Chapter 21
Qin Jinnan's office sat in the southeast corner of the building, occupying the entire floor with an open layout.
Flanked by floor-to-ceiling windows on two sides, it overlooked the river, offering a breathtaking, unobstructed view.
But just as the rumors claimed—
The decor was shrouded in deep tones. Black, grey, steel. The atmosphere was heavy, almost oppressive.
He led me inside and pulled me gently onto the black leather sofa.
Then, without a word, he took out a wet towel, squatted in front of me, and began wiping the coffee stains off my hands—slowly, carefully.
From start to finish, I didn't stop him. I couldn't.
My eyes lowered to the man before me.
His usually cold and sharp brows had softened into a gentle curve. A strange tenderness radiated from him—quiet, restrained.
He held my hand, fingers moving over each knuckle one by one, as if the coffee had scorched more than skin.
I stared at Qin Jinnan, my voice barely audible.
"You will…"
He tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't catch my words. "Hm?"
I swallowed hard, trying to calm my pounding heart.
Then I asked the question I'd been holding in since we left the café:
"What are you going to do with her?"