Song Nuan stared at the man on the bed, consumed by frenzied hatred.
Gu Qichen had truly fallen in love with Qin He!
She had tried to deal with Qin He before, but she hadn't expected that wretched woman to be so troublesome!
Not only the Qin family but even those from Ming Chi all sided with Qin He, leaving her isolated and helpless!
Weren't those people just thinking the Qin family was rich?
Song Nuan looked at Gu Qichen on the bed, her gaze turning sinister as her mind raced.
Her reputation online was terrible now. Apart from her die-hard fans, everyone else was slandering her!
Clearly, Gu Qichen had treated her very well before! He had even divorced Qin He for her!
It was all Qin He's fault, that wretched woman, using her wiles to seduce men, playing hard to get to lure her man away!
Song Nuan took a deep breath. She had to get Gu Qichen sooner rather than later, to make the deed done.
Gu Qichen was a responsible man; otherwise, he wouldn't have treated her so well for so many years because of that past life-saving favor.
Song Nuan unzipped her dress and slowly shed her clothes. When she was only in her underwear, she reached out to unbutton Gu Qichen's shirt.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, feeling inexplicably nervous.
In all the years she had been with Gu Qichen, he had never touched her.
As her hand unbuttoned the first button, it was suddenly gripped tightly.
She looked up, meeting Gu Qichen's hazy gaze!
Song Nuan gritted her teeth, her hand trembling, afraid to speak. A few seconds later, smelling the strong scent of alcohol, she remembered that Gu Qichen was still drunk.
"Qichen," Song Nuan leaned down, her lips moving closer to him.
The overwhelming smell of alcohol mixed with the man's cold aura made Song Nuan feel like she was getting drunk too.
Just as her lips were about to touch him, Gu Qichen pushed her away.
"You're not Qin He!"
Qin He smelled so good, but the woman before him didn't have that scent.
Gu Qichen's head was swimming. He frowned after pushing Song Nuan away.
Where was Qin He?
Song Nuan gritted her teeth and scrambled up from the floor in her underwear.
Her fingernails dug into her palm. She was unwilling and resentful. Even if she lost all dignity, she was determined to make Gu Qichen take responsibility for her!
Song Nuan stood there for a moment, watching as the man closed his eyes. She was enraged.
A few seconds later, her eyes flickered.
If he was asleep, it was better; some things would be easier to conceal—
Song Nuan turned and went to the kitchen, found a fruit knife, bit her lip, and finally chose to lightly slice her thigh in a place that wouldn't be easily discovered—
The next day.
At ten o'clock, Gu Qichen woke up with a hangover.
He rubbed his forehead and sat up. Seeing the surroundings, his face turned cold!
This wasn't Sen Garden. Where was he?
Gu Qichen stood up. On the floor, his jacket and the woman's dress were mixed together intimately.
His gaze fell on the bed, and Gu Qichen's eyes tightened. A bright red stain bloomed on the bedsheet, making his face stiffen.
The sound of water came from the bathroom, and the door opened.
Gu Qichen turned to look. Song Nuan, wrapped in a bath towel and barefoot, walked out of the bathroom, her hair damp, her face slightly flushed.
"Qichen, you're awake." Song Nuan spoke shyly.
Gu Qichen's heart sank.
"How did I end up here?"
"You, you drank too much last night, so—" Song Nuan seemed too embarrassed to finish. "Qichen, I truly belong to you now."
Gu Qichen pursed his lips tightly. A chill spread from his heart to his limbs.
He had slept with Song Nuan. If Qin He found out—
How could this have happened?!
Gu Qichen picked up the shirt that had fallen on the floor.
Song Nuan hurried over: "Qichen, I've prepared a clean shirt for you, it's here."
Neatly folded, the shirt was placed on the bedside table. Song Nuan held it out to him.
"Don't, touch, me." Gu Qichen buttoned his shirt, picked up his jacket, and walked out coldly.
Song Nuan hurried to catch up, grabbing his sleeve: "Qichen, you, where are you going? We've already… Will you not take responsibility for me?"
He roughly shook off Song Nuan's hand.
"Song Nuan, I distinctly remember being near the Qin family last night. Why did I wake up at your place?" Gu Qichen's expression was icy and sinister.
Song Nuan trembled all over: "I, I was passing by and saw you drunk alone in your car, so I brought you back—"
Gu Qichen's hand clamped onto Song Nuan's chin, his eyes sharp and fierce: "Song Nuan, don't ever appear before me again!"
His tone was suppressed with extreme killing intent.
Song Nuan trembled all over. Why had this happened?
This wasn't what she had planned!
Gu Qichen—why!
She had "given" her first time!
Why did he look at her as if he hated her!
"Qichen!"
Gu Qichen didn't respond and slammed the door shut as he left.
With a troubled expression, he took out his phone from his pocket and immediately called Yu Jing.
"Where were you last night?"
"President Gu!" Yu Jing's voice was tense. "I went to buy you water, and you were gone!"
Yu Jing had returned and couldn't find Gu Qichen. He immediately started investigating. Having followed Gu Qichen for many years, he was extremely capable. Before long, he located him via GPS.
"I found out you were at Miss Song's house, but when I got there, Miss Song said you were sleeping and didn't want to be disturbed, so I waited downstairs for you!"
Going downstairs, Gu Qichen saw the car parked below.
Yu Jing got out of the car and hurried over: "President Gu!"
Gu Qichen's face was grim: "Why didn't you get me out last night?"
Yu Jing was taken aback: "You, when Miss Song opened the door, she was only wearing a bath towel, and you were lying on the bed. I thought—"
Gu Qichen opened the car door and got in.
"Contact Xingyue, cut off all resources under Song Nuan's name, and terminate the contract with her!"
Yu Jing drove, acknowledging the order.
Gu Qichen sat in the back seat, his mind in a haze.
He rarely got drunk. Yesterday, it was because of Qin He, but he never expected this to happen.
Qin He seemed to be drifting further and further away from him.
His heart ached, and even his breathing felt painful.
…
Qin Corporation.
Qin He, with Qin Yun, was handling official business.
After signing a few documents, it was soon time for the weekly meeting.
Zhou Yang entered the office: "The Secretary's Office has prepared the materials for the weekly meeting. President Qin, Young President Qin, you can proceed to the conference room."
Qin He paused slightly: "Did you hire new staff in the Secretary's Office recently?"
Zhou Yang nodded: "Two were hired, one male and one female."
"I see. What's the woman's name?" Qin He asked nonchalantly.
Zhou Yang replied: "Di Shishi. She graduated with a Ph.D. in Economics from Haverford, USA—"
Her resume was brilliant, and she had won various awards.
Qin He smirked slightly. Ti Shi, Di Shishi.
The name was indeed a bit lazy, but it was normal. No one would connect the name of a secretary to Ti Shi, the administrator of the Dark Web's Qingyan Manor.
The few administrators of Qingyan Manor got along like family, with extremely high trust. Over the years, whenever they took on missions, they could entrust their lives to each other.
Qin He smiled, in a very good mood.