Nan Sichen barely glanced at Qin Han. He gently lifted his eyes as dark and deep as obsidian, and his gaze fell on Qin Yin.
Everyone thought he would say something, but he didn't utter a single word. Instead, he wrapped his arm around Qin Yin's shoulder, slowly stepping away from the crowd.
Indeed, he was a man of few words. Although he seldom spoke, his every gaze and every move radiated nobility and elegance, as well as a cold aloofness that warned others not to approach.
Qin Han stood behind him, watching him intimately hold Qin Yin as they left. Her eyes were filled with bitterness and resentment. She glared at Qin Yin with clenched teeth, vowing that one day she would replace Qin Yin. Whether as the young mistress of the Qin family or Mrs. Nan, all positions would be hers.
