I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

She took out her phone, and Qin Qihan sent her a message.

[Mr. Qin, I wasn't feeling well just now, I'll be right back.]

She desperately wanted to leave, but she couldn't.

Having finally managed to attend such a high-society gathering, she wouldn't back out at the last minute.

After Yun Muqian finished touching up her makeup, Qin Qihan still didn't reply to her.

She didn't know if he hadn't seen it, or if he had seen it but didn't want to reply, or if he was surrounded by his friends drinking and simply couldn't look at his phone.

It doesn't matter anymore.

She picked up her bag, pushed open the bathroom door, and intended to return to the private room.

The corridor was long, the lighting was warm yellow, and famous paintings hung on the walls on both sides, giving it an old-fashioned and sophisticated feel. Suddenly, the door to the private room opened, and she almost bumped into Chi Qiusheng.

A refreshing scent wafted in. He casually closed the door and asked softly:

"How are you?"

The voice was clear and melodious; it was the voice Yun Muqian had longed for day and night. After a long pause, she finally replied:

"I am fine."

Her voice was much calmer than she had expected.

They were complete strangers; she was a woman working as a hostess at a drinking party, but his gaze towards her was calm and showed no sign of anything amiss.

Just like many years ago, he gently helped her pick up her schoolbag and pens that someone had thrown on the ground, without asking any questions.

He has always been this kind of person.

Quiet, gentle, never asks many questions, and never embarrasses others.

Yun Muqian suddenly remembered that afternoon many years ago. She walked behind him through a long corridor, the afternoon sun shining obliquely through the corridor windows, gilding his back with a layer of gold.

At that time, she thought, how could there be such a good person in the world?

She mustered her courage and glanced at him. He was still as handsome and gentle as ever. She couldn't help but ask:

Are you leaving?

Chi Qiusheng glanced down at the suit jacket on his arm, then smiled:

"Yes, it's a get-together with friends, but I don't really like these kinds of occasions."

"Me too," she said.

When she uttered those three words, there was a strange, long-lost honesty about them.

She never tells the truth to anyone, never reveals her true thoughts, but in front of this person, she seems to turn back into the clumsy, incapable-of-lying sixteen-year-old Jiang Xiaohua.

Chi Qiusheng looked at her and then asked, "Where are you going? I can take you."

Yun Muqian shook her head.

"Thank you," she said softly, "I'll go home by myself later."

"Okay." Chi Qiusheng nodded, his voice still gentle. "Then be careful on your way."

He took something out of the inside pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to her: a pack of tissues. "Oh, by the way, you have some red wine on your clothes. You can wipe it off."

The white packaging was very simple. When she opened it, a very faint fragrance wafted out. She took it and thanked him a few times.

She returned to the private room, and the moment the door opened, warm yellow light and cigar smoke poured out like a tide.

"Excuse me, everyone, I felt a little dizzy just now, so I went to the restroom to catch my breath." She said, naturally walking back to her seat next to Qin Qihan, picking up the half-cooled glass of red wine on the table, and raising it to everyone present.

"I'll punish myself with a drink."

After saying that, he tilted his head back and finished drinking.

The atmosphere in the private room became lively again.

"Great drinking capacity!" someone started to urge. "Have a few more drinks with us."

Qin Qihan remained silent, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with a hint of inquiry. He knew Yun Muqian was a shrewd woman, but he hadn't expected her to be so strong.

She looked very uncomfortable when she left the private room, but now she looks normal again and is forcing herself to come back and offer a toast.

All of this was to avoid disappointing him.

She works hard, and she's passionate in bed too. She's gone to such lengths for him; I wonder what else she wants from him besides his money...

The men continued drinking, and when they talked about projects they wanted to collaborate on in the future, she even took out her laptop and helped them write down the contract details.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door of the private room, and a soft, sweet voice came from the doorway:

"Qihan, are you still drinking?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the doorway at the same time.

Zhou Xue.

She was wearing a light blue dress with a white cashmere shawl draped over her shoulders. Everyone present knew who Zhou Xue was—Qin Qihan's fiancée and the heiress of the Zhou Group.

Everyone stood up and called her "sister-in-law," but Qin Qihan remained seated, her expression indifferent.

Zhou Xue greeted everyone politely, her gaze sweeping around the private room before settling on Yun Muqian.

In that instant, the smile in her eyes didn't change: "The secretary is here too?"

"Yes," Yun Muqian replied, "President Qin had dinner with friends and they talked about some work-related matters, so I helped take notes."

"Qihan." Zhou Xue walked to Qin Qihan's side and took his arm. "No matter how busy you are with work, you must remember to rest. Let's not talk about work at the dinner party, and let your secretary get some rest too."

Presumably, there must be an acquaintance of Zhou Xue at the dinner party. When Qin Qihan didn't reply to Zhou Xue's message, Zhou Xue asked what they were doing, and the acquaintance tipped them off.

A beautiful woman accompanied President Qin to dinner, so Zhou Xue naturally had to come and see her herself.

However, Yun Muqian was just a secretary, there only to conduct official business, toast everyone, and take notes. Moreover, she didn't show any intimacy with Qin Qihan throughout the entire event, and even acquaintances wouldn't have noticed anything amiss.

She nestled on Qin Qihan's shoulder, gazing at Yun Muqian: "The secretary is really dedicated. It's so late, yet she's always there whenever I call. She's really working hard."

"Ms. Zhou, you flatter me. This is my job."

"Have you eaten yet?" Zhou Xue asked with concern. "Would you like to get an extra pair of chopsticks to eat with us?"

"Thank you, I've already eaten." Yun Muqian glanced at her watch. "It's about time I left anyway; I need to go back and organize my notes for tonight. I won't disturb you any longer."

After saying this, she turned around, packed up her laptop and handbag, and smiled and nodded to everyone present to say goodbye.

But as she turned to leave, a deep voice suddenly rang out:

"sit down."

Two words: There is no room for negotiation.

Qin Qihan said in a low voice, "We still need to continue discussing business later, so let's stay here."