He was going to pass Four Seasons soon, and she could give him Mr. Smith's watch then. Even though Qin Yinan said to wait after half an hour, Cheng Qingchong stood by the entrance after twenty minutes.

She waited for fifteen minutes before Qin Yinan's car appeared and slowed to a stop on the other side of the street. It didn't seem like he was going to turn to the hotel, so Cheng Qingchong had no choice but to run across the street in her heels.

Qin Yinan's window was rolled down. His driver was absent; it was Qin Yinan sat in the driver's seat, looking on his phone. His expression had the gentleness that Cheng Qingchong remembered. The memory struck her so suddenly that she stopped moving when she was around three meters away from his car.

After some time, probably curious why Cheng Qingchong hadn't shown herself, Qin Yinan put away his phone and turned to look at the hotel.

Meeting his gaze, Cheng Qingchong came to immediately. She lowered her gaze in a hurry, rushed to his car, and passed the watch that had been wrapped up in plastic seal through the window. "Mr. Qin, Mr. Smith's watch."

Qin Yinan glanced at her without saying a word. After he grabbed the watch, he started the ignition.

Cheng Qingchong immediately pulled her hands back. Standing beside the car, she looked at Qin Yinan. Her lips moved, but she didn't say anything. She didn't take a step back so that Qin Yinan's car could move away without hurting her.

Qin Yinan waited, but since Cheng Qingchong didn't show any sign of moving, he turned around with impatience to look at her. He didn't say anything, but his glare did say a lot.

Cheng Qingchong felt his glare and bit on her bottom lip. She struggled for a while and finally decided to not say anything. She took two steps back, adding, "Take care, Mr. Qin."

As she said so, Qin Yinan stepped on the oil pedal, and the car slowly moved away. Just as the window was going to be rolled up, Cheng Qingchong found a courage surge through her, and she shouted, "Qin Yinan."

Qin Yinan stepped on the brake, and the car stopped.

Cheng Qingchong stood at the back of his car with her hands gripping her uniform.

Just what kind of emergency would compel her to call my name? Just as Cheng Qingchong was wondering what she had done, Qin Yinan's chilling voice came out from the car. "Is there anything else?"

Cheng Qingchong turned around unconsciously, and through the rear-view mirror, she happened to meet Qin Yinan's emotionless eyes.

These few days, she couldn't help herself from observing the man at work. Be it with the hotel workers or Mr. Smith, he would carry himself in the gentle and kind way Cheng Qingchong had associated with the man. She knew that he was a kind, patient gentleman, so she also knew that he must have hated her a lot to be able to adopt such an unfriendly and unapproachable demeanor whenever he interacted with her.

"I…" Cheng Qingchong mumbled softly. "…I, I would like… to ask… ask you…"

Cheng Qingchong stammered several times but was ultimately unable to finish her sentence.

I would like to ask your favor to pretend that we're still married for a few days.

Qin Yinan lost the little patience that he had. He pulled open the compartment, fished out a card, and tossed it out the window. "Miss Cheng, if there is anything else regarding work, please contact my secretary to schedule a meeting. I still have work to attend to."

Then, Qin Yinan stepped on the gas pedal, and the car zoomed away, leaving Cheng Qingchong in the dust.