Jian Hang stopped turning on the lights for Qin Moling and simply left him to turn it on by himself to avoid having to turn the lights on and off constantly. Back in the master bedroom, her heart was still pounding. She clicked on Qin Moling’s dialog box. He sent her a message half an… Continue reading

At eight o’clock, they returned to their villa. Qin Moling drove. Jian Hang sat in the passenger seat—she had asked the driver to drive her car back. The car was very quiet on the way over. Jian Hang was used to this kind of silence. She and Qin Moling spent most of their time together… Continue reading

Qin Moling used liangpi to mobilize an army just to accuse someone. Because the Qin family and the Han family had a good relationship, Qin Moling only gave her a warning shot. The secretary went downstairs to bring the liangpi up. When Qin Moling’s driver gave her the noodles, he only said, “If Ms. Han… Continue reading

Jian Hang looked towards the just opened door of the master bedroom. Qin Moling was putting on a watch. The top button of his shirt was casually left unbuttoned. Aunt Geng and the maid went downstairs leaving the two of them alone. Jian Hang had the suitcase handle in her hand. The distance between her… Continue reading