing against the inside of her wrist, forearm, elbow, and shoulder, then down her waistline, truly serving her as she bathed.

Even though he hated her terribly, he always wanted to be good to her, subconsciously trying to be kind to her.

Yun Muqian felt a little ticklish from his touch and turned her head away slightly. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and looked at him squatting on the edge of the bathtub, carefully examining every inch of her skin. Her voice was husky as she asked, "What are you checking?"

Qin Qihan's hands didn't stop: "Checking if you've cheated on me."

See if anyone else has left marks on her.

"Qin Qihan, I don't remember us ever dating."

Qin Qihan stopped, revealing an expression as if he had been stabbed in the back.

"What did you say?"

"We've never dated. Your relationship with Zhou Xue, which everyone knows about, is what you call dating. You've never confessed to me; you just suddenly said one day that I was your girlfriend."

"Now I'll say it. Yun Muqian, I like you, the kind of liking that makes me want to marry you. Do you hear me?"

Yun Muqian sighed softly, "Can I refuse?"

Qin Qihan pointed the showerhead back at her shoulder, his voice hard as he forced it out from his throat: "No."

Yun Muqian didn't say anything more. She leaned against the bathtub wall and closed her eyes. Qin Qihan squatted beside her and silently helped her finish the bath. He turned off the water, took a towel, wrapped her up, and carried her back to bed. Every movement was filled with careful and thoughtful care.

He dimmed the lights in the bedroom, leaving only a small nightlight by the bedside. Yun Muqian, wrapped in a bath towel, lay down in the quilt, her hair still wet. Qin Qihan pulled out a dry towel from somewhere and sat on the edge of the bed, drying her disheveled hair strand by strand.

Afterwards, Qin Qihan found a hairdryer to dry her hair. Once her hair was dry, he threw a towel at the foot of the bed and lay down as well.

The mattress sank slightly under his weight, and his arm reached out from under the blanket, naturally resting on her waist, his palm against her skin, without moving.

The bedroom quieted down, with only the soft breathing of the two people mingling. Yun Muqian was almost asleep, her consciousness already teetering on the edge of a half-dream, half-awake state.

But the person next to me kept breathing unevenly, tossing and turning.

With her eyes closed, she mumbled sleepily, "What's wrong with you?"

Qin Qihan's hand on her waist moved slightly: "That day... the man who sat with you at the banquet."

Oh, Shen Xubai.

Qin Qihan continued, her voice barely concealing the turmoil she was trying so hard to suppress: "What's your relationship with him?"

He held his breath after asking the question, and then he regretted asking it.

Then Yun Muqian spoke, her voice muffled, as if rising from the edge of a dream: "Didn't you say you wouldn't ask anymore?"

Qin Qihan's hand tightened around her waist: "I've changed my mind. I want to know."

"Are you two together?" he asked.

He did witness Yun Muqian kissing him, but he thought that might not necessarily mean they were together. It was possible that she was just trying to make him jealous.

Yun Muqian turned over, her back to him, and her voice drifted over indistinctly: "No."

Qin Qihan finally exhaled the breath he had been holding.

He thought he would fly into a rage, roll over and pin her down to demand an explanation, or use the most brutal method he had just used to take her again to confirm who she belonged to. But he felt so happy. She wasn't with anyone else, and he was sure she had him in her heart.

"When he kissed you, did you push him away?" he asked.

The bedroom remained quiet for a long time.

Yun Muqian didn't turn around. Her voice came muffledly from the pillow, revealing no emotion: "Qin Qihan, why are you asking so many questions? Tomorrow at dawn you'll be gone, and we'll be from two different worlds again."

Upon hearing this, Qin Qihan tightened his grip on her arm: "Who said I was leaving?"

Yun Muqian didn't move in his arms: "Aren't you working?"

Qin Qihan buried his face in the hair at the back of her neck, his voice stubborn to the point of obsession: "I'm not going anywhere. You can kick me out, but I won't leave."

"Qin Qihan, how did you become like this?" She straightened up, a headache throbbing in her eyes. "I remember you weren't like this before, why have you changed?"

He said, "I know I haven't been good enough to you before."

"It's not a matter of good or bad." Yun Muqian thought for a moment, "Don't you think you're a bit too love-struck right now?"

Qin Qihan had no idea what it meant to be love-struck.

All he knew was that Yun Muqian was good to him, and he was very happy when he was with her. Apart from her, he didn't want to know anyone else or associate with anyone else.

She was out of options.

Does she really have to tell him directly that she doesn't love him and that she only wants his money?

But if she actually said that, he would be happy instead.

Because this way, she can stay with us.