Chapter 108 Zhuang Bieyan was injured for her sake

Morning.

Qu He only discovered that the red string tied to her left wrist was missing when she was washing up.

It was definitely there before I went to bed last night, did it fall off?

While eating breakfast, she originally wanted to ask Zhuang Bieyan if he had seen the red string, but when she looked up, she saw that his right hand was also empty.

Qu He's heart trembled, and a vague guess surfaced in her mind.

After finishing breakfast, she went back to her bedroom to change her clothes.

She closed the door and went straight to the bedside, reaching under his pillow without hesitation.

My fingers quickly reached the sachet.

She took out the rope and looked inside. Sure enough, there were two thin, intertwined red ropes inside, indistinguishable from one another.

Qu He couldn't help but smile, and muttered in a low voice, "You childish brat."

Even so, an indescribable sweetness spread from the bottom of my heart, slightly dispelling the unease hidden there.

Does his belief in those words mean he has completely let go of the past and is willing to move forward with her?

Qu He smiled and was about to put the sachet back when she remembered the wishes the two of them had written on the paper last night.

Those two pieces of paper are now inside the sachet. She can take them out and look at them secretly without Zhuang Bieyan knowing.

Qu He was very curious to know what he had written.

Will it be the same as what she wrote?

My hand is already inside the sachet; all I have to do is take it out and I'll know the answer.

Her fingertips hesitated and curled, but at the last moment before touching the paper, she withdrew her hand.

Forget it, I'm not going to watch it.

At this moment, Qu He admitted her cowardice. What if... what if it wasn't what she wanted to see? Besides, Zhuang Bieyan had said he would show it to her when the time was right.

Let's wait a little longer.

Qu He restored the sachet to its original state, placed it back under the pillow, and carefully patted the pillow, as if hiding a secret, or as if guarding a sweet memory.

She changed her clothes again and went out as if nothing had happened.

In the living room, the program's director was already waiting to discuss today's recording with her. Just as she was about to leave, Qu He noticed that Zhuang Bieyan's attire was different from usual.

A denim blue short-sleeved shirt paired with dark jeans gives off a youthful and refreshing vibe, shedding the usual serious and dignified look of a suit and tie.

When Qu He saw his outfit, alarm bells went off instantly.

The last time I saw Zhuang Bieyan dressed like this was to confuse her and take her to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor.

Could it be...?

What kind of trick is he going to pull this time?

Qu He looked at her suspiciously, "What are you doing today...?"

Zhuang Bieyan looked over, his expression natural: "What's wrong?"

Qu He suppressed her doubts and said, "It's nothing."

Upon arriving at the recording site, the man who had clearly stated yesterday that he did not want to appear on camera actually followed him directly to the pottery classroom today.

His arrival drew endless praise.

"Mr. Zhuang looks so handsome today! I thought some male college student had walked in."

"At first glance, I thought our program had a new guest. Mr. Zhuang has a great presence even without a suit."

Zhuang Bieyan simply nodded slightly and politely replied, "Thank you."

During breaks in recording, the directing team needs to adjust the camera positions and equipment.

Qu He couldn't hold back any longer. She pulled Zhuang Bieyan to the next lounge, closed the door, and asked, "Tell me honestly, do you have a lover here?"

Zhuang Bieyan chuckled and reached out to embrace her, "Isn't your lover?"

Qu He dodged his hand, her gaze scrutinizing him: "Don't interrupt. You're all dressed up so flamboyantly today, and you keep hanging around in front of the camera, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Dressed up in a flamboyant manner?" Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow, his tone innocent: "This is just normal clothing for a thirty-year-old man."

Qu He narrowed her eyes, a sudden thought flashing through her mind, "Zhuang Bieyan...you didn't listen to those comments online and want to look younger, did you?"

She recalled that after he posted a video of himself making brown sugar ginger tea yesterday, netizens commented, "Older men really know how to take care of people." She had even shared it with him as a joke yesterday.

Could it be that he actually believed it?

Zhuang Bieyan's eyes flashed, and he leaned closer to her, "Do I look very old?"

He stared into Qu He's eyes, a dangerous glint in them.

The more he acted this way, the more certain Qu He became.

She suddenly felt a bit teasing and ran her fingers along his shirt collar. "Mr. Zhuang, are you having age anxiety?"

As soon as he finished speaking, she pulled him into her arms and pinched his cheek lightly twice.

Qu He laughed and slapped his hand away, lifted herself up from his embrace, and pretended to be serious as she straightened her collar.

She jokingly said in a serious tone, "Mr. Zhuang, being three years older than a man is like holding a gold brick! Although it's said that a man over thirty is sixty-five, I won't look down on you."

Zhuang Bieyan was amused by her words, tightened his arms around her, and whispered something suggestive in her ear.

Qu He blushed instantly, pushed him away forcefully, escaped from his embrace, opened the door, and walked out.

Outside the door, Yan Shu was standing there at some point.

Qu He was taken aback.

Yan Shu looked natural, as if she had just arrived. She smiled and said, "Teacher Qu He, the camera angles for the program have been adjusted."

Qu He nodded hastily, "Oh, okay, thank you."

She walked quickly back to the recording site, not having time to think about why the production team would send a guest to inform her to prepare for recording, and not noticing the complicated glance Yan Shu gave her towards the dressing room door behind her.

The afternoon was the open day recording session. The production team selected some fans who had registered online to come to the site for a pottery experience.

Qu He and Yan Shu were assigned to teach pottery throwing. Unexpectedly, Yan Shu was very skilled at it, as if she had received special training. The two worked together quite well.

Before the open day event ended, there was a group photo session, and she and Yan Shu were surrounded and moved to the center.

After the group photo was taken, Qu He noticed a suspicious figure lurking in the corner.

She had noticed this man earlier.

While throwing clay, he repeatedly made excuses to get Yan Shu to get closer to him. When taking photos, he even squeezed past the girl standing next to him and stood behind Yan Shu, staring at her with an abnormally eager gaze.

She sensed something was wrong and was about to remind the production crew when she saw the man with a lewd expression suddenly rush towards Yan Shu.

No one present had time to react.

Qu He was standing next to Yan Shu. Seeing that the man was about to hug her, she subconsciously pulled Yan Shu's hand and hid in her direction.

The man hadn't expected this, and he immediately turned and lunged towards them.

Qu He finally managed to stand up and was about to call out when she was suddenly pushed in the lower back by a force, and she fell to the side.

The place where they took their photo was a wall of broken porcelain shards built by the Celadon Town for artistic effect. The sharp shards protrude and could easily cause scratches.

With that push, Qu He fell headlong into the wall of broken porcelain shards, and her face was sure to be ruined.

Just when she thought she was going to crash into the wall, an embrace wrapped around her from behind, and the next second, with a "thud," the two of them crashed into the wall of broken porcelain.

A muffled groan came from behind.

"Mr. Zhuang! Are you alright?"

Before Qu He could react, Yan Shu, who had run over, pushed her away.

She was completely devoid of her usual composure and elegance, squatting down beside Zhuang Bieyan to check his back, her face full of heartache and worry.