“Huh?”
Mu Ci thought there was something wrong with her ears. “What did you say?”
Qin Yan pitied her for having poor hearing at such a young age and repeated himself, his thin lips parting slightly.
“Bring your documents. We’ll get our marriage certificate tomorrow morning.”
This time, Mu Ci didn’t think there was something wrong with her ears—she thought there was something wrong with this man’s brain.
“Bro, we don’t even know each other’s names. How can you decide something as important as marriage so casually? Aren’t you letting down your ancestors?”
Qin Yan chuckled lightly. “Not even married yet, and you’re already worrying about my ancestors?”
“How thoughtful.”
“…”
Was that the point?!
Mu Ci swallowed a curse word that was stuck in her throat.
See, fate is truly fair. Some people really do trade their intelligence for good looks.
“Knock, knock.”
Someone tapped on the window.
Qin Yan rolled down the window, and the person outside handed him a file. Glancing down, he caught sight of the person in the passenger seat and immediately started flattering:
“Well, well, miss, I finally get to see you in person! How could I have spent a whole month investigating and still missed such a stunning beauty? I must be blind.”
Qin Yan narrowed his eyes and glanced sideways. “Good-looking? Want to get in the car for a closer look?”
The flattery had backfired. Jiang Zihao immediately took two steps back, forcing an awkward smile. “Bro Yan, you’re busy. Have a pleasant evening, you two.”
With that, he slipped into his flashy red sports car and sped off with a “whoosh.”
Mu Ci didn’t even have time to call for help.
Forget it. He was probably an accomplice anyway. Calling for help would be useless.
She withdrew her gaze and let it fall on the man’s hands as he flipped through the file.
Admittedly, this bastard… had pretty nice hands.
His skin was pale and cool-toned, his knuckles well-defined, and a few prominent blue veins, hinting at strength, ran across the back of his hands.
Fragmented memories from that night suddenly flooded Mu Ci’s mind.
It was these hands… that had wandered over every inch of her body.
Her face began to heat up.
“If you’re busy, could you let me get out of the car first?”
Mu Ci fanned her face with her hand, looking at the man engrossed in the file with impatience.
Qin Yan turned to look at her. “Are you hot?”
“It’s stuffy. Either open the window.”
With a soft click, the panoramic roof opened.
A stream of fresh, flowing air rushed in, making her feel much more comfortable.
As the heat in her face subsided, Mu Ci’s voice grew cooler. “Sir, marriage is out of the question. I don’t even know you. I can’t just hand myself over because of one impulsive night.”
Qin Yan leisurely closed the file, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe before he uttered two cool words: “Heartbreaker.”
“…”
“You’re not going to take responsibility after sleeping with me?”
“I was a pure, innocent man, and you took my first time. Now you’re turning your back on me. How twisted human nature can be.”
Mu Ci faintly detected a hint of feigned grievance in his tone and blurted out, “Was it really your first time?”
His skills had seemed incredibly experienced.
“Truly, my first time.”
Mu Ci was left speechless.
Qin Yan enjoyed her adorable expression—a mix of bewilderment and frustration—and continued, “Miss Mu, I’ve just reviewed your information. If there are no issues, please be on time tomorrow.”
“There is an issue!”
Mu Ci widened her eyes, staring incredulously at the folder on the center console. “You were looking at my information just now?”
The man smiled without answering.
Mu Ci suddenly had a strong intuition.
This man’s status and position were definitely not ordinary.
Though she hated to admit it, he probably wasn’t a male escort after all.
She had misunderstood.
Mu Ci’s eyes flickered slightly as she tentatively asked, “Since you know my name, may I ask what yours is?”
“Qin Yan.”
“…”
Huh?
A thunderbolt seemed to roll across the sky.
Mu Ci opened her mouth, unwilling to accept it, and confirmed, “Which Qin Yan?”
The man raised an eyebrow, enunciating clearly, “Qin Qiqi’s uncle, Qin Yan of the Qin Group.”
A second thunderbolt struck straight down, leaving Mu Ci thoroughly stunned.
She “swished” her head around to look out the window, wishing she could bang her head against the glass.
Oh my god!
She had slept with her best friend’s “god of wealth” uncle!
If others weren’t worth ten billion, a night with the god of wealth was truly worth ten billion.
It’s over, it’s over, it’s over.
After calming down for five minutes, Mu Ci adjusted her emotions.
She turned her head and said calmly, “You also know marriage is no small matter. I’m the only precious daughter in my family, so my parents definitely won’t agree.”
First, shift the blame.
This point had slipped Qin Yan’s mind. After pondering for a few seconds, he said, “Tomorrow morning, we’ll go to your house first. After getting your parents’ approval, we’ll go get the marriage certificate in the afternoon.”
“…”
The seamless scheduling left Mu Ci speechless.
She offered a heartfelt, well-meaning reminder, “I’m not trying to scare you, but my parents aren’t as easy to deal with as you might think. If you back down, I won’t look down on you.”
Qin Yan curled his lips, his eyes carrying a hint of wickedness. “The words ‘back down’ don’t exist in my life.”
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At twelve o’clock, the bar staff delivered her bag to Mu Ci’s apartment.
Mu Ci tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
That day, she had been struck numb by thunderbolts.
First, she found out she was pregnant, then she ran into Qin Yan, and then she got tangled up with him, agreeing to meet their parents together.
How had it come to meeting the parents?
Her mind was a tangled mess.
It felt like everything had piled up, impossible to sort out.
Her tangled brain finally quieted down a bit around two in the morning, and she finally felt sleepy.
But before she could even start dreaming, she was awakened by a ringing phone.
Staring at the unfamiliar number flashing on her phone screen, Mu Ci felt numb.
She swiped to answer, and a low, magnetic, pleasant voice stirred her eardrums, “Are you up?”
“Mm,” Mu Ci mumbled in response.
Sensing the abnormality in her voice, there was a pause on the other end. “If you’re too nervous or uncomfortable, we can go another day.”
He gave her plenty of time.
Now that he had found her, he wasn’t in a hurry.
Mu Ci thought of her fashionable mother, who had originally planned to go bag shopping with her aunt today but had canceled her luxury store appointment just for her. If she didn’t go, she’d definitely get scolded first and then killed.
She slowly crawled out of bed. “It’s fine. I’ll come down after washing up.”
After spending the night digesting everything, Mu Ci gradually resigned herself to fate—
Adults have to pay the price for their actions.
For example, she had slept with Qin Yan.
And for example, after sleeping with him, she was now carrying his child.
It felt like the matchmaker had tied a red string around her throat.
She dawdled for nearly an hour before leisurely heading downstairs.
She did it on purpose.
Yes, she wanted to annoy this dog of a man, to make him unhappy.
But as she approached, she realized she was wrong.
There wasn’t a trace of impatience on Qin Yan’s face.
On the contrary, his eyes held a smile as he gazed down at her for several seconds, commenting, “So beautiful.”
“…”
Mu Ci expressionlessly opened the car door and got in.
Just as she was about to close the door, a hand pressed against it.
Qin Yan leaned in, bending over to fasten her seatbelt.
Mu Ci was slightly taken aback.
She hadn’t expected this dog of a man to be so considerate.
Qin Yan got into the car, turned around to retrieve a paper bag from the back seat, and placed it on Mu Ci’s lap.
“I didn’t know what you like to eat, so I packed a little of everything.”
Mu Ci opened the paper bag, which was wrapped in several layers of insulated packaging. She unwrapped them one by one to find a variety of breakfast pastries inside.
They were still warm, just the right temperature.
“Have you eaten yet?”
Biting into a custard bun, Miss Mu, in a rare moment of kindness, asked.
“I have. You should eat more—you’re too thin.”
Mu Ci mumbled, “I’m not that thin.”
Something in her words seemed to strike a chord with Qin Yan, and he chuckled softly. “Except for one particular area, you are.”
Mu Ci paused mid-bite, then realized—this dog of a man was making a suggestive joke!
He was deliberately taking advantage of her.
Why should she let him?
Miss Mu felt an inexplicable urge to stir up trouble.
She set down the custard bun, cleared her throat, and said, “I’ll be gaining weight soon.”
“Hmm?”
Qin Yan held the steering wheel with one hand, not quite understanding what she meant.
Mu Ci stared at the man’s sharply defined, utterly calm profile and enunciated each word clearly:
“I’m pregnant.”