Chapter 196 Is it considered a secret lover?

Zhuang Bieyan's voice sounded listless.

He rested his chin on the crook of her neck, his warm breath brushing against her, bringing a ticklish sensation.

Qu He was a little confused by his sudden move.

She pushed him away a little.

Zhuang Bieyan wore a black sweater today, which made her face look somewhat pale. A few strands of hair lazily fell over her forehead, making her look somewhat weak.

She reached out and touched his forehead; it did seem a bit warmer than usual.

Zhuang Bieyan gently rubbed his hand against hers, his tone somewhat aggrieved: "I sent you several messages, but you didn't reply to any of them."

Qu He then remembered her phone and awkwardly explained, "I forgot to charge it when I got home last night, so it shut down automatically. I just plugged it in and turned it on."

She pulled him inside and sat him down on the sofa. "Why do you have a fever? Did you catch a chill after saving someone yesterday? Do you want me to take your temperature? You seem to be feeling quite unwell."

Zhuang Bieyan leaned against her, his arms wrapped around her waist, and shook his head, his voice muffled: "No need to measure, just stay with me. Holding you makes me feel less uncomfortable."

Qu He felt that ever since the two of them had their conversation last night, he had become unusually clingy, as if some strange switch had been flipped.

She nudged his shoulder with amusement: "Mr. Zhuang, wake up! You're thirty! Not three!"

"So Ah-He thinks I'm too old?"

Zhuang Bieyan raised his eyes, his amber eyes glistening with tears. "Didn't you say last night that I would always be your Yanzi brother, and that we would be together forever?"

Qu He was both amused and exasperated by his deliberate misinterpretation and pitiful act.

Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly smelled a burnt smell.

"not good!"

She suddenly realized that the water in the pot had boiled dry!

She exclaimed in surprise and immediately rushed to the kitchen.

The small pot on the stove had boiled dry and was emitting smoke.

In a moment of panic, she reached for the scalding hot glass pot lid with her bare hands, but got burned.

The pot lid slipped from my hand and fell to the ground, but luckily it didn't break.

Qu He rubbed her fingers, which were red from the heat, and looked at the buns in the pot.

Her brunch was completely ruined.

Baozi died.

The sight of their deaths was so gruesome that it was unbearable to look at.

Zhuang Bieyan heard the commotion and ran in to turn off the gas.

Seeing her burned hand, he didn't say a word, pulled her back to the living room, and applied burn ointment to her.

"I'm sorry. If I hadn't lied to you, we wouldn't have broken up, and you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Seeing Zhuang Bieyan's furrowed brows, Qu He comforted him instead, "It's alright, just apply some ointment and it'll be fine soon."

"Compared to this, solving my pregnancy problem is more important."

"Then wait for me a moment."

Zhuang Bieyan applied the medicine to her, ruffled her hair, and then turned and went back into the kitchen.

He rolled up his sweater sleeves and deftly washed the pot, sliced ​​the meat, washed the vegetables, and boiled water to make noodles.

In just over ten minutes, a steaming bowl of noodles with vegetables and shredded pork was served to Qu He.

The soup was clear and bright, with a beautiful poached egg resting on top.

Qu He took a satisfied breath of the aroma.

The steaming hot noodles brought me an indescribable feeling of comfort and satisfaction.

Qu He put down her chopsticks with satisfaction, wiped her mouth clean, and looked up to meet Zhuang Bieyan's smiling and doting gaze.

As if suddenly remembering something, her smile vanished instantly, and she narrowed her eyes to scrutinize him.

"Just a moment ago, this man was terrified of having a fever, weak and needing someone to be with him, but now he's moving so quickly? His skills in chopping vegetables and cooking noodles don't seem like those of a patient at all!"

Zhuang Bieyan's smile froze instantly.

The next second, he held his forehead, his brows furrowed slightly, and began to feign weakness again, his voice lowering: "I feel a little unwell again."

Qu He wasn't buying it. She walked over and placed her hand on his forehead, comparing it to her own.

After repeating this several times, she crossed her arms and looked down at him. "Your body temperature is even lower than mine? Mr. Zhuang Bieyan, please tell me honestly, is this fever real or fake?"

Zhuang Bieyan knew he couldn't hide it any longer, so he decided to go all out and honestly confessed, "It's fake. Because I want to see you, I want to stay by your side, and I can't find any other reason."

Seeing his "I know I was wrong, but I'll do it again next time" attitude, Qu He was both annoyed and amused.

"Didn't you say yesterday that you wouldn't lie to me again? It's only been one night, and you've already gone back on your word?"

"No." Zhuang Bieyan panicked a little and quickly explained, "I had a slight fever in the latter half of last night, but it subsided this morning."

"cut."

Just then, there was a loud rumble outside the window.

The rain poured down, a heavy and torrential autumn downpour.

The balcony window didn't seem to be closed properly, and raindrops drifted in, wetting the clothes that were hanging out to dry.

Qu He got up to close the window.

Zhuang Bieyan, however, closed the window and shut the glass door before she could.

Just as I was closing the window, I glanced downstairs and saw something; my eyes flickered slightly.

He picked up the mop and wiped away the rainwater that had drifted into the balcony. Then he walked over to Qu He, sat down next to her, and naturally put his arm around her shoulder.

"Ahe, when are we going back to Wanhua Garden?"

Qu He leaned against him, playing with his fingers. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Let's wait a little longer. After what happened before, Director Lian still harbors the idea of ​​making us divorce. Now that we're suddenly going back, she'll definitely overthink it. Let's wait until she's calmed down a bit before we talk about it."

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Bieyan frowned, somewhat displeased. "Then what am I now? A secret lover?"

He is the rightful husband!

Empress!

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qu He was amused by his choice of words and nudged him lightly with her elbow.

Zhuang Bieyan took the opportunity to pull her hand and led her to half-lie on his lap.

Qu He looked up at him, the dim light from the window illuminating his sharply defined profile, his eyes filled with tenderness as he gazed at her.

He reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Ahe, our wedding is only a little over two weeks away, but we haven't taken our wedding photos yet."

Qu He blinked, pretending to think for a moment, "Then... wait another two weeks?"

Zhuang Bieyan sighed, her tone even more resentful: "I haven't even tried on the wedding dress yet. If I need to alter the size, two weeks might not be enough."

"Then... ten days?" Qu He took another step back.

"Eh,"

Zhuang Bieyan sighed heavily, "I wonder how long it will take to finalize the guest list. We need to print the invitations in advance..."

Seeing his resentful look, Qu He finally couldn't hold back anymore and surrendered with a smile: "OK! OK! OK! One week! One week is fine, right? We'll move back next weekend!"

Zhuang Bieyan wanted to sigh again, but Qu He's warning glare made him swallow it back.

Seeing that she had clearly softened but was still pretending to be angry, Zhuang Bieyan felt a strong itch in his heart.

He wanted to kiss her, and of course, he did.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Qu He did not resist; she wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to his kiss.

The only sounds in the living room were their intertwined breaths and the rain outside the window. The atmosphere gradually heated up, and their passion ignited, becoming uncontrollable.

Just then, the sound of Director Lian and Teacher Qu talking could be heard from the doorway.

"I told you it was bound to rain this morning, and you still insisted on hanging the clothes out to dry!" Director Lian scolded.

"The weather forecast is inaccurate! It said it would only rain this afternoon!" Teacher Qu's voice was a little aggrieved.

"Can you trust the weather forecast? If you hadn't left your car keys in the classroom, we would have been home long ago."

"Okay, okay, stop scolding me."

"I wasn't cursing you, open the door now. I can't get through to Ahe on the phone either, the balcony might flood."

Qu He sprang to her feet like a carp and shoved Zhuang Bieyan aside.

"It's my mom and my dad!"

She lowered her voice, her face full of panic, "Why are they back?"

Qu He was somewhat flustered, but she didn't notice that Zhuang Bieyan didn't seem surprised at all, as if he already knew.

"Quick, go back to my room and hide for a bit."

Qu He pulled Zhuang Bieyan, dragging and pulling him into the bedroom, then quickly closed the door.

The moment the door closed, the front door opened as well.