I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Yun Muqian knew that it didn't matter much whether she left or not.

But she did it on purpose, to see how Qin Qihan would react.

She responded, walked back to her seat, placed her laptop on the table, and sat down.

Zhou Xue's gaze lingered on her beautiful face for a moment, then shifted back to Qin Qihan, her smile gentle:

"Qihan, what dishes should we order?"

Zhou Xue sat down next to him, her voice soft and slightly coquettish, "I didn't eat anything on the way here, I'm so hungry."

Qin Qihan gestured with his chin to the waiter to bring the menu: "Look for yourself."

Zhou Xue took the menu, flipped it open, glanced at it, and then turned to look at Qin Qihan:

"I remember you don't like fish, so let's skip this steamed sea bass and get some braised pork ribs instead, the kind you ate a lot of at my house last time."

She spoke with such natural intimacy that everyone present smiled knowingly. Someone chuckled and said, "Sister-in-law is truly devoted to Brother Qin."

Zhou Xue smiled, not denying it, but gently touched Qin Qihan's arm, looking at him with eyes full of adoration.

Qin Qihan comes from a very good family and is also a capable businessman. Being rich and handsome is his least significant advantage. Even though he is aloof and notoriously cold-hearted, Zhou Xue is determined to win him over.

Therefore, Yun Muqian must ruin their relationship; only in this way can she vent her anger.

The waiters began serving the dishes, and one exquisite dish after another was placed on the table.

Zhou Xue picked up her chopsticks and put some food into Qin Qihan's bowl: "You didn't eat anything before drinking tonight, did you? Have something to eat first, otherwise your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Qin Qihan looked down at his phone, took a small sip of wine, and didn't touch his chopsticks.

Zhou Xue didn't mind, and placed another piece of stir-fried vegetables next to his bowl, her voice tinged with reproach: "Don't just drink alcohol, you need to eat vegetables too."

Everyone present saw it.

Including Yun Muqian.

She was very quiet. Whenever the people at the table started discussing business, she would quietly type on the keyboard to take notes. When there was no business discussion, she would just stare at the computer screen and had little presence.

Zhou Xue kept talking, and Qin Qihan finally picked up her chopsticks. Her eyes curved slightly, as if she had received some great recognition.

Although Yun Muqian didn't glance around, she knew everything.

In a fleeting glance, she noticed Zhou Xue's gaze fixed on Qin Qihan, as if she wanted to see him into her eyes and etch him into her bones.

Zhou Xue likes Qin Qihan.

A genuine, heartfelt liking, imbued with possessiveness and obsession.

Where is Qin Qihan?

He drank his wine expressionlessly, occasionally responding to a friend's words, and occasionally glancing up at her.

In his eyes, she was probably just a "fiancée," an identity, a tool needed by his family, rather than a living, breathing woman.

That's how men in the upper class are.

Yun Muqian only needs to make him feel novel.

Her left foot slipped out of her high heel, her toes touching the soft carpet, and then slowly and silently stretched forward.

She stretched her foot forward, across the gap between the chair legs, and her toes gently touched a warm texture.

It was Qin Qihan's calf.

Through the thin layer of fine wool fabric of his trousers, her toes slowly moved up along the inside of his calf, and she could feel his temperature rising.

Qin Qihan showed no reaction, dressed in a suit and tie, his expression calm.

But his body was far more honest than his expression—his body remembered her and responded genuinely to every touch she made.

He controlled it so well that his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

With his indulgence, she kept her feet pressed against his legs. Every time he talked to Zhou Xue, she would press harder against his calf muscles, making him look at her.

It was as if he was unhappy that he was talking to Zhou Xue.

Whenever he glanced at her, she would meet his gaze without flinching, her eyes innocent.

The dinner party ended at around 11 p.m.

One by one, the people in the private room got up. Some staggered out, leaning against the wall. Qin Qihan also seemed to have drunk too much. One button on his collar was undone, revealing a small patch of fair skin below his Adam's apple.

Zhou Xue stood beside him, one hand gently resting on his shoulder, the other holding his coat:

"Qihan, shall we go home? The driver is waiting downstairs."

He tilted his head back, loosened his tie, and said in a steady voice, "No, I have a meeting early tomorrow morning, and I need to live closer to the company."

Zhou Xue was completely obedient to him. When they arrived at the restaurant, she personally watched Qin Qihan get into the car and even thoughtfully took his coat, saying she would iron it for him.

"By the way, Miss Secretary, your surname is Yun, right?" After Qin Qihan's car drove away, Zhou Xue turned to look at her, her voice becoming calm and polite:

"How are you getting back? Do you want the driver to take you first?"

Yun Muqian looked up: "Thank you, Miss Zhou, but no need. I drove here myself."

Zhou Xue ignored her. She stood there and politely watched Zhou Xue get into the car before turning around and walking towards the parking lot.

But I had only taken a couple of steps when my phone suddenly rang.

It's Qin Qihan's number.

She answered the phone, but before she could speak, the other person spoke first, their voice low and slightly hoarse from alcohol: "Stay where you are, my driver will come to pick you up."

The phone hangs up.

Yun Muqian obediently stood still, the night wind swirling around her skirt. A few minutes later, a black Bentley returned and stopped in front of her.

The back door opened, and a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist.

The hand was hot and had an undeniable force, pulling her towards it. She stumbled, her high heels clicking on the ground, before being dragged into the car.

Qin Qihan's face was inches away, and his burning lips kissed her, carrying the mixed taste of red wine and tobacco. His tongue pried open her lips and teeth with an undeniable domineering force.

Yun Muqian did not resist.

She raised her hands and wrapped them around his neck, her fingertips running through his hair, tightening her grip slightly. Qin Qihan's kiss moved away from her lips, tracing a path down her jawline:

"What were you doing in the private room just now?" His lips brushed against the skin of her neck, his voice low and husky, each word carrying a burning heat, "Was it on purpose?"

"I don't want to see you talking to other women." She pouted, looking aggrieved, and gently kissed his thin lips. "Don't be mean to me."

He whispered, "You're not well-behaved at all."

Yun Muqian turned her head, her lips brushing against his earlobe, her voice soft: "So, do you like it, husband?"

He seemed to be touched by those words. She was suddenly pressed down onto the leather seat, her body sinking slightly into the soft cushion. He held her waist, trapping her in a small space with nowhere to escape.

In the heat of passion, she gently patted his arm: "Use a condom, Mr. Qin. I didn't bring any birth control pills today."

Unexpectedly, he didn't stop. Instead, he tore open the tight-fitting dress that clung to her curves and whispered in her ear:

"If you get pregnant, just give birth."

She was stunned.

He wants to give her a child; is he serious now?