Chapter 150 Don't go with him, I'll go crazy

In Wanhua Garden, each apartment has one unit per floor, and the entrance hall is located right at the elevator entrance.

At that moment, Zhuang Bieyan had just put away his phone at the elevator entrance.

The elevator rang, and when I looked up, I saw Qian Zhaoye holding Qu He's wrist, and she looked dejected.

The typhoon is about to make landfall.

At noon, he specifically instructed Tan Cong to prepare lunch and send it to Heyuefang, but Tan Cong returned the lunch untouched and reported that Heyuefang was closed today.

It's not surprising that Heyuefang closed its doors during the typhoon.

But Qu He didn't tell him about this.

She looked unwell ever since she returned from the art exhibition yesterday, and seemed distracted. I initially thought it was because the air conditioning had upset her or she was tired.

But when it was time for dinner, her condition not only did not improve, but she also made an excuse to go back to her room after eating only a few bites.

At night, she no longer rolls into his arms as usual, but instead curls up in a corner with her back to him, wrapped in the blanket.

When pressed for details, he only vaguely replied that he was too tired.

Today, they have even concealed the fact that Heyuefang has closed down.

With all these unusual occurrences combined, Zhuang Bieyan lost all interest in work and drove back to Wanhua Garden.

She was nowhere to be seen at home.

Just as they were about to send someone, Tan Cong reported in time that she had gone to the company to find him.

He calculated that she would be arriving soon and was thinking of going downstairs to meet her, but he didn't expect to see this scene at the elevator entrance.

Inside the elevator.

Qu He withdrew her hand almost as soon as Qian Zhaoye's hand touched her.

Unexpectedly, the elevator doors opened at that moment, and this hasty action, in Zhuang Bieyan's eyes, inexplicably carried a hint of trying to cover up something and feeling guilty.

She didn't know why the farewell banquet was held at the elevator entrance.

When she saw the look in his eyes, a look of shock mixed with disbelief and pain, her heart clenched, and her first instinct was to explain.

But when the words reached her lips, the thought of his deceptions made her swallow back the explanation that was on the tip of her tongue.

On what grounds?

He repeatedly concealed his past with Yan Shu, treating her like a substitute and making her his fool. Why should she bother explaining herself to him?

What qualifications does he have?

A surge of resentment welled up inside me.

Qu He turned her head to avoid his gaze, walked straight out of the elevator, and brushed past him without looking at him.

“Ahe”.

Qian Zhaoye called out to her retreating figure with resentment, "I will wait for you."

After saying that, he deliberately looked at Zhuang Bieyan and gave a provocative fake smile.

The elevator doors slowly closed and began to descend.

Qian Zhaoye's straight back slumped instantly, as if all his strength had been drained away. Cold sweat soaked through his shirt, which clung to his back.

The fierce look Zhuang Bieyan gave him just now could be described as if he wanted to devour him alive.

After calming his racing heart, he took out his phone and made a call.

The beeping sound of entering the password pulled Zhuang Bieyan back to reality.

Qu He ignored Qian Zhaoye's nauseating scream and went straight to the door to enter the password.

Zhuang Bieyan followed closely behind and went inside.

The air pressure inside the room was terrifyingly low.

He instinctively reached out to take her bag, but she dodged it.

I wanted to get her slippers, but she beat me to it.

All signs indicate that she is resisting him.

Why?

Because of Qian Zhaoye?

Has that man made her waver again?

Just thinking about this makes my heart clench so tightly I feel like I'm suffocating.

At this moment, Qu He, having changed her shoes, suddenly turned around and looked up at him.

The dependence and tenderness of the past were gone from her eyes, replaced only by scrutiny and coldness.

Zhuang Bieyan's heart skipped a beat, and as if to avoid the question, she spoke first, "I'll go get you a glass of water."

Qu He blocked his path, staring directly at him, "Just now..."

"Don't say it," Zhuang Bieyan interrupted her, reaching out to pull her tightly into his arms. "Don't say it, Ahe, don't mention his name."

Qu He's rebellious nature flared up; the more he didn't want to listen, the more she insisted on talking.

She struggled, a hint of stubbornness in her voice, "Qian Zhaoye came to see me today because..."

"Don't say it, don't call him." Zhuang Bieyan tightened his arms, wrapping them tightly around her waist, pleading, "Ahe, don't go with him, I'll go crazy."

crazy?

Hearing these words at this moment, Qu He felt it was incredibly ironic.

She couldn't help but want to laugh, and the tears she had managed to suppress welled up in her eyes again.

Would he go crazy without her?

Or will he go crazy without her as Yan Shu's substitute?

Qu He pushed him away forcefully, pressing her hands against his chest to push him further away.

She looked at him, and all the grievances, bitterness, and anger in her heart surged up at once. "Zhuang Bieyan, why did you marry me?"

"Or rather, why did you choose me?" she asked again.

The dim yellow light in the entryway drew an invisible dividing line between the two.

Qu He stared at him without blinking.

This farewell banquet is my last chance to give you.

As long as you speak up and explain clearly.

Whether you're a stand-in or have a past, as long as you're honest.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Zhuang Bieyan did not evade the question, answering with utmost seriousness: "Because I love you."

There was no explanation, no details, just these five words.

Qu He forced a smile, a smile more painful than a grimace: "Do you really love me? Look me in the eye and tell me, do you love the Qu He standing before you right now, or are you looking through me at someone else's shadow?"

"Only you." His answer remained as resolute as ever. "From beginning to end, it's only you."

He reached out to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, but Qu He dodged away.

I'm exhausted, both physically and mentally.

All my strength vanished at that moment. I no longer wanted to discern the truth or falsehood in his words, and I didn't even have the energy to argue.

Qu He turned to leave.

Without hesitation, Zhuang Bieyan stepped forward and took her hand.

Seeing her increasingly pale face, he felt a pang of heartache.

"Where are you going?" His voice trembled slightly.

Qu He stopped in her tracks, but did not turn around.

Her back looked thin and fragile, and Zhuang Bieyan dared not let go of her hand, fearing the feeling of losing control if he couldn't hold onto her.

Finally, Qu He slowly turned around, her face calm.

"I want to go and rest."

"I'll stay with you."

Qu He looked up at him, her gaze distant. "I want to rest alone, is that alright?"

May I?

These three transformed into ice blades and pierced Zhuang Bieyan's heart.

She had never spoken to him in such a polite tone before.

Is she cutting ties with him, or is she pushing him out of her world?

Zhuang Bieyan's hand trembled slightly, and finally fell limply to his side.

All his words were stuck in his throat by her words, unable to come up or down, choking him painfully.

He wanted to hold her tightly, desperately pleading with her not to do this to him...

But in the end, he did nothing.

He managed to squeeze out a "good" from his dry throat.

Zhuang Bieyan watched as Qu He turned and walked towards the bedroom again.

The door opened and closed, leaving him alone in the large house.

Zhuang Bieyan leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, and calmed the uncontrollable dull pain in his chest.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, all that remained was darkness.

He took out his phone and quickly dialed a number. "Find out immediately what exactly happened at yesterday's art exhibition. I need to know every single detail."

I don't know what they said on the other end.

He paused, then added, "Also, find out exactly where Madam went this afternoon, where she went, and who she met."

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Bieyan remained standing there, staring intently at the closed bedroom door.

He needed to know what had changed her overnight!