Chapter 175 Guarantee Letter

On the way home.

In the back seat, Qu He leaned against Zhuang Bieyan's chest, his suit already soaked with a dark patch of her tears.

Zhuang Bieyan looked down at the person in his arms who was sobbing, sighed helplessly and with heartache, and gently patted her back.

He didn't mean to make her cry.

I'm just afraid that if I don't say some things now, it will be too late.

Qu He looked up from his embrace, wiping her tears with a tissue, her voice thick with emotion: "Why did you suddenly say those things, making me cry like this?"

Zhuang Bieyan lowered his head, his forehead touching the top of her head. "Ahe, those words are things I've kept in my heart for a long time, things I've always wanted to tell you."

One sentence brought tears to Qu He's eyes again.

Zhuang Bieyan could only continue to coax gently, "We're going to the city park to watch fireworks tonight. If your eyes are swollen from crying, you won't look good in the photos."

A Chinese woman whose life is dedicated to making films!

Qu He sniffed, trying to stop her tears.

A gentle smile spread across Zhuang Bieyan's eyes.

He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Oh, right,” Qu He remembered something and asked, “how did you end up there? Wasn’t there supposed to be a very important meeting this afternoon?”

Zhuang Bieyan ruffled her hair and patiently explained, "Do you remember those two girls from Beicheng University that we met in Luanshan? They saw the live stream of you being surrounded by reporters online, and they used that business card to contact Tan Cong."

Qu He suddenly realized what was happening, and a warmth filled her heart.

It turns out that some encounters were foreshadowed long ago.

Qu He raised her head, her eyes blurry with tears as she looked into Zhuang Bieyan's eyes.

Her image was clearly reflected there.

And there is also an incredibly sincere love.

She doesn't seem so determined to find that memory anymore.

Forgetting is regrettable, but Zhuang Bieyan's embrace is warm and his voice is genuine.

He loves her, and she loves him; that's enough.

Let bygones be bygones.

She no longer wanted to search for her memories; she just wanted to be with him and move towards the future from this moment on.

"Zhuang Bieyan, after watching the fireworks tonight, I have something to tell you."

Qu He decided that at the moment the fireworks burst open, she would tell him that she was no longer clinging to the past.

Zhuang Bieyan looked at her eyes, which seemed somewhat different from usual. Although he didn't know what she wanted to say, his heart tightened.

He lowered his head and gently placed a kiss on Qu He's head, tender and affectionate, "Okay."

We arrived at Wanhua Garden.

Zhuang Bieyan originally wanted to stay with her a little longer, but he had to leave because of a phone call from Tan Cong.

Qu He saw him to the door, "Go ahead and get busy, we'll see you at the City Park tonight."

"Shall I pick you up tonight?"

Zhuang Bieyan looked at her, his eyes filled with reluctance.

He didn't know what the outcome would be after he confessed everything tonight; all he wanted to do right now was to be with her as much as possible.

"No need, it's a detour for you to come from the company. I can just take a taxi, it's very convenient."

“No,” Zhuang Bieyan said firmly. “Then I’ll have the driver pick you up. I’m worried about you after what happened today.”

Qu He couldn't refuse him, so she had no choice but to nod and agree: "Okay, okay."

The two parted reluctantly.

Zhuang bid farewell to the banquet, went downstairs, and got into the car.

The driver glanced at the pensive man in the rearview mirror and respectfully asked, "Mr. Zhuang, Assistant Tan just called to ask if we should go straight back to the company?"

Zhuang Bieyan was silent for a moment before saying, "No, let's go back to the Zhuang residence first."

"OK."

Tonight, Zhuangxi Kindergarten is holding a Mid-Autumn Festival performance. Zhuang Liuyue was about to go out for a nursing appointment when she saw Zhuang Bieyan's car from the balcony.

She was a little surprised and went downstairs to ask Aunt Wang in the kitchen, "Is Ayan back?"

Aunt Wang: "Yes, he just got back. He seemed to be in a hurry. He went straight upstairs without saying whether he wanted to stay for dinner."

Zhuang Liuyue glanced thoughtfully in the direction of Zhuang Bieyan's bedroom upstairs.

Inside the bedroom, Zhuang Bieyan took an A4-sized safe from the bookcase, entered the password, and opened it.

Inside was a photo album as thick as a finger.

The album's outer casing was carefully wrapped in a transparent protective film.

He carefully opened it, and a piece of paper with yellowed and slightly rough edges slipped out from inside.

On the paper were childish pencil marks, crooked and messy, interspersed with a few Chinese characters replaced by pinyin:

【Protect Zhen】

From now on, every year.

Yanzi's older brother wants to come and see Ah He, and go to school.

Bao Zhengren: Qu He

Guarantor: Yanzi's brother

However, the line below "Guarantor: Brother Yanzi" was crossed out forcefully with a black pen.

Beneath the scratches were three fluent and powerful characters written later: Zhuang Bie Yan.

His hand gently stroked the paper, his eyes swirling with complex emotions.

There is nostalgia, there is bitterness, but there is also endless tenderness.

He clipped the papers back together and flipped through the photo album page by page.

The album is filled with photos taken with an instant camera.

The original photos have faded somewhat, showing a little girl with pigtails running through the alleys of Yujia Ferry, tiptoeing to pick bayberries, and sleeping on a small wooden table...

They were all young Quhe.

As the album pages turned, the little girl in the photos gradually grew up, her features matured, and she shed her childishness.

Then, the background of the photo changed.

It has become the gate of different schools in the northern part of the city, and the site of the annual entrance ceremony.

From kindergarten, with pouting lips and tears in her eyes, to elementary school, wearing a red scarf, then middle school, high school, and finally, the photo of her standing on tiptoe to sign the freshman wall on the day of the freshman orientation ceremony at Beicheng University.

In the years when she had completely forgotten him.

He stubbornly walked through every one of her opening ceremonies alone, keeping their promise and fulfilling the vow that little girl had written in pinyin years ago.

Zhuang Bieyan closed the photo album, his eyes welling up with tears.

He hugged the photo album tightly and turned to leave.

But in the instant he turned around, he saw Zhuang Liuyue standing at the door.

Her gaze was deep, filled with understanding and heartache.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly when her gaze fell on the photo album in his hand.

A thousand words are contained in this one glance.

Zhuang Liuyue silently stepped aside to make way for him.

Zhuang Bieyan, holding the photo album, strode outside.

"Ayan," Zhuang Liuyue called softly from behind him.

Zhuang Bieyan paused in his steps.

Zhuang Liuyue said gently, "I hope you will be happy. In our Zhuang family, someone has to be able to find happiness."

Zhuang Bieyan turned his back to her and remained silent for a long while.

"We will, sis."

After saying that, he didn't linger and strode away.

Zhuang Liuyue stood there, watching his departing figure, a relieved smile curving her lips.

After returning from the Qinglan Cup event, Qu He's heart was racing.

She thought it was because of her strong emotions earlier. So she quickly washed up, set her alarm, and went back to sleep.

Her dreams were not peaceful; a blurry shadow always swayed before her eyes, haunting her, yet she could not grasp its specific form.

Until I was startled awake by the alarm clock.

Even though I slept for nearly two hours, I still felt weak and even more tired than before I slept.

She mustered her spirits, chose an outfit suitable for an evening date, put on light makeup, and prepared to head to the city's amusement park.

As she walked downstairs at Wanhua Garden, a black Maybach happened to drive up and stop in front of her.

Qu He was still a little confused. The driver seemed to arrive faster than expected, even though Zhuang Bieyan had clearly said that the driver would arrive in ten minutes.

She sent Zhuang Bieyan a message and opened the back door of the car.

However, as soon as she got in the car, she realized something was wrong.

The car's fragrance wasn't the one usually used at Zhuangbieyan, and the interior layout was also different.

Her heart tightened, and she looked up at the driver in the driver's seat—a completely unfamiliar profile!

not good!

Qu He immediately reached for the door handle, wanting to get out of the car.

But it was too late!

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the back seat and covered her mouth and nose.

A pungent odor filled my nasal cavity.

"Hmm..."

Qu He struggled for a moment.

But a wave of dizziness hit me instantly, everything went black, and I completely lost consciousness.

The black Maybach slowly drove away from Wanhua Park and blended into the evening traffic, as if nothing had happened.