I'm sorry, but your fiancé loves me.

As the office door closed and she was about to turn around, a strong hand grabbed her waist.

His palm pressed against her waistline, its temperature astonishing. She was pulled back by that force, falling into a warm embrace, her back pressed against a hard and broad chest.

Yun Muqian pressed her face against the front of his shirt, smelling the crisp, fir scent emanating from him. Before she could even speak, he kissed her with his burning lips.

He held her waist, lifted her off the ground, and walked her to the desk, then sat down and placed her steadily on his lap.

Yun Muqian naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, put her arms behind his shoulders, interlocked her fingers, and leaned into his embrace.

Her voice was soft and sweet: "Have you missed me?"

He wouldn't answer that question, but his eagerness to kiss her lips again showed that he really wanted to.

Yun Muqian tightened her arms around his neck and turned her head away from his kiss:

When you're busy, do you ever think of me absentmindedly?

Qin Qihan's breathing quickened for a moment. He neither denied nor admitted it. Just then, the screen of Qin Qihan's phone on the table suddenly lit up.

Buzz—buzz—

Yun Muqian turned her head to look at the desk. A caller ID popped up in the center of her phone screen—the contact name had only two words:

Zhou Xue.

Qin Qihan saw it too, his lips left her neck, his gaze fell on the constantly vibrating phone, and then he reached out to take it.

Yun Muqian pressed her hand against the back of his hand.

Her palm covered the back of his hand, her fingers slender and soft, gently and with a touch of coquettishness, she pressed down on his movements.

She looked up, a thin layer of pink tinge at the corners of her eyes, her voice so sweet it could melt your heart:

"Can't you spend some time with me?"

She was testing Qin Qihan—to see just how far this man's indulgence of her had gone.

Qin Qihan looked down at her, his expression calm, and said in a low voice:

"Get down."

Yun Muqian released his hand, slid off his lap, and stood upright with her feet on the ground.

Qin Qihan picked up her phone, swiped to answer, and held the phone to her ear, her voice steady:

"What's wrong?"

Zhou Xue's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Qihan, are you busy?"

"Not busy." Qin Qihan leaned back in his chair. "Is there something you need?"

"It's nothing serious, Yaoyao just went to your place this afternoon. I hope he didn't cause you any trouble?" Zhou Xue's voice was tinged with laughter.

"I told him to go keep my brother-in-law company, but when I called him just now, he'd already gone to hang out with friends. That kid's mischievous; I hope he didn't cause you any trouble."

"No," Qin Qihan said.

Zhou Xue chuckled softly on the other end of the phone: "Our two families should have dinner tonight. Don't always be so busy with work; you should spend more time with me."

Qin Qihan replied, "Okay."

Zhou Xue said a few more words over there, with the natural intimacy and clinginess of a fiancée. Qin Qihan listened, occasionally humming in agreement, his tone steady.

After the call ended, the office was quiet for a few seconds.

Qin Qihan put his phone back on the table, not looking at Yun Muqian, but instead looking down and turning the ring on his ring finger—it was his engagement ring with Zhou Xue.

Yun Muqian stood beside the desk, the temperature in the air gradually decreasing.

"Come here," he said.

Yun Muqian sat back on his lap, but this time she didn't wrap her arms around his neck; she just sat there.

Qin Qihan looked down at her.

Her eyelashes drooped, and her posture was so obedient that there was nothing wrong with it; she was actually being well-behaved now.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. "Did you do the right thing just now?"

His voice carried an undeniable pressure, and she didn't look up: "No."

Something's not right.

"I shouldn't have stopped you from answering Miss Zhou's call," she said. "I shouldn't have interfered in your affairs. I won't do it again."

He gripped her waist and pulled her body into his arms. She felt a sudden dizziness as her back slammed against the cold, solid wood tabletop.

The folders and pens on the table were swept to the floor with a clattering sound. Her long hair was spread out on the dark tabletop. Qin Qihan leaned down, his hands supporting him on either side of her body.

"I don't need to remind you what our relationship is."

"No need." Yun Muqian stared at him. "I'm the other woman, you don't need to remind me. I was wrong in this matter, and I don't deserve to take up your time."

The sentence sounded like an apology, but to his ears it sounded like a sarcastic remark.

His lips descended with an almost punishing force, his tongue prying open her lips and teeth, biting her lip once. Yun Muqian gasped in pain, but did not push him away.

Qin Qihan paused for a moment. She didn't hug him as usual, nor did she move closer to him as before. She just passively accepted it, obeyed, and didn't resist, but she didn't take any initiative either.

"Hands," he whispered, his lips brushing against her collarbone, his voice muffled and commanding, "Hold me."

Yun Muqian wrapped her arms around his neck, obediently, but that was all there was to it; the passion of the past was gone.

Qin Qihan's eyes darkened, and an inexplicable sense of unease welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Afterwards, as if he wanted to hear her voice, his movements were anything but gentle. She couldn't control her physical sensations and cried out as he wished. How could he not worry that people outside the office would hear or notice at this moment?

Yun Muqian sensed his anger, but maintained her indifferent attitude.

A man as high and mighty as Qin Qihan, whose life revolves entirely around fame, fortune, and career, has no place for women. The whole world revolves around him; he is a man who lives a life of luxury.

However, he couldn't accept her perfunctory attitude, which seemed to genuinely hint at a romantic relationship.

"Don't throw a tantrum. Do you think I can't tell?" He pinched her cheek and whispered, "I've been good enough to you, and you still dare to act up."

She gazed at him silently, without uttering a word.

"say."

Yun Muqian opened her mouth: "I wasn't throwing a tantrum, President Qin. I know I was wrong."

Qin Qihan's brow twitched. It was "President Qin" again. Normally she called him "President Qin," which was one thing, but now he was on top of her, and they had just finished, and she was calling him "President Qin"?

During their lovemaking, he pinched her waist and made her call him "husband" a few more times before letting her go.

But afterwards, for the first time, he felt that he couldn't quite figure out Yun Muqian.

At first, he thought she was no different from those materialistic and vain women, except that she was prettier. But she cared a lot about his life and was even willing to be his mistress. She was very hardworking in both work and sex.

If it's just for money, she's so beautiful and has such good qualities, why doesn't she go and hook up with another rich man? That way she could have a legitimate reason to do so.

She insisted on being his mistress, even if it meant being in the shadows, she still wanted to be with him.

He knew he wasn't a good-tempered person and was difficult to please, so he wondered what good she could possibly get from him.

It's somewhat... somewhat like she genuinely likes him.