I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

Yun Muqian didn't think he was serious; she just thought it was a casual remark made in the heat of the moment.

The cars were parked under Yun Muqian's house. The matter between the two was not over yet. Two hours later, Qin Qihan finally let her go.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, collar wide open. The alcohol made him less cold and hard than usual, and more relaxed and languid.

He didn't look at her, his tone indifferent:

"After you go back, you won't need to take birth control pills anymore."

Yun Muqian was bending down to straighten her torn skirt when she softly replied, "I know."

"You won't need to eat it anymore," he added.

Yun Muqian gave a soft "Mmm," without arguing or asking any further questions, behaving very obediently.

Qin Qihan finally opened his eyes, his gaze falling on her, from her torn collar to her bare shoulders. The sexiness and tenderness that men love most were embodied in her. He pinched her cheek:

"You didn't ask me why."

Yun Muqian simply said, "I won't ask. I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

During the day she was capable at work, and at night she was a gentle and sweet woman. Qin Qihan felt he was becoming more and more inseparable from her, and he stepped forward to kiss her swollen lips:

"Let's go back."

If she behaves well, he's willing to keep her indefinitely.

Yun Muqian opened the car door, and a night breeze rushed in, making her shiver slightly. She glanced back at him and said, "Goodnight, Mr. Qin."

Qin Qihan did not respond, but simply raised his chin slightly, signaling the driver to start the car.

Yun Muqian stood by the car, her smile gradually fading away. She watched the car disappear completely, her face expressionless, before turning and walking into her own mansion.

The moment the door closed, she immediately pulled out a strip of birth control pills from the drawer, took out two pills, and swallowed them.

If you get pregnant, you should just give birth?

This statement sounds like a blessing, giving a woman the opportunity to gain status through her child, making her believe that she is special.

But someone like Qin Qihan doesn't need marriage to bind a woman.

The reason why rich people keep mistresses and illegitimate children is the same: they are dispensable. They let the women outside have children when they feel like it, and return to their families when they get tired of them. In any case, they are all people without status or identity.

Besides, Qin Qihan is not worth her paying the price of having children for him.

She could sleep with him and indulge all his desires and whims, but there was one thing she wouldn't budge on: this matter concerned her health.

Yun Muqian continued with her normal work, just waiting for Qin Qihan to take her to a charity gala in a few days, where many big shots would gather.

That day, she walked into the president's office carrying a folder and the first thing she saw was the person sitting in the black leather chair.

He looked to be in his late teens or early twenties, still quite childish, wearing a red baseball cap that revealed a pretty face. He was leaning back with his long legs crossed, in a relaxed posture.

Yun Muqian recognized him at a glance.

Zhou Yao —

Zhou Xue's younger brother is two years younger than Yun Muqian and is currently in college. When they were in their senior year of high school, he was in his first year.

Yun Muqian had a very deep memory of him; he had taunted her along with Zhou Xue back in high school.

"Hello." She put down the documents in her hand, looked at the young man sitting in front of her, and smiled calmly and generously: "I am Mr. Qin's secretary. May I ask your name? Is there anything I can help you with?"

Zhou Yao's gaze fell on her face, first sweeping over it casually and indifferently, and then stopped.

"Oh, he's my brother-in-law." He stared at her, unconsciously sitting up a little straighter, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes:

"Are you his secretary? I've never seen you before."

"I haven't been here long, it's normal that you haven't seen me before." Yun Muqian said gently, walking to the coffee table in the office and pouring him a cup of hot tea: "Would you like some tea?"

He took the teacup, his voice clear and bright, before remembering to introduce himself, "My name is Zhou Yao. My sister is getting married to him soon. I don't have anything else to do, but he said I could come over since I'm on vacation."

This is the proper way for a marriage between wealthy families to be conducted. The two are getting married soon, so it's natural for the two families to visit each other more often.

Besides, Qin Qihan is generous and can give him a few cars at will, so he naturally likes to come over and have fun. Everyone in the company also fawns over this young master.

"Good morning, Young Master Zhou. President Qin has gone to a meeting and won't be back for about half an hour. Are you waiting for him here?"

Zhou Yao raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes beneath the thick brows openly scrutinizing him: "Alright."

Zhou Yao is a notorious playboy. He has a handsome face, but he is a troublemaker. He caused a lot of trouble when he was in school.

During high school, he dragged her by the hair from the school building to the playground, poured an entire bottle of cola into her backpack, and hit her on the back of the head with a basketball. When he turned around, he was wearing a red jersey, and a terrifying smile was on his handsome face.

"Ugly monster."

He doesn't recognize himself now because his face bears no resemblance whatsoever to the ugly girl they hated in high school.

"Then please sit down. Call me anytime if you need anything."

Zhou Yao smelled the faint fragrance emanating from her and felt that this woman was not as simple as a secretary:

"How old are you? You look about my age."

"I am twenty-four years old." In order to get rid of her original identity, she lied about her age.

"I'm nineteen, a little younger than you."

He was very interested in her. He asked her where she went to university, when she started working, and even what she had for lunch. She was organizing the documents in her hand and would occasionally respond with a few words.

When she bent over, her pencil skirt outlined the smooth curves between her waist and hips, and the collar of her shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a section of her delicate white collarbone.

She straightened up, turned around, and found that Zhou Yao hadn't moved. He was still in the same spot, turned to the side, his eyes following her every move, from when she bent over to when she straightened up, without missing a single second.

She didn't intentionally seduce anyone, but her very presence was already very attractive.

What's your name?

Zhou Yao asked.

Yun Muqian turned around, her smile flawless:

"Excuse me, this is a company. I need to do my job as a secretary and cannot disclose personal information outside of work."

Zhou Yao was politely but firmly stopped by her, but didn't press the matter. He gave her an "OK" sign with two fingers, crossed his legs, and said:

"Okay, I'll wait here. I can ask you any work-related questions, right?" He looked at her. "What time do you usually get off work?"

Before I could answer, the office door was pushed open.

Qin Qihan walked in, a black suit jacket draped over his forearm, his white shirt collar neatly trimmed, his black hair combed back, and his handsome face expressionless. He had just returned from a meeting.

Yun Muqian went to greet him and took the suit jacket from his arm: "President Qin."

She turned slightly to the side and gestured towards the office, "You have a guest."

Qin Qihan followed her gaze and looked behind her. Zhou Yao sprang up from the sofa, his face brightening under his hat: "Brother-in-law!"

Qin Qihan glanced at him, her tone calm, carrying the concern of an elder for a younger person:

"When did you get back?"

"I arrived this morning, came straight here after the plane landed." Zhou Yao's youthful enthusiasm could be felt even from several steps away. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, bearing a resemblance to Zhou Xue.

"My mom had the chef start preparing the ingredients this afternoon, and my sister told me to take you to the Zhou family's house for dinner early, saying she's made your favorite soup tonight."

Qin Qihan unbuttoned his cufflinks, his gaze calm and detached: "Auntie, you're very kind. What time tonight?"

"Dinner is at seven. My mom said to go early and have a cup of tea first."

"it is good."

"My sister is trying on wedding dresses every day now, she's tried on over a dozen, but she still hasn't decided. Brother-in-law, if you have time, could you go with her to take a look?"

"Okay," Qin Qihan agreed, glancing down at his watch. "Tell your sister I'll be there on time tonight."

Zhou Yao replied with a "Okay" and started walking towards the door. Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye.

Yun Muqian leaned over the coffee table, slightly bending down to pour the cooled tea leaves from the teapot into a small water bowl on the side of the tray. Her low-cut top tightly hugged her curvaceous body, and he stopped in his tracks.

Zhou Yao had seen many beautiful women: internet celebrity faces, innocent types, and sexy types. They varied in size and shape, each with their own unique beauty. He was always the one being pursued, and he found it uninteresting to even glance at them.

But Yun Muqian is different.

She's the kind of woman you can't forget at first glance; she has a hot face and figure, but a cool and aloof demeanor, with a subtle chill in her eyes—

The simultaneous presence of these two diametrically opposed traits in one person makes them unforgettable.

Suddenly, she straightened up and looked directly at him, their eyes meeting.

She smiled gently at him, as if greeting him, or as if saying "take care," but there was something more to that smile—Zhou Yao couldn't quite put his finger on it, like a feather brushing against his chest and then drifting away.

His heart skipped a beat.

How could I be so interested in a woman I've only met once?