Jian Hang lifted her bare feet, taking them off Qin Moling’s instep, and put her slippers back on.

Qin Moling’s instep suddenly became empty and without her warmth. He looked up and saw that Jian Hang had already stood up.

“I was thinking about something else just now,” he explained why he didn’t answer her question.

But the atmosphere was already ruined. Jian Hang didn’t plan to stay any longer. She didn’t respond to his words and only said, “I still have to work overtime.”

She went back upstairs, leaving Qin Moling alone in the dining room.

It was obviously fine two minutes ago, but some conflict arose inexplicably.

Qin Moling was no longer in the mood to look at his phone. He locked the screen and threw the phone on the table.

… …

Jian Hang returned to the master bedroom and planned to take a long bath.

However, the essential oils she brought over were all used up, and she found no other essential oils in the bathroom. Aunt Geng usually prepared various brands of toiletries for her, but there didn’t seem to be any essential oils.

‘Knock knock—‘

At first, Jian Hang thought she had heard wrong. She walked out of the bathroom, and the knocking on the door started up again.

“Jian Hang?” Qin Moling called her from outside the door.

Jian Hang walked to the door and asked, “What’s the matter?”

Her voice was soft but distant; Qin Moling could hear it clearly.

He didn’t like talking through the door, “Open the door.”

Jian Hang didn’t open it, “If you have anything to say, just say it directly, I can hear you.”

Qin Moling didn’t know if they were having a quarrel. If they were, then he would apologize.

He clicked on his phone and checked the hot search list, “The hot search you are concerned about was originally ranked 22nd, with a status of ‘new’. Now it has risen to the 2nd position, with a purple tag ‘explosive’”

Jian Hang: “…”

She burst out laughing.

He didn’t know whether she was laughing in anger or if she really found it funny.

“Oh, I see.”

She gave him a perfunctory answer just like he did earlier.

Qin Moling waited for the door to open but it never did. “Go to bed early after you finish your work.”

After half a minute, Jian Hang heard his footsteps getting further away.

She didn’t have time to be angry, and she didn’t like to vent her anger on anyone, so she just looked for her pajamas and went to take a shower.

There was no essential oil for her bath, and she had to take a shower instead.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Half an hour later she came out of the bathroom. She began applying moisturizer, and she blew-dried her hair.

It was still early. Jian Hang was not sleepy, and she couldn’t play her game, so she moved to the table and turned on her laptop to sort out the materials she needed to hand over to whoever will take over her position at Yinling.

Just as she entered work mode, there was a knock on the bedroom door again.

“Jian Hang, open the door.” It was Qin Moling knocking on the door again.

Who knows, perhaps that hot search has risen again by another place, so he came here to tell her.

Jian Hang was wearing pajamas and found a robe to cover herself before opening the door. 

If she and Qin Moling hadn’t had that little friction earlier, she would have opened the door even if she was wearing thin and see-through pajamas.

But not now.

The bedroom door opened, and Qin Moling stood just outside the door. Next to him was a suitcase.

Qin Moling wasn’t sure if Jian Hang was still angry, “I’m bringing the luggage over first.” If she still hasn’t calmed down, he would just move in slowly.

Jian Hang looked at him and then at the suitcase. He took the initiative to move in; she certainly wouldn’t be one to throw him out.

She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t close the door either. She turned around and went back inside the bedroom, leaving the door open for him.

Qin Moling came in with his suitcase, closed the door behind him and locked it.

He dragged the suitcase to the cloakroom. As he walked back to the bedroom, he unbuckled his watch. Her mobile phone and a few books were placed on the right bedside table. He took off his watch and placed it on the left bedside table.

Almost as soon as he put it down, Qin Moling picked up the watch again, wondering if she had already calmed down. He has moved in; where he would put his watch was a good topic of conversation. 

Jian Hang was sitting by the table; he walked over.

Jian Hang had drank all the water in her glass. She stood up, intending to fill the glass with more water. Qin Moling stood in front of her, put one arm around her waist, and didn’t let her go. 

He handed her the watch, “Sorry. I was wrong.”

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

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T/N: This is the scene from the novel summary. Taking the scene in its entirety, it does have an emotional impact, I get why the author liked it—but as a novel blurb I feel that it is very much lacking 😂

Qin Moling was jealous—not that he’d ever admit it haha. He really was being perfunctory with her, probably in the hopes that she would move on from this topic.

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Chapter 36.1 — Ask for More
Chapter 36.2 — Ask for More
Chapter 36.3 — Ask for More