I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Yun Muqian has been very clingy these past few days because there is a charity banquet in a few days, and she hopes that Qin Qihan can bring her along.

This banquet was ostensibly a charity gala, but it was a gathering of bigwigs. She wanted to develop her own business in the future, and besides start-up capital, she also needed connections.

Moreover, if she gets to know a few more big shots, she won't have to worry about finding someone else after she parts ways with Qin Qihan.

That day, Yun Muqian was lying alone in the beauty salon, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation when her phone suddenly vibrated on the tray next to her.

She glanced at the screen.

She is Qin Qihan's assistant.

She cursed inwardly, reached for her phone, and swiped to answer the call.

"Ms. Yun," the assistant's voice was as polite as ever, "President Qin is currently having dinner with friends, and he wants you to go and have drinks with him."

Yun Muqian frowned slightly, but her voice didn't betray any displeasure. She smiled and said:

"I'll be right there."

The fact that she was called "her" even in informal settings shows that she has already become a part of Qin Qihan's life.

She tidied herself up and knew that Qin Qihan was eating at the Kempinski Hotel. In the past, she would go with him when he had business engagements, but today was different; he was having dinner with friends.

Qin Qihan's friends—she could imagine what they were like: young masters from Beijing's elite circles, whose families were either in real estate or finance. She was somewhat looking forward to it, hoping to meet more people.

She put on a bright and beautiful makeup, and after about twenty minutes of driving, she arrived at the Kempinski Hotel.

The lobby was magnificent and only those of high status or those who had been invited were allowed to enter.

A top beauty like Yun Muqian was decked out in luxury goods and designer brands from head to toe. The waiter didn't suspect her identity and personally led her upstairs.

There were about ten people in the private room. Qin Qihan sat in the main seat. The room was full of men, ranging in age from their twenties to their forties. They were all well-dressed and had an extraordinary air about them.

"President Qin."

As soon as the door opened, everyone's eyes fell on Yun Muqian standing in the doorway.

She was wearing a black low-cut bodycon dress and high heels, with long, wavy hair cascading over her shoulders; she was so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

"Hello everyone," she said with a smile. "I'm Mr. Qin's secretary. Mr. Qin has a video conference to attend tonight and can't drink too much, so I'm here to help him out."

The atmosphere in the private room became lively after Yun Muqian entered.

She was outgoing, a good drinker and talker, and beautiful. When Qin Qihan called her over, she attracted many envious glances. He acted superior, making her toast everyone.

Isn't this the kind of scene that rich people keep as a mistress?

Yun Muqian was a heavy drinker. After toasting everyone at the banquet, her face flushed slightly. Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but it made her exquisitely made-up face look indescribably beautiful.

She smiled, raised her glass, and her gaze fell on her next target—

But her smile suddenly froze.

It was a face she thought she would never see again in her life.

A man sat quietly, not dressed in a suit and tie like the others, but wearing only a thin dark gray sweater. His features were soft and handsome, giving him a peaceful and warm look, like sunshine.

Chi Qiusheng.

These three words were like a needle, thin and sharp, piercing her heart unexpectedly.

She was stunned.

She had a crush on someone for three whole years during high school.

She can forget everything from the past, but she can never forget Chi Qiusheng.

The wine glass slipped from her fingers, spilling red wine that splashed onto the carpet, spreading a glaring dark red. Some of the wine also got on her clothes, and the private room fell silent instantly.

Qin Qihan frowned slightly. "What's going on?"

Yun Muqian moved her lips, experiencing speechlessness for the first time since her plastic surgery and rebirth:

"I... am not feeling well."

She turned around and ran out of the private room.

Her high heels clattered on the carpet as she quickened her pace and ran into the restroom at the end of the corridor.

Chi Qiusheng.

How did she end up meeting Chi Qiusheng here?

Back in her second year of high school, sixteen-year-old Yun Muqian wasn't like this at all. She was incredibly plain, drab, and unremarkable, with no friends in her class.

Chi Qiusheng is also a young master from a wealthy family, but he is different from everyone else; he is always gentle and mild-mannered.

When she was being bullied by a boy from the next class at the stairwell, it was Chi Qiusheng who removed the boy's hand from her shoulder and said calmly:

"She doesn't want to talk to you."

A simple sentence, yet it influenced her entire youth.

He always helped her, taught her how to do the problems she couldn't solve, and even helped her erase the blackboard. She used to be shy and timid, and only dared to secretly watch him from a place where he couldn't see her. He was so good to her, and she had been dreaming about him for the past few years.

They thought they would never meet again.

Yun Muqian didn't show much emotion when she met her enemy, but when she met someone who had been kind to her, she burst into tears, covered her mouth, and cried so miserably for the first time.

But she knew that the reunion was a good thing.

A reunion means being able to catch up, to say "long time no see," and to ask each other with a smile how things have been all these years.

But she was still very sad.

She was treated like a plaything among a group of wealthy and famous people, and met the person she once loved most when she was at her lowest point.

Moreover, even though she's changed like this, Chi Qiusheng still looks at her with the same eyes as he did in high school. He's the best.