“Jian Hang?”

Qin Moling called her from the living room.

“Here.”

Following the sound of her voice, he went to find her.

Qin Moling had taken a shower and put on a dark bathrobe. “We’ll move to the villa tomorrow. It’s convenient there for daily life. Then just come back here on weekends.”

Jian Hang nodded, “Okay.” The apartment was too big, and when he wasn’t home, she felt very alone. The apartment was so quiet that when she walked even her footsteps seemed to echo.

On the other hand, the villa was lively. There were helpers, Aunt Geng, and security guards at home, and she felt more at ease.

It was summer now and the garden at the villa was beautiful.

Qin Moling leaned against the sink, logged into the game, and helped her collect today’s items.

There were more than a dozen rooms in the apartment. Since Jian Hang moved in, she has not visited all the rooms yet and has no idea what the other rooms looked like.

She put her hair up and said, “I’m going to go see what the other rooms look like and get familiar with them. Is that inconvenient?”

Qin Moling raised his head and asked, “Weren’t you in the apartment during the day these past few days?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t look around.” She subconsciously felt that this was his private apartment, his private space, and she shouldn’t look around without his consent.

Qin Moling looked down at the game page and said, “It’s your house too, no need to ask me for permission.”

“Then I’ll go around and take a look.”

She wanted to look through the rooms to get an idea of what was available. In the future, maybe her family or friends would come over to visit and want to stay overnight. She at least had to know what was in the rooms and which room was suitable for whom.

She originally wanted to own a large apartment before, but now she found this one was too big and it was tiring to walk around it.

Jian Hang started from the left and looked around each room one by one.

Each bedroom was a suite with its own bathroom. She checked the bathroom to see if there were toiletries and if they were expired, and then she looked in the closet to see if there was anything that needed to be disposed of.

As she was going around, Jian Hang received a call from Liao Yongmei who had already gone to Lemeng. It seemed that the employment process had gone smoothly, and she would go for training next week.

When talking about work, the two had a lot to talk about.

The call lasted more than half an hour.

Liao Yongmei still lacked confidence. “I don’t know if I still have the courage I once had. Don’t expect too much from me. But I will try my best.”

“I didn’t expect you to go to Secretary Gao so soon.”

This sentence gave Liao Yongmei some confidence. At least she did better than Jian Hang expected.

“Then you go ahead, and I’ll go home and look at the content of tomorrow’s training.”

After hanging up the phone, Jian Hang went to the second bedroom. She opened the closet as usual and paused.

There was a row of beautiful, fairy-like dresses hanging in the closet.

She didn’t count them, but there were at least ten or so.

Jian Hang gently closed the closet door. It must have been there a long time and Qin Moling forgot to take it away.

She stood in front of the closed closet door for two minutes before she left.

She didn’t look at the rest of the rooms.

She was no longer in the mood to look around.

Jian Hang went to the small dining room, turned off the lights, and sat by the French window to watch the night view. Sometimes it was blurry and sometimes clear.

… …

After who knew how long, she turned the lights on again and went to get some water.

Taking small sips, she finished a glass of water even though she wasn’t thirsty at all.

Putting down the glass, she went to find Qin Moling.

If he had forgotten to take those fairy dresses away, she could still pretend not to have seen it as long as he explained it clearly.

She couldn’t let those dresses become a thorn in her side.

… …

Their clothes have been washed and dried, and Qin Moling was now ironing them.

Jian Hang leaned against the door of the cloakroom, looking at the tall and handsome man in front of her. He held an iron in his left hand, with distinct joints, and wore his wedding ring on his ring finger.

He was careful and thorough in everything he did, ironing every pleat on the hem of her dress.

At this moment, she saw a different kind of sexiness in the man.

Very manly, but quite unlike his usual self.

“I just opened the closet in the second bedroom,” she said.

Qin Moling suddenly looked up and was silent for two seconds. “Did you see the dresses in the closet?”

“Mm.”

“See if there’s any you don’t like, ask mom to take it back and replace it with another.”

“…”

When Qin Moling was abroad, he often ironed his own shirts. Now he was very skilled in ironing her dress.

He was ironing her dress and wasn’t looking at Jian Hang, so he didn’t know what expression she had on her face.

The dresses in the closet in the second bedroom were birthday gifts for her. He had planned to give them to her on her birthday. Since she found out in advance, then just give them to her in advance.

His mother had sent him a message this morning, asking him: [The dresses have arrived. Should I send it to the villa or the apartment? ]

He had replied: [Apartment.]

The dresses were delivered to the apartment at noon, but he didn’t expect her to see it in the evening.

He always remembered that the first time Jian Hang invited him to dinner, she wore that off-white dress, which should be her most precious piece of clothing. She didn’t have many high-end dresses in her wardrobe.

His mother only got her four dresses, which were not enough, so he bought a few more.

Jian Hang didn’t go to try on the dresses; she stepped inside the cloakroom. It was correct to ask clearly, otherwise just before her birthday, these dresses would be like a thorn in her heart, making her think too much.

Qin Moling looked at her, “Why don’t you try on the dresses?”

Jian Hang replied, “I’ll wait until you’re done with what you’re doing.”

She went to the dressing table to get a makeup mirror, and put it on her chest to look at herself. Qin Moling asked, “What are you looking at?”

“Looking at my heart.” She said with a smile, “It’s smaller than yours.”

Qin Moling didn’t understand what she said.

Jian Hang had no intention of letting him understand.

Qin Moling ironed her dress, then hung it up. He handed her the iron.

Jian Hang hesitated for a moment, then took the iron. He was asking her to iron his shirt.

Qin Moling put the ironed clothes into the closet and stood beside her watching her iron the shirt.

A thin layer of heat filled the air between them.

Jian Hang suddenly turned off the iron and hung it on the rack.

She took two steps towards him and just as she looked up, Qin Moling kissed her on the lips as if he knew what she was thinking. He then used his arms to lift her up and hold her in his arms.

Qin Moling could feel her possessiveness towards him.

Just like now.

There was a sofa in the cloakroom, and on the sofa was his black shirt which has not been ironed yet.

He pulled it over and used it as a cushion for her.

Qin Moling held her fingers tightly.

Went in deeply.

Qin Moling lowered his head and Jian Hang kissed his chin.

He kissed the tip of her nose, then moved his lips down to block her lips and swallowed all her sounds.

The black shirt used as padding was wrinkled into a ball.

There was a wet spot on the lapel.

It couldn’t be worn anymore.

Had to wash it again.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

The next day, Jian Hang got up early.

On her first day at work, Qin Moling prepared a sumptuous breakfast for her.

He wore a black shirt today, the one that was on the sofa last night. He washed it again, dried it, ironed it himself, and put it on this morning.

Jian Hang couldn’t look directly at the shirt and lowered her eyes slightly while eating.

Qin Moling was the same as before; he didn’t speak while eating, but he looked at her several times.

Before going out, Qin Moling put on his watch. He had just gone to the bedroom and took Jian Hang’s watch and put it on her wrist.

She and Qin Moling did not go together; she drove to Lemeng by herself.

In the past few days, she has gained a preliminary understanding of the Fourth Division. The Marketing Director Zhou Yi and the Sales Director Zheng Yanshu did not get along. The two were difficult to deal with. Even Yu Ming, the former General Manager of the Fourth Division, couldn’t do anything about them.

One had a background, the other was capable; both were people Yu Ming didn’t want to offend.

Qin Moling told her before leaving in the morning that he had already notified the Fourth Division to hold a meeting at two o’clock in the afternoon. She would preside over the meeting. It was an internal meeting of their Four Division and no senior management would attend.

…. …

At this time, at Lemeng’s Fourth Division.

Zheng Yanshu was approving expenses in the system. His eyes stared at the computer screen for so long that they felt sore and bitter.

The assistant knocked on the door and came in, “Mr. Zheng, there is a meeting at 2pm.”

Ten minutes ago, Zheng Yanshu told her that he would visit a client at 2 pm, but there was a meeting in the afternoon, so the time conflicted. As an assistant, she had the obligation to remind her boss that this afternoon’s meeting was very special, as it was the first day for the new General Manager of their Fourth Division to take office.

Zheng Yanshu took off his gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He didn’t expect the top management to be so foolish as to send someone who had zero knowledge of the business to manage the Fourth Division.

This meant completely abandoning the Fourth Division.

He put on his glasses and said, “What does the GM’s meeting have to do with me visiting clients?”

Assistant: “…”

Zheng Yanshu said, “My itinerary remains unchanged.”

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

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Chapter 52.1 — Just the Game, Not Him
Chapter 52.2 — Just the Game, Not Him
Chapter 52.3 — Just the Game, Not Him
Chapter 53.1 — Hug
Chapter 53.2 — Hug