Qin Moling remained silent while eating, and Jian Hang followed suit.

The night view outside was beautiful, and one wouldn’t feel bored at all when watching it while eating.

She and Qin Moling had had dinner a few times before, but during each of those times their elders were always present. They had never eaten alone together; today was the first time.

“You don’t talk much during meetings?” Jian Hang asked curiously.

What she actually wanted to ask was: why do you talk so little? She just asked in a subtle way.

Qin Moling raised his head and asked instead of answering, “Do you talk a lot during meetings?”

Jian Hang didn’t expect him to throw the question back at her. She said, “It depends on the situation.”

Before she could explain, Qin Moling already responded to her words, “Don’t talk so much during the meeting, no one wants to hear it.”

Jian Hang: “…”

It was heartbreaking to hear, but it was true.

No one wanted to listen to the boss’ nonsense at a meeting, especially when something had gone wrong at work; all they wanted was the boss to just say ‘dismissed’.

Qin Moling had red wine at hand, so he picked up the glass and took a sip.

Jian Hang looked up and saw his Adam’s apple sliding slightly. She turned her eyes away and pretended to look out the french window.

After looking at the night scene outside the window for a few moments but not seeing it clearly, she looked away again. This time, Jian Hang looked at him openly and said, “If there is an opportunity, I would like to sit in on Mr. Qin’s meeting.”

Qin Moling put down his wine glass and said, “You don’t have to listen. It’s the same as now. Maybe I won’t even talk as much as I do now.”

Jian Hang opened her mouth and closed it again.

During a meeting, if the boss talked too much, then he was annoying; but if he didn’t talk, then the meeting would not be very depressing.

Qin Moling added, “No matter what happens, if there is good news about the company, I will tell it myself, and let the vice president say everything else.”

Jian Hang: “…”

She smiled.

She didn’t have the nerve to laugh out loud, so she kept holding it in. In short, the bad guy was always the vice president, and he was the good guy.

Qin Moling looked at her, “If you want to laugh, laugh. If you choke, you’d have to rely on me.”

Jian Hang: “…”

She has known him for this long, and tonight was the most relaxing time she’s had. She didn’t expect that he could be quite humorous sometimes.

But even when he was being humorous, he still had a serious face, and it didn’t look like he was joking at all.

… …

After dinner, Qin Moling was responsible for clearing the dishes and refused to let her do anything.

She sat down at the dining table in the big dining room again, finished her work, turned off her laptop once done, and put it away.

Qin Moling didn’t stay here at night and turned off all the lights when they left.

Jian Hang didn’t understand why he decided to leave the apartment and instead wanted to use the villa as a wedding house.

She just thought about it but ultimately didn’t ask him.

Qin Moling took her home. Just like before, he stopped at the door and told her, “If your stomach feels uncomfortable at night, call me.”

“It should be fine. Please wait a moment.” Jian Hang went to the kitchen.

Qin Moling was mentally prepared and guessed what she was going to get.

Sure enough, she brought him another carton of milk.

Qin Moling wanted to refuse, but then he still reached out to accept it.

… …

The most depressed person was Aunt Geng. When she woke up the next morning, there was another carton of milk on the kitchen counter. Needless to say, it was Qin Moling who brought back the milk.

A few days ago, Qin Moling told her to prepare a box of this brand of milk. She had already bought it, but he didn’t drink any of it.

She was a long-time novel fan and only read dog-blood romance novels. Could it be that some woman gave it to him?

Anyway, Aunt Geng didn’t think it was Jian Hang. She knew what was going on between Qin Moling and Jian Hang. If Qin Moling’s grandparents hadn’t made the final decision, this marriage would not have been possible.

Jian Hang hasn’t moved here yet, which already explained the problem.

Aunt Geng put away the milk and went to prepare breakfast.

… …

At seven o’clock, Qin Moling finished his morning run, took a shower, and went downstairs to eat.

He looked at the coffee on the table and suddenly turned his head, “Aunt Geng, I will drink milk instead tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.” Aunt Geng confirmed with him, “Do you want the milk you brought last night?”

“Yeah. I’ll drink milk from now on.” Qin Moling picked up the coffee and took a sip casually.

He couldn’t see through Jian Hang, and he didn’t know what she was thinking. She was willing to get the marriage certificate, but she was unwilling to move here.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Two weeks passed before they knew it.

After finishing the last carton of milk, it seemed Jian Hang still had no intention of moving into the wedding house.

In the past two weeks, Qin Moling called Jian Hang twice. On Wednesday of the first week, they chatted for less than 30 seconds. Jian Hang answered the phone in a low voice and said she was in Manhattan for a meeting.

Only then did he know that she was on a business trip.

At 10:30 on Wednesday night of the second week, Jian Hang chatted with him for five minutes—four and a half of which she asked him about the situation of a particular company in Suzhou City.

That company was the one Wanyue Group was planning to acquire.

On the phone, he asked, “Are you back from your business trip?”

Jian Hang said, “Yeah, I came back two days ago.”

She stayed in Manhattan for a total of eight days.

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds.

Qin Moling was sorting out the information. She had asked about the company in Suzhou City. He only gave a general outline. 

He didn’t remember some details, but there was more information on the computer, “Give me your email address. I have information about the company in Suzhou. I’ll sort it out and send it to you.”

“Thank you.” Jian Hang hadn’t expected him to be so caring.

Before hanging up the phone, Qin Moling asked, “Has your stomach hurt again?”

“It hasn’t.”

Her stomach was healed for now. Whether she could drink alcohol in the future was another matter.

During this time she has been taking medicine and not drinking any alcohol.

“Don’t forget to give me your email address.” Qin Moling cut off the call.

After sorting it out until almost early in the morning, he compiled the information and sent it to Jian Hang.

… …

At noon the next day, Qin Moling met Zhong Yanyue at Lemeng’s dining hall.

Le Meng’s dining hall has three floors and was divided into six dining areas, one of which was exclusively for senior executives.

Qin Moling rarely came to the dining hall to eat. Zhong Yanyue rarely had a chance to meet him, so she took the opportunity and ate at the same table with him.

This year Lemeng was preparing to expand its production lines overseas. The new factory would be Lemeng’s fifth factory overseas. Zhong Yanyue asked, “Has the factory construction procedures been approved?”

Qin Moling replied, “Not yet.”

He was going on a business trip soon, to the proposed factory site to coordinate some construction procedures.

Secretary Gao had booked an afternoon flight for the day after tomorrow.

Seeing that Qin Moling didn’t really want to talk about business, Zhong Yanyue stopped at the right time and mentioned that she met Feng Mai when she was shopping yesterday, “Feng Mai asked me to convey her blessings to you, wishing you much happiness.”

Feng Mai didn’t mention Jian Hang at that time. She fully understood that just because Feng Mai could put aside her grudges and bless Qin Moling, it didn’t mean she was willing to bless Jian Hang.

Qin Moling was thinking about the factory construction procedures and didn’t hear Zhong Yanyue’s words clearly.

He collected his thoughts and asked, “What did you just say?”

Zhong Yanyue thought he didn’t want to talk about Feng Mai and pretended not to hear, so she didn’t say anything more and changed the subject, “Oh, I said I had to go on a blind date this week.”

That day at the restaurant, after being harassed by her sister for a long time, she decided to take care of matters and go meet the man her family intended her to marry. But nothing happened even after meeting him—she still kept thinking about her ex-boyfriend.

She dreamt about him last night. She dreamed that he came back from abroad.

She was a little envious of Feng Mai now: Feng Mai said she would let go of Qin Moling and directly moved on.

Unlike her, who was stubborn.

Qin Moling answered, “A blind date is not bad either.”

Zhong Yanyue: “…”

It was really hard to imagine that these words could ever come out of his mouth.

In the beginning, he had stood up seven or eight blind dates.

Marriage First, Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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