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As the sky darkened, by the time Wen He brought Qin Yan to a brewery and they sat down, it was nearly eight o'clock.
Wen He seemed to be in a bad mood, wanting to drown his sorrows in alcohol. He boldly ordered two rounds of three liters of draft beer right away.
Qin Yan: "..."
Neither of them had eaten dinner, so Wen He ordered some food. While Wen He was placing the order, Qin Yan's phone rang. He turned slightly to answer, "Hello..."
"Hello what!" Qin Mu's furious voice roared, "Qin Yan, you better explain yourself! I was only a little late! How dare you stand me up?!"
"..." Qin Yan helplessly glanced at Wen He, who was still ordering, and rubbed his face. "I had something come up last minute."
"Something?!" Qin Mu cursed, "You figure it out—do you want your dear sister or your trivial matters!"
Without hesitation, Qin Yan replied, "Trivial matters."
Qin Mu: "……………"
"I can't get away right now; just invite a few friends to eat together. I'll cover the bill," Qin Yan compromised.
"Why didn't you say that earlier? Just go away, goodbye!"
Click! Beep beep beep...
Qin Yan: "…………"
The so-called correct way for siblings to interact is—mutual competition in strength, love, and conflict!
After hanging up the phone, Wen He had just finished placing her order. She turned to see Qin Yan looking as if he had been dusted off and took a sip of her beer, asking, "What's wrong? Something happened?"
Qin Yan calmly put away his phone and replied, "Nothing."
Wen He took another sip of beer, observing Qin Yan's indifferent expression. Suddenly, she felt a bit perplexed; she had impulsively dragged him out for drinks!
They had only met two or three times before, and the total number of words exchanged probably didn't exceed twenty. Now, sitting across from each other like this, Wen He found herself at a loss for words.
Fortunately, it seemed that Qin Yan also had no intention of speaking. He raised his glass and sipped his beer, his lazy gaze fixed outside the window without shifting.
Wen He pouted.
Fine.
Since that's the case, she would just drink on her own.
By the time the dishes were served, the originally full glass of beer had already been half consumed by Wen He.
She didn't drink often, so her tolerance was just average. Having downed so much on an empty stomach, Wen He was probably feeling a bit tipsy when she suddenly spoke up, "Hey!"
Qin Yan was taken aback for a moment, glancing at her without saying a word.
Wen He, whose originally fair face had taken on a hint of redness, asked, "Why aren't you speaking?"
Qin Yan was somewhat surprised. "Is this all it takes to get you drunk?"
"...I'm not that weak, okay?" Wen He rolled her eyes, picked up some vegetables with her chopsticks and put them in her mouth. She then said, "Hey, do you know why I'm going on blind dates?"
Qin Yan responded with a confused expression.
Wen He continued, "I want to get married early, haha..."
Qin Yan remained silent.
As she spoke, Wen He felt a bit choked up inside. She raised her glass and downed the beer in one go, trying to act relaxed. "Get married early and then improve my life."
Qin Yan raised an eyebrow. "…Relying on your husband?"
Wen He furrowed her brow for a moment, paused as if realizing his implication, and quickly retorted, "What nonsense! My family is quite wealthy! Do I look like someone who only wants to marry into a rich family like a scheming gold digger?"
Qin Yan stayed silent.
Wen He’s expression fell as she fiddled with a piece of meat in her bowl with her chopsticks and opened up. "My mom passed away when I was young, and my dad remarried not long after and had another son. My dad wants me to take over the family business, but I went abroad to study music against his wishes. When I returned home, I thought he wouldn't pressure me anymore, but... every time we meet, we end up arguing after just a couple of sentences and parting ways unhappily..."
"So you want to get married to get away from your dad?" Qin Yan chuckled, "You're really quite foolish."
Wen He asked, "What do you mean?"
Qin Yan replied, "Even if you get married, your dad will still be your dad. You'll still have to call him 'dad.' As long as he doesn't give up, he'll still cling to you to inherit the family business."
Wen He said, "Exactly! I need to get married quickly so my husband can take over the family business!"
Qin Yan questioned, "Is that really how you feel?"
Wen He fell silent, her brows furrowing slightly as if Qin Yan had touched on her deepest resistance. Suddenly, she burst into tears. "I don't want this either! Who doesn't want to find someone they like? But I just can't find anyone!"
Qin Yan silently observed the crying woman in front of him. She had fair skin, delicate features, and exquisite beauty. Her long black hair shone brightly, and when she smiled, her eyes curved charmingly, making her incredibly captivating.
"You are quite beautiful," Qin Yan said, feeling a warmth in his ears. His gaze drifted slightly, revealing a hint of unnoticeable emotions beneath the surface.
Wen He didn't think much of it and replied candidly, "I know, but none of the people pursuing me are ones I like..." Her gaze landed on Qin Yan, and suddenly she thought of something else. She changed the subject and asked, "How old are you?"
Qin Yan answered, "Twenty-eight."
Wen He asked again, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"
Qin Yan lightly coughed and replied softly, "...No."
Wen He was a bit surprised and continued, "Do you have someone you like now?"
Qin Yan felt that the atmosphere was somewhat strange: "… No."
Wen He asked, "What are you doing for work now?"
Qin Yan replied, "Finance."
Wen He inquired, "Do you own your own company?"
Qin Yan nodded, suddenly feeling an unwanted premonition…
Wen He pondered for a moment and said, "How about we give it a try?"
Sure enough!
Qin Yan responded, "… You've had too much to drink."
Wen He patted his flushed face and said, "I think I might have… but you can consider my suggestion."
Qin Yan remained silent.
In the end, after they finished all the drinks on the table, Wen He was completely drunk, slumped over the table, mumbling incoherently about who knows what…
Qin Yan had a slightly better alcohol tolerance than her, but he had drunk quite a bit on an empty stomach, so he was feeling the effects now, though thankfully his mind was still clear.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, glancing at the woman in front of him who was almost unconscious. A smirk appeared on his lips.
She was completely defenseless, getting drunk in front of a man like this...
After finishing one cigarette, he raised his hand to call the waiter for the bill.
Since he couldn't drive after drinking, Qin Yan called for a chauffeur. Once he had Wen He in his arms and settled into the back seat of his Land Rover, he suddenly realized—where was Wen He's home?
The chauffeur in the front seat took a glance at Qin Yan through the rearview mirror and asked, "Which hotel are we going to?"
Qin Yan gave him a cold glance, closed the back door, and replied coldly, "Yujing Community."
The chauffeur was taken aback. Seeing the gloomy expression on Qin Yan's face, he wisely kept quiet and drove on.
Wen He seemed to have fallen asleep; she remained quiet throughout the ride and didn't wake up even when they arrived at Qin Yan's apartment building.
With no other choice, Qin Yan carried her into the elevator.
Once inside the apartment, he turned on the lights. Wen He, who had been sleeping in his arms, stirred slightly at the brightness. Not feeling any sympathy, Qin Yan tossed her onto the sofa and turned to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of warm water.
Wen He felt dizzy and glanced around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Taking the water from Qin Yan's hand, she asked, "Where is this?"
Qin Yan: "My home."
Wen He took a sip of water and nodded absentmindedly: "Oh."
After she finished a glass of water, Qin Yan led her into the bedroom, saying, "This is Qin Mu's room. It's too late for you to go back alone; just stay here for the night."
Wen He scratched her head: "I want to take a shower..."
Can she still shower in this state? Qin Yan looked at her in disbelief, but eventually compromised and went to Qin Mu's wardrobe to get her a women's nightgown, following her wishes.
Qin Yan took a quick shower in his room. After about twenty minutes without any sign of movement from Qin Mu's room, he felt a bit uneasy and decided to check the bathroom in Qin Mu's room.
Sure enough, she still hadn't come out...
He walked to the bathroom door and knocked: "Wen He... Wen He..."
There was no response from inside.
Qin Yan helplessly rubbed his forehead. Could she have fallen asleep?
After hesitating for a moment, he was about to turn around to get the key when the bathroom door opened from the inside, releasing a wave of fragrant shower gel along with a cloud of steam.
Wen He emerged wearing the nightgown Qin Yan had brought her. Her delicate arms were as white as snow, and her fair face was dotted with droplets of water. Her features were gentle; her small nose and dark eyes seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, causing Qin Yan's heart to skip a beat as he stood frozen in place.
Wen He glanced at the tall man in front of her, feeling confused. "When did you come in?"
Qin Yan snapped back to reality, his gaze slightly shifting upward to avoid her. "Why did you take so long to wash up?"
Wen He chuckled awkwardly. "I accidentally fell asleep..."
As she spoke, she stepped toward the bed, noticing some water on the floor that made it a bit slippery. Just as she took a step, her foot slipped, and she lost her balance, falling backward uncontrollably.
Qin Yan was standing beside her and quickly reached out to catch her waist, pulling her safely into his arms.
Wen He took a moment to regain her senses, feeling the warmth of his chest in front of her, and suddenly looked up.
The air seemed to freeze as Qin Yan stared at her without moving, momentarily captivated by the soft sensation in his hands, forgetting to let go.
As they locked eyes, Wen He swallowed hard, feeling her body temperature rise gradually. Her gaze slowly traveled from his handsome brows down to his slightly dry lips that were pressed together.
With a soft gulp, she instinctively swallowed again.
In the next moment, she rose onto her tiptoes and boldly leaned in to kiss Qin Yan.
He was taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise, but unexpectedly did not pull away. Instead, he tightened his grip around her waist and raised his other hand to the back of her head, taking control.
Thus—
"…It hurts, be gentler!" Wen He furrowed her brows tightly and raised her hand to push the man on top of her.
Qin Yan's handsome face was drenched in cold sweat, his brows knitted together without relaxing for a moment. He struggled to press himself closer to Wen He, letting out a muffled groan.
Wen He felt an unbearable pain and pushed against his shoulder. "No more, Qin Yan, it hurts too much, I can't take it anymore!"
Qin Yan opened his eyes, enduring the pain as he glanced at her. Lowering his body, his voice was hoarse, "Is this something you can just decide not to do? Hmm?"
Then, he suddenly thrust his waist forward.
"Ah—" Wen He immediately burst into tears.
…
After what felt like an eternity, the two lay side by side on the large bed, staring at the ceiling. Beneath the thin blanket were their bare bodies.
Wen He slowly turned her head to look at Qin Yan's clear profile. Unable to hold back any longer, she burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Qin Yan, was that four minutes? Or three and a half?"
Qin Yan paused, his face turning pale as he turned to face her, blushing furiously.
"Hahaha, it's all our first time! I understand!" Wen He comfortingly patted Qin Yan's shoulder, unable to contain her laughter as it grew even stronger.
Qin Yan, annoyed, puffed out his cheeks and threw off the blanket before rolling over to cover her again.
Wen He was completely unaffected by him, lying beneath him and laughing breathlessly, "What are you doing... hahaha?"
Qin Yan pressed his heated desire against her waist, his voice dark, "I'm going to make you cry."
Wen He: "..."
Later that night, Wen He personally experienced the feeling of *** crying.
——
Five days later, on Wednesday evening, Wen He finished work with her team and took the elevator down with Su Wan, who was waiting for Fu Weiheng to drive out.
As they joked and walked to the entrance, Su Wan smiled but hadn't responded to Wen He's words when she caught a glimpse of Qin Yan leaning against a Land Rover not far behind Wen He. She froze, "Brother?"
Wen He suddenly jolted and turned her head shakily.
Sure enough, Qin Yan's tall and sturdy figure was slowly walking toward them.
Wen He quickly turned back, covering her face and about to run, but her wrist was grabbed first.
Qin Yan pulled her wrist firmly, his gaze landing on Su Wan, speaking lightly, "I need to talk to her."
Su Wan was stunned, watching Wen He wave at her as if she were unwilling hundreds of times, asking, "Brother, what do you want to do?"
Qin Yan pulled Wen He to his side and nodded towards Su Wan, saying, "It's none of your business, your husband is here."
Su Wan instinctively turned her head and saw the familiar Cayenne slowly driving out of the underground parking garage, then coming to a steady stop beside her.
Looking at Qin Yan's determined expression, she found it hard to face the Cayenne.
Wen He, knowing that Su Wan was in a difficult position, gritted her teeth and decided to let her get in the car. "Guan Guan, you go ahead. I need to talk to your brother. Go on."
At that moment, Fu Weiheng lowered the car window and asked Su Wan, "What's wrong?"
She glanced at Fu Weiheng, hesitated for a moment, and finally walked around to the passenger seat of the Cayenne, opened the door, and got in.
As the Cayenne gradually drove away, the two standing at the company entrance heard Fu Weiheng's calm voice say, "Don't worry, your brother isn't the type to do anything immoral."
Qin Yan: "…………"
After watching the Cayenne leave, Qin Yan said nothing more and pulled Wen He into his Land Rover.
The two remained silent all the way to Qin Yan's apartment.
Wen He: "…… Why did you bring me home when we could just talk?"
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