Chapter 140 Difficult to Coax

The bathroom was shrouded in a hazy mist, with a thick, warm white fog that seemed to linger in the air.

The fragrance of jasmine spread even more unrestrainedly in the hot air, rich and fragrant, and even breathing felt watery in the humid air.

A water droplet slowly slid down the glass surface, leaving a broken, winding trail.

Although there was no sound as it fell, Zhuang Bieyan clearly heard a "drip".

It didn't fall to the ground, but gently landed in the lake in my heart where she existed, rippling outwards.

His gaze involuntarily followed the trail of the falling water droplets and landed on the person in front of him.

Qu He stood in the mist, wearing a silk slip dress that accentuated her beautiful curves.

Her wet hair clung to the side of her neck, exuding a captivating charm.

Zhuang Bieyan's breath hitched. Looking at the bath towel in his hand, he realized he had been tricked.

A feeling of helplessness at being schemed against welled up inside him, but before he could even get angry, he met her blinking eyes.

His eyes, damp from the steam, held a hint of cunning, and...

A hint of ingratiation.

Zhuang Bieyan felt the lake in his heart ripple even more violently, with soft waves gently lapping against his chest.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed back the surging emotions, which ultimately turned into a sigh of resignation.

Looking at his expression, Qu He felt a little more confident.

She is a dignified woman, a woman among women, a female among females, capable of both yielding and standing firm!

She reached out and poked his arm. "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. Next time, next time I'll definitely tell you in advance and I'll never act on my own again, okay?"

Her voice was soft, with a hint of coquetry.

Zhuang Bieyan remained silent.

He just stared at her.

Her words reignited the emotions that had just begun to subside.

The heavy breathing in the air, and the rise and fall of his chest, all indicated that he was angry again.

"There will be a next time?"

Zhuang Bieyan is angry!

She was furious that she had clearly realized Yan Shu's trap, but instead of avoiding it, she chose to enter the game alone, putting herself in a dangerous situation.

He was also angry that she didn't tell him about the incident immediately.

Did she realize that what if Qiao Mian hadn't been plotting against her but instead was determined to die together with her? What if the car had hit her with even more force? What if...?

Just thinking about the possible consequences made his heart ache as if it were suffocating, and the fear almost overwhelmed him.

He dared not think about it...

But he couldn't bear to actually be angry with her.

He was even angrier at himself.

Is it that she still doesn't fully trust him?

Is it only by keeping her locked up beside me at all times, under my very nose, that she will obey?

Those dark and vile thoughts popped up uncontrollably, causing me pain and disgust.

Zhuang Bieyan suppressed his emotions.

He looked down at the hand that was holding his, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly.

“Ahe”.

His voice was hoarse and trembling with pleading, "When will you finally think of me first?"

There was no accusation in his words; he was like a devout believer praying for mercy and trust from his one and only God.

At this moment, Zhuang Bieyan is no longer the shrewd and resourceful CEO Zhuang in the business world, but just an ordinary man filled with fear and anxiety because his beloved is in danger.

His vulnerable stance of placing himself in a subordinate position touched Qu He's heart more deeply than any forceful questioning.

He held her in his arms, pressed close to his chest, and she could hear the burning heartbeat emanating from it.

Knowing that his emotions tonight stemmed from worry, Qu He felt a pang of sadness and reached out to hug him back.

So are you still angry?

She rubbed her cheek against his shirt.

“I would definitely be angry. No one can remain calm after seeing their loved one in danger.”

He lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms, and the anger in his heart was replaced by heartache. "But what makes me even angrier is that you didn't tell me right away after you realized something was wrong. I wanted to be someone you could rely on, not someone who was the last to be notified."

Qu He nodded. "I just wanted to see what she was really up to. I'm not stupid."

She muttered softly, "Actually, I was very careful. I even set your number as an emergency contact, checked the brakes before getting in the car, and drove very slowly. I just didn't expect Qiao Mian to rush out at the last minute..."

As she spoke, the hand around her waist tightened, and Qu He realized she had said the wrong thing and quickly stopped herself from speaking.

She looked up and chuckled, "I think you're absolutely right. Next time, I'll definitely tell you next time."

"There will be a next time?" he warned, frowning.

"That's all, that's all."

Qu He quickly changed the subject, "By the way, why was it Officer Gu who responded to the call tonight? Isn't he a criminal investigator?"

Zhuang Bieyan saw through her little scheme, but had no choice but to cooperate and answer, "He just happened to be on vacation and was at the Municipal Bureau handling some trivial matters. When Anda called the police, she mentioned your name, and he followed her."

"Oh." Qu He nodded thoughtfully. "Thank goodness it was him."

"Ahe," he called her name softly.

"Um?"

"Don't let me hear about you from anyone else again, or I'll go crazy."

God knows how he felt when he received Gu Yu's call and heard the words "Qu He may have been in a car accident".

His pride in his rationality vanished in that instant, leaving a void in his heart. He was afraid of losing her again.

Qu He looked at the lingering fear in his eyes and felt a tightening in her heart.

She tugged at his sleeve. "It won't happen again, really."

She responded with an even tighter hug.

Qu He secretly breathed a sigh of relief after noticing that his emotions were gradually calming down and that he was no longer angry.

With the alarm lifted, I became bolder.

Her hands, which were wrapped around his waist, began to wander and draw circles on his back. She complained softly and said coquettishly, "Zhuang Bieyan, it's so hard to coax you when you're angry."

"Is that so?" His voice came from above.

Qu He didn't hear the danger in his voice and nodded emphatically in his arms.

Zhuang Bieyan suddenly loosened his grip a little, holding her shoulders and pushing her away so that she could see his face clearly.

He stared into her eyes, raising an eyebrow in a questioning tone, "But why don't I feel that Mrs. Zhuang is seriously trying to coax me?"

Qu He: "...."

That was a miscalculation; we were careless.

Zhuang Bieyan's eyes gradually darkened, and the low pressure that had just dissipated gathered again, as if a small dark cloud had risen above his head once more.

Qu He looked at his feigned anger, her eyes clearly conveying two words:

You're just trying to coax me!

"...."

She is now experiencing what it's like to be a eunuch—willing but unable.

It's like I've mistakenly entered the imperial palace.

You have to fill the hole you dug for yourself, even if it hurts.

She took a deep breath, hugged his arm and shook it, "Husband."

Zhuang Bieyan's lips twitched slightly, but he still managed to keep his expression unchanged.

Qu He intensified her efforts, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him:

"My husband looked so handsome at the police station tonight! He was like a domineering CEO from a novel. Compared to you, everyone else is just a drop in the ocean."

"Oh? Mrs. Zhuang has seen quite a few other men as well."

"...."

What a blunder! Another disaster.