Marriage First Love Later

After it was over, Jian Hang rested in his arms for a few minutes. Qin Moling held her and did not release her immediately. She liked Qin Moling’s kisses and also liked him hugging her, but these two things were very unnatural for them to do anywhere other than the bedroom. They would only hug… Continue reading

Jian Hang lay in Qin Moling’s arms, counting down the massage that could end at any time. She also clearly felt that after pressing on her acupressure points for some twenty or so minutes, his strength had gradually weakened and his fingers probably felt tired and sore. Despite knowing that he was tired, Jian Hang… Continue reading

At seven o’clock in the evening, Qin Moling had an overseas video conference to talk about matters related to Lemeng’s branch outside the country. Qin Moling originally had no intention of reporting to Jian Hang about his meeting. But remembering that he reported to her last night that he had a dinner party to attend,… Continue reading

Qin Moling had a meeting in the morning. The meeting ran late, and he just arrived at the company’s executive dining hall. Zhong Yanyue also attended the same meeting and went to have lunch with him. If she hadn’t wanted to inquire about something, she wouldn’t have chosen to sit with him for lunch.  Qin… Continue reading

At noon the next day, just after Jian Hang finished her lunch, Feng Mai came to visit. Jian Hang asked the front desk to let her up and asked her secretary to make coffee. Feng Mai brought a large bouquet of flowers and looked around Jian Hang’s office. It was smaller than she expected. She… Continue reading