I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Qin Qihan treated her very well, but she didn't appreciate it.

On the one hand, she really didn't have the mind to think about these romantic relationships; focusing on her business was the most important thing.

That day, Yun Muqian was nestled on the sofa looking at a document sent by her agent when her phone screen lit up. She glanced at the caller ID—"Li Ming," Qin Qihan's assistant who had been with him for many years.

She hesitated for two seconds, but answered anyway.

"Ms. Yun," the assistant's voice came through the receiver, "there's a dinner party here, Friday night. Everyone's going to be there, they're all from the business world. Would you be interested in joining us?"

"Why did you suddenly think of calling me?"

"President Qin mentioned that you've been expanding your network lately," the assistant said, his tone perfectly measured. "He thinks you might be interested in this kind of event. It'll depart Friday afternoon and return Sunday evening, so it won't interfere with your Monday plans."

Yun Muqian quickly reviewed her schedule in her mind. She had no plans for Friday, and she could visit Zhou Xue in a couple of days. She smiled slightly, "Okay, I'll go. Send me the specific time."

After hanging up the phone, she stared at the black screen, a flicker of doubt crossing her mind, but she quickly suppressed it.

Qin Qihan was trying to please her, and it was only natural for his assistant to do the same.

On Friday afternoon, she put on a delicate makeup, rummaged through her wardrobe, picked out a dress, compared it to herself in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.

She appeared at the entrance to the airport's private VIP passage carrying a small suitcase.

Her assistant was already waiting for her. Upon seeing her from afar, the assistant nodded and said, "Ms. Yun, this way please."

He took her suitcase, led her through the security checkpoint, down a long corridor covered with gray carpet, and finally stopped in front of the stairs of a white private jet.

As Yun Muqian climbed the gangway, she was still thinking about who she would meet.

However, she paused for a moment as she stepped into the cabin—the entire cabin was empty, with no one else except Qin Qihan sitting in the single seat by the window.

He was wearing a dark blue casual suit jacket over a black turtleneck sweater, holding a cup of coffee, and looking down at a tablet screen.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his gaze falling on her. She glanced around the empty cabin to make sure no one else was there, then turned to look at him, her voice calm and unreadable.

Where are the others?

Qin Qihan leaned back, his posture relaxed and composed: "Who is it?"

"Your assistant said there's a dinner party." Yun Muqian stood still, not moving inside. "Didn't you say many investors would be coming? Why are you alone? What are you up to?"

"You're my secretary," Qin Qihan said casually, "isn't it normal for you to come with me on business trips?"

He knew her too well. If he offered her money and a bag, she might not come, but if he said it was related to improving herself, she would definitely come.

"And I'll definitely keep my promises. I'll introduce you to everyone I'm supposed to meet," Qin Qihan said. "And I can even go skiing and to hot springs with you. If you want to meet anyone, I'll make the arrangements for you."

Before she could refuse, the cabin door was slammed shut, the roar of the engines came from under the fuselage, vibrating the armrests of the seats, and the ground outside the window began to move backward.

Yun Muqian had no choice but to sit down.

Qin Qihan really had to go to work, but he was worried that she would be restless if she was alone, so he still wanted to bring her along.

In response to his concern and concern, she simply said in a flat tone, "If you lie to me and keep me by your side when we get there, I'll throw coffee in your face."

Qin Qihan's voice held an undisguised amusement: "Okay, I promise I won't lie to you."