It's Getting Cooler at Night

On the first day after Qin Wan returned to China, he was blocked in the VIP passage of the airport by his sworn enemy. The man was leaning against the wall lazily, his fingertips filled with sparks of light. "I heard," he blew out a smoke ring with a heavy look in his eyes, "Miss Qin is coming back this time to get married?" I raised my red lips, and the tip of my high heels ran over his shiny uppers gently. "Why, Mr. Fu is so well-informed, is it because you are on the candidate list?" He put out the cigarette, grabbed my wrist, and pressed me against the cold wall. The breath was hot in his ears, but his voice was as cold as ice. "It doesn't matter whether I'm on the list or not." "The important thing is that the last person you marry can only be me."