On the first night after moving into the villa, Qin Moling couldn’t sleep.

Sleeping in a new bed or place never used to bother him before. He spent at least one-third of his time on business trips and stayed in hotels many months in a year. His highest record was changing into five hotels in one week, and these five hotels were in different cities.

He was in no condition to be fussy about beds.

But now, living in his own home, he actually slept until midnight and then woke up, and couldn’t fall asleep anymore after that.

Maybe it’s because he liked to stay in high-rise buildings, and he’s suddenly not used to living on the second floor.

In recent years, whether staying in his apartment or a hotel, Qin Moling preferred high-rise rooms. The apartment he usually lived in was on the 50th floor, overlooking the bustling night view of half of the city.

But now, all that can be seen from the window was the lawn in the yard and a small garden.

The month was cold and there was nothing to see in the garden.

Qin Moling closed the curtains, returned to bed, and leaned against the bedside to check his phone. He suddenly remembered something, opened Jian Hang’s WeChat, and changed the display name.

Jian Hang’s English name is Olive. Little Olive.

His display name for Jian Hang was: Olivia

He didn’t know what name Jian Hang gave him on his WeChat. Was it his name or ‘Husband’?

Qin Moling looked at his phone for a while, but he still couldn’t find sleep, so he simply went to the study to work overtime.

… …

On the third day after moving to the villa, Qin Moling went to his grandfather’s house after getting off work in the evening. His grandmother had asked him to go home for dinner.

Old Madam Qin was very happy when she heard that her grandson took the initiative to move into the marital home. She and the old master made the final decision regarding this marriage, believing that these two children would live well together.

“Are you getting used to it?” she asked with concern.

“I can’t get used to living there,” Qin Moliing replied.

“You’ll get used to it after living there for a few months,” Old Madam Qin said.

Qin Moling: “…”

He originally wanted to say something more but felt it was unnecessary. No matter what he said, grandma would block him with the phrase ‘you’ll get used to it eventually.’

The old madam knew what her grandson was thinking, “I’m not asking you to live in the villa forever. Once you and Jian Hang develop a better relationship, you can live wherever you like, and no one will care about you. The current situation is special, so you can only make do with it.”

“Has Jian Hang moved there too?” she asked.

“Not yet.”

Qin Moling thought she would move there voluntarily. That day he made a special trip to her office to mention that he was moving over the weekend, just to tell her that she could move too.

She didn’t respond at all.

“Jian Hang is fighting for a big project right now.”

He found a reason that would not offend grandma and smooth things over for Jian Hang.

Old Madam Qin understood Jian Hang, “Don’t be in a hurry, let Xiao Hang work on the project with peace of mind, and it won’t be too late to move in after the project is won. And you two can come back home for dinner then, and I will discuss with you when the wedding will be held.”

Qin Moling didn’t actually know what Jian Hang was busy with. He just made that up.

As for the wedding, he didn’t want to have it any time soon.

… …

Qin Moling accidentally got it right when he said that Jian Hang was busy fighting for a big project. 

In order to win the Wanyue Group’s merger and acquisition project, she even planned to temporarily quit gaming for a month.

When Lin Xiao heard the news, it was like a bolt from the blue. It wasn’t that he didn’t have other friends to team up with and play games—it was just that without Little Olive, the game was too boring.

In the past four years, he, Qin Xing, and Little Olive have formed the tacit understanding of an iron triangle, making them invincible when together. Teaming up with other friends didn’t give him the same tacit understanding as when working with Little Olive.

He didn’t play online games just to pass the time. After all, he has countless other entertainment options available to him. He plays games for the excitement of crushing others.

And without Little Olive to team up with them, how could he crush others?

The more Lin Xiao thought about it, the more unwilling he became. “Little Olive, you have a new love, and you plan to kick me and Qin Xing away!”

Jian Hang: “…”

[I’m not like you third generation young masters, you can do whatever you want. If you don’t want to do it, you can just lie down. I have to work hard for the next month. If I fail the assessment, I won’t be promoted. If I can’t be promoted, I will have to quit.]

She took the situation seriously.

Lin Xiao patted his chest and promised, “If you come to me, I promise to arrange your employment properly. Whether you want to work in my family’s company or Qin Xing’s family’s, it’s all just a matter of saying a few words.”

Jian Hang: [I’m busy.]

She quit the game.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Until noon the next day, Lin Xiao was still depressed about Little Olive’s month-long retreat.

There were countless moments when he doubted whether Little Olive had completely abandoned him and Qin Xing, opened a new account, and gone off to play games with her new love.

During lunch break, Little Olive was not online.

Lin Xiao left a message: [The first day of retreat. Do you really not have a new love?]

Qin Xing called him, “Are you busy? I’ll go drop by.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at the lobby downstairs of your company.” Qin Xing had come over to meet a client. The client’s office was in the building next door, so he stopped by to brag at Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao said weakly, “Bring me a hot Americano.”

He needs hot coffee to warm him up.

Qin Xing bought two cups of coffee and gave one cup to Jian Hang. He said ‘hello’ to Jian Hang every time he came over.

“Sister-in-law. Are you busy?”

Jian Hang’s office door was open, so Qin Xing knocked twice symbolically.

Jian Hang stood up and warmly welcomed him, asking him to sit down, “Why are you free to come here today?”

“I had a meeting at the building next door.” Qin Xing placed a cup of coffee on Jian Hang’s table and sent a message to Lin Xiao: [“Come and get your coffee.”]

Lin Xiao was furious: [You bastard! You want me to go get coffee from the she-devil’s office?]

[She is now my family, please be careful what you say.]

Lin Xiao wanted to refute, but found that there was nothing wrong with Qin Xing’s words. He swallowed his anger and reluctantly went to Jian Hang’s office.

It’s lunch break now, and even if Jian Hang was his immediate boss, she couldn’t control what he says in his private time.

He complained to Qin Xing: “Little Olive must have opened a secondary account behind our backs and is getting along with others.”

Jian Hang, who was in front of the computer, glanced at him speechlessly.

Qin Xing winked at Lin Xiao and reminded him not to talk nonsense in front of his boss. Qin Xing interrupted and asked Jian Hang, “Sister-in-law, do you play online games?”

“I don’t play,” Jian Hang said, completely without blushing. “It’s addicting to play games. I don’t have time.”

Qin Xing had no doubt, “Sister-in-law, you are just like my brother. My brother doesn’t like to play games either. He is most annoyed with me when I play games, saying that ‘trifling destroys the will¹‘.”

Lin Xiao heard this. He was unconvinced and sat up straight. “Your brother plays with cars. Why didn’t you say anything back?”

Qin Xing shrugged. “Maybe he feels that what he is playing with is not cars but money.”

Lin Xiao: “…”

What actually worried Jian Hang was that she and Qin Moling would have absolutely nothing in common. She originally thought that when they lived together, she and Qin Moling could form a team and play some games. Over time, they would always have something to talk about.

Qin Xing’s words shattered her fantasy.

Marriage First Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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Chapter 8.2 — Wednesday Night Phone Call (1/31)

Chapter 9.1 — Pick Her Up (2/1)
Chapter 9.2 — Pick Her Up (2/2)

Chapter 10.1 — See The Exhibition (2/3)
Chapter 10.2 — See The Exhibition (2/4)
Chapter 10.3 — See The Exhibition (2/5)

1. An idiom, trifling destroys the will; too much attention to unimportant things prevents one making progress.
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