Putting down his mobile phone, Qin Moling told the driver, “Doesn’t Han Shuang like to eat liangpi noodles? Send her a few more portions tomorrow.”

Driver: “… Okay.”

Qin Xing was dealing with his cards and didn’t notice that Qin Moling’s voice had been very soft. “Older brother, how do you know that she likes to eat liangpi? By coincidence, I also like to eat liangpi. Send me some, too.”

Qin Moling ignored him and told the others at the card table, “If any of you have an ongoing cooperation with Wanyue Group, please give them a cold shoulder for me first.”

Jiang Shenghe—who was indeed cooperating with Wanyue—raised his eyebrows, “Has someone from Wanyue offended you?”

“Exactly so.” Qin Moling didn’t elaborate, he just said, “I want to teach them a lesson.”

Jiang Shenghe didn’t have the habit of getting to the bottom of things. If Qin Moling didn’t volunteer to tell him, he wouldn’t ask any more questions. Jiang Shenghe put out his cigarette and called his secretary directly to ask her to hold off on Wanyue’s cooperation until further instructions.

In addition to Jiang Shenghe, several of Qin Moling’s other friends also followed suit.

They often helped each other out like this.

Qin Xing took advantage of their phone calls to peek at their cards.

In this round, he happily won and pocketed everyone’s money.

… …

Jian Hang shut down her laptop and put it in the bag.

Before leaving, she told Xiao Zhang that it was too late and she would make an appointment another day.

When she exited the club, Jian Hang saw her car parked in the most conspicuous parking space.

The driver was standing by her car. “Mrs. Qin, I’ll take you back.”

Jian Hang didn’t like to trouble people, so she smiled slightly and said, “No need, I can drive myself.”

The driver insisted, “It’s Mr. Qin’s arrangement.”

He stood by the car door with no intention of leaving.

Jian Hang had worked hard all night, and it was almost one o’clock in the morning. She was indeed a little tired. She thanked him, opened the back door and got in.

When she was almost home, she received a call from Xiao Zhang.

“Ms. Jian, where are you? Our Ms. Zhong said that the event she is hosting will be over soon and will talk to you about the project after that.”

The implication was that she should go back now since Zhong Yanfei would finally have time to see her.

This was obviously a calculated call. She was almost home so, of course, they only called her now.

Jian Hang didn’t have any dissatisfaction with Xiao Zhang, who was only doing her job after all, so her tone was still polite, “Assistant Zhang, please tell Ms. Zhong that I’m already sleepy. Let’s talk another day.”

Xiao Zhang hesitated to reply. Even if she couldn’t see Jian Hang, she could imagine Jian Hang’s expressionless face. When Jian Hang was not smiling, her cold temperament was actually quite similar to Han Shuang’s and gave people a sense of oppression.

She wanted to say something more but didn’t know what to say.

“Ms. Jian, then you have a good rest.”

Jian Hang cut off the call and threw the phone aside.

This was the first time she dared to treat Party A’s call so arrogantly.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

After getting home, Jian Hang reported to Qin Moling that she was safe, [“I’m home, thank you very much for tonight.”]

Qin Moling ignored the second half of the sentence and said, [“Good. Get some rest.”]

He gave her another reassurance: [Wanyue’s project will be yours. You don’t have to worry about it these coming days. It’s impossible for Zhong Yanfei not to look for you within ten days at most, so you don’t have to make yourself pleasant to her. Go to sleep, there’s no need to reply.]

Jian Hang really didn’t know how to reply to that.

Behind every project was first a competition between resources and connections.

Only after getting a foot in would her abilities come in handy.

… …

The next day was Saturday.

At five o’clock in the morning, Jian Hang was woken up by the alarm.

They were going to the Qin family’s old house for dinner tonight. Grandma Qin would definitely ask if she was satisfied with the wedding villa. Maybe she would even ask questions like whether she was already used to living in a villa or not.

In front of the elders, Jian Hang would rather lie as little as possible, so she decided to send her luggage to the villa first—this could be considered as moving in.

She would also take a look around just to see what the villa looked like. She wouldn’t be telling lies then.

Jian Hang didn’t have many things to take to the villa, and she easily packed them all in two suitcases.

Before 7am, Jian Hang had already rushed to the door of the wedding villa.

She called Aunt Geng ahead to make everyone mentally prepared to receive her.

When Aunt Geng saw her, she was so warm and enthusiastic, asking about her welfare.

Later, Jian Hang would find out that Aunt Geng had a girlish heart and was a beauty-con¹. Although she was in her fifties, she loved to read dog-blood² romance novels.

She would often laugh by herself while looking at her phone and would sometimes even burst into tears.

But this was all for later.

Right now, Aunt Geng and the maid helped carry the luggage in. There were three bedrooms upstairs. Jian Hang didn’t know how Qin Moling arranged the rooms for the two of them.

“Auntie, has Qin Moling gotten up?”

Aunt Geng said, “I don’t know, he probably has.”

The second and third floors were Qin Moling’s domain. As long as he was at home, no one would go upstairs to disturb him.

Arriving at the second floor, Aunt Geng and the housekeeper put the suitcases down.

Aunt Geng pointed to the right, “That’s the master bedroom.”

Hearing the voices, Qin Moling came out of the bedroom. When he saw Jian Hang, he stopped in his tracks. He was surprised that she had moved here so early in the morning.

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

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1. Beauty-con, someone who is inordinately obsessed with beautiful faces. It’s the same style as siscon for someone who has a sister complex.
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2. Dog blood stories are those with convoluted, passionate plots like the white moonlight returning, twins switched at birth, mother-in-law gives an envelope of money to leave her son alone etc. ↩︎