Chapter 6: You tore my shirt

"Mr. Lu, good afternoon." Qin Yan greeted him with a sheepish smile and explained, "I don't have an access card, so they wouldn't let me in, and I didn't have your contact information, so I could only wait here. Luckily, you came back early."

Lu Qianchuan was expressionless as he pointed to the suitcase behind her. "Are these yours?"

"Yes, the suitcase is a bit heavy, you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man took a few long strides and moved the suitcase to the trunk, so she had to swallow the rest of her words.

When the man returned, he said, "ID card, give it to me."

"Ah?" Qin Yan was confused but still searched for her ID in her bag.

The ID was in her bag, and she still needed to rummage for it. The man seemed somewhat impatient and directly handed his own marriage certificate to the security guard.

"This is my wife; register her."

"..."

Qin Yan looked at him in surprise.

The security guard stared at him in shock.

It took a while for the guard to come to his senses. Thinking that he had just driven Lu's wife away and even said some unpleasant things, his face turned pale instantly.

The other security guard reacted and took the marriage certificate in a panic to register it.

"Mrs. Lu, I'm really sorry just now; we didn't know you and Mr. Lu were married. I wish you a happy marriage." When returning the marriage certificate to Lu Qianchuan, the guard said fawningly.

"Thank you." Lu Qianchuan took back the marriage certificate, put it in his pocket, and turned to look at the woman holding her ID. "Mrs. Lu, it's registered, get in the car."

"... Okay."

Qin Yan hadn't expected him to be so frank about making their relationship public.

After getting in the car, she heard the man ask, "Do you mind if I tell others you are my wife?"

"No, I don't mind. As long as it's not going in front of Gu He'an to make our relationship public, I can accept it."

Lu Qianchuan nodded and took her into the car.

Qin Yan thought for a moment and asked, "For the sake of convenience, can we add each other's contact information?"

Lu Qianchuan glanced at her and took out his phone, displaying the QR code.

Qin Yan scanned it and added him. Originally, she wanted to note his name, but fearing that others would see them messaging, she changed the note to "Lu."

Lu—would that be too obvious?

She changed it to "Deer (Lu) Antler."

Deer antler—for virility.

The car entered the parking lot, and she followed the man upstairs into his apartment.

She had been wearing his shoes before; there were no shoes prepared for her here, so she had to continue wearing his.

"Come here."

She was pushing her suitcase toward the living room when she was grabbed by the wrist by the man and dragged back, nearly falling into him.

After she stood steady, she couldn't help but complain, "Mr. Lu, is there anything that can't be said properly? I have legs; I would have walked over to you. From now on, we're under the same roof; can you have a little patience with me?"

Lu Qianchuan glanced at her legs. She was wearing tight jeans, her calves were slender, and her long legs were well-proportioned, but she would take detours and walk in front of other men. If he hadn't grabbed her, she wouldn't have walked in front of him.

He pointed to the door lock, expressionless and businesslike.

"This door doesn't have a key; it's a password, fingerprint lock, and facial scan. Let's record your fingerprint first."

"Alright, sorry to trouble you, Mr. Lu. Your place is really big, three or four hundred square meters, right? Do you live here alone? There are very few signs of life here; it looks like a model home. Do you really live here all the time?" Qin Yan scanned the surroundings, asking curiously.

"Hand."

Hearing the man's reminder, Qin Yan obediently extended her hand and was gripped by him.

"..." The man's palm pressed against the back of her hand; she felt as if she had been scalded and stopped talking.

She raised her eyes to look at the back of the man's hand. Several veins were distributed on his wheat-colored skin, his fingers were long, and his knuckles were distinct. Grabbing her index finger was like lighting a fire on her finger, and the fire spread rapidly to her heart, causing her to tremble.

*Beep. * The smart door lock alerted that the recording was successful.

"Congratulations, sir, you finally have a mistress of the house."

"..." Qin Yan blushed.

Mistress of the house.

This was a declaration that she would be the owner of this place from now on.

A smart door lock was even better at talking than this Lu Qianchuan!

Finally finished, she pushed her suitcase to the living room, while the silent man had absolutely no awareness of hosting a guest.

This didn't look like he was inviting her to move in.

It looked more like she had broken in by force, and he didn't have a hint of a welcoming expression.

She had no choice but to ask, "Which room do I sleep in?"

"As a married couple, which room could you sleep in?"

"... Alright, your master bedroom. Then I'll pack my things. If you have any taboos, you should remind me."

Lu Qianchuan didn't speak but went directly to open his bedroom door.

Qin Yan looked at his handsome face.

He was truly good-looking, but this temper—so dull.

Her mouth was dry from talking, and he hadn't said more than a few words.

How did he manage to hold it in?

Or did he have an opinion about her and didn't like talking to her?

After all, their marriage was a business cooperation. Suddenly intervening in his life, her talking too much and disturbing him was also quite annoying.

Qin Yan didn't want to make a fool of herself, so she stopped talking.

She pushed her suitcase into the closet to pack her clothes and soon filled the other empty side of the closet.

She had few clothes, mostly gray, white, and black, while the man's styles were diverse and the colors even more varied, forming a sharp contrast between the two sides.

Opening the other suitcase, a box fell out. She reached out to pick it up, but another large hand picked it up first.

Lu Qianchuan hadn't heard the woman's voice for a long time and thought she didn't like it here, so he helped pick up the jewelry box.

Qin Yan explained awkwardly, "This is the wedding ring Gu He'an gave me. Isn't it ugly? I'm planning to take it to the second-hand market to sell."

He opened the box, looked at the ring inside, and mocked.

"Worthless."

"Such a large diamond ring, if I sell it cheap, it should at least be worth a few hundred thousand, right? Mr. Lu has high status, and the things you buy are expensive, so I can understand if you look down on it."

Qin Yan glanced at the gray-green watch on his wrist—a Patek Philippe Chromatic Perpetual Calendar classic collection, which must be very expensive.

Behind the watch were cufflinks; she didn't know what kind of gemstones they were, but the matte luster was low-key yet expensive. They were even larger than the diamond on the ring in the box. Perhaps the value of a single cufflink was higher than that of the diamond ring, so it was normal for him to look down on it.

"This box is a private brand customization." Lu Qianchuan took out the ring. "The diamond is fake; it's crystal, worth at most two thousand."

"...!" Qin Yan's expression stiffened.

A fake marriage certificate.

A fake wedding ring.

Gu He'an, you really are hypocritical!

She took a deep breath. "It doesn't matter if the diamond is fake, as long as this card can still be swiped."

"You took my dowry, yet you're swiping another man's card—playing both sides?"

Lu Qianchuan threw the ring into the box in disgust, his eyes staring dangerously at her.

Qin Yan hurriedly explained, "Don't misunderstand. I'm using his card because when I deal with him, I don't want to spend my own money."

Seeing the man's expression darken, his sharp gaze fixed directly on her, she broke out in a cold sweat.

She explained again, "Don't worry, although I was a bit drunk when I slept with you last night, I was very sober when we registered today. I will respect this marriage and won't betray you. As for the entanglement with Gu He'an, sigh, Mr. Lu... you..."

Suddenly, the man's tall body leaned close to her.

She smelled the scent of cold fir mixed with cedar on the man, like sparks ignited in a winter night. The sparks splashed into her nasal cavity, her brain was burned into a stutter, and she heard the man ask.

"Last night, you tore my shirt, remember?" ===== CHAPTER 7 =====