Chapter 4 What a huge "surprise"!

Qu He's body stiffened completely.

I felt a chill rise from the soles of my feet and rush straight to the top of my head, freezing all the blood and nervous system in my body instantly.

What was Qian Zhaoye just saying?

Qu He slowly raised her head and looked at the face that was so close to hers, the face she had loved for seven years.

On that face she knew so well, at this moment, there was a matter-of-fact smile and a blatantly scrutinizing gaze, as if it were subjecting her to an "aesthetic transformation."

disappointment.

It is endless disappointment.

Tired of outdated business attire?

Want to wear a pretty dress?

Does he feel more at ease looking at it?

Every word he uttered was like a poisoned knife, stabbing viciously into his own chest.

Qu He opened her lips, but it felt like she had a blockage in her chest, and she couldn't make a sound.

She could only scream silently in her heart!

Am I just naturally inclined to wear what you call "old-fashioned" business attire?

Is it that I don't like wearing pretty dresses?

Qian Zhaoye...have you forgotten?!

Over the past five years, there have been countless times when I accompanied you to social events until midnight, wearing high heels and business attire. At those times, you would say, "Ahe is amazing. You dress like a queen. Nobody dares to underestimate you!"

And now...

With a flippant tone and a condescending attitude, you repeatedly criticized my old-fashioned clothes and my lack of beauty, demanding that I wear a dress to please you!

This is simply the cruelest and most absurd joke in the world!

Qian Zhaoye, do you even have a heart?!

Qu He looked at the fake smile on his face and felt utterly disgusted!

Normally, Qian Zhaoye would have noticed that Qu He's emotions were off, but right now his mind was filled with the scene from the wedding dress shop.

He lifted Qu He's chin and leaned closer: "Ahe, I want you..."

Qu He felt a chill run through her body; his breath on her face felt like a venomous snake crawling inside her.

She abruptly turned her head away and threw the flowers back into his arms, causing Qian Zhaoye to stumble.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Qian Zhaoye was completely bewildered by her reaction. Any man would feel uncomfortable being interrupted at this moment. His anger was already showing on his face, but he quickly put on a tolerant smile.

He rubbed Qu He's shoulders. "Okay, then I'll wait for you in the bedroom."

Qu He practically fled into the bathroom, and after locking the door, she leaned on the sink, panting heavily.

She turned on the tap and let the water wash over her hands. She rubbed her skin vigorously, but she couldn't wash away the touch that Qian Zhaoye had left on her body.

His scent, his touch, his hypocrisy...

Her pale face was reflected in the mirror, and there was a deep bloody mark on her lip from where she had bitten it.

What should she do?

At that moment, Qu He caught a glimpse of a striking black patch peeking out from under the mirror cabinet.

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

She instinctively held her breath and, with trembling hands, slowly reached out and opened the mirror cabinet door.

Behind the mirror cabinet door was a black thread that had been crumpled into a ball.

A laceration was torn open at the base of her thigh, revealing an unspoken lust!

Qu He's mind went blank with a "buzz"!

Those black stockings aren't hers!

She never wears this style!

However, besides her, only one other person has a key to this bridal chamber!

Qu He gripped the black silk tightly, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, her heart feeling as if it were being torn apart by something.

Qian Zhaoye! He brought Qiao Mian here before!

“Ahe, from now on you are the only mistress of this house!” The scene of Qian Zhaoye kneeling on one knee and placing the key in her palm three years ago is still vivid in her mind.

But now, those so-called vows of eternal love have turned into the most vicious curse in the world!

Qian Zhaoye betrayed their love and trampled on her dignity.

He brought another woman into their marital home!

She arrived at the wedding room, which she had meticulously decorated and watched being renovated bit by bit!

Where did they do it?

Was it on that wool rug in the living room that she had personally chosen? It was there that Qian Zhaoye once hugged her and said they would watch movies together for the rest of their lives.

Was it still on the marble countertop in the kitchen? The place where he had once clumsily cooked her a bowl of egg noodles for her birthday.

Or perhaps... on the wedding bed they chose together?

That place where she had imagined countless times how they would sleep in each other's arms and nurture new life together.

A wave of nausea washed over her, and Qu He could no longer suppress her nausea. She leaned over the sink and began to dry heave.

But I couldn't vomit anything except stomach acid...

The bitter taste burned in my throat.

So dirty!

This house is so dirty!

The air is so dirty!

The things they touched were so dirty!

Everything is so dirty!

Qu He reacted as if she had been burned, and suddenly threw away the black stockings in her hand.

My body moved backward uncontrollably until my back slammed heavily against the door.

That video of him and Qiao Mian having an affair in the car...

That pair of black stockings, so alluring and striking...

Countless scenes flashed and jumped before my eyes.

Qu He's eyes were empty, like a well that had dried up for a thousand years; endless disgust and humiliation enveloped her.

When her gaze fell on the black stockings on the floor, she staggered to the mirror cabinet and pulled out a pair of scissors from a pile of items.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the scissors and picked up the disgusting black stocking again, her hands trembling violently.

The scissors fell hard, making a piercing tearing sound.

Qu He continued her movements without stopping.

It seemed that by doing this, she could erase everything they had left in the house.

Tears blurred her vision, bitterness mixed with despair and pain.

As if venting her anger, she threw the scissors and black stockings away violently.

A sharp pain shot through my fingertip.

A cut was made on my left index finger, and bright red blood kept gushing out, dripping onto the off-white ceramic tiles.

The pain and blood brought her to her senses, but the biting chill lingered for a long time.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Qian Zhaoye's feignedly gentle voice came through the door, tinged with impatience and urging desire: "Baby, are you done? Don't keep me waiting too long..."

The sound was like a bucket of boiling oil poured onto Qu He's heart.

Such a scenario had already occurred thousands of times in the days she was unaware of.

She was so foolish to be kept in the dark!

In an instant, all the pain, despair, and anger were ignited.

This is her fiancé...

This is the man she has loved for seven years...

This is what she considered "unique"...

What should she do?

Who will compensate her for those seven years of her youth, the best seven years of her life?

Someone please save her...

Qu He stared at the scissors on the tiles not far away. She slowly walked over, bent down, and picked up the scissors again.

The cold metal handle gave her a strange sense of comfort.

She stood up and walked step by step toward the door that separated her from hypocrisy and lies.

Even through the door, Qu He could imagine the fake smile on his face.

The sharp point of the scissors was already pressed against the door panel, which was the location of Qian Zhaoye's heart outside the door.

The knuckles holding the scissors gradually turned white as a crazy idea screamed wildly in my mind.

Use these scissors to plunge them deep into Qian Zhaoye's heart!

Let's see what color his heart really is.

Is it red, or has it been corrupted by lies and betrayal, turning into a black like rotten mud?

The air was eerily quiet, save for her rapid, suppressed breathing and the man's knocking on the door again.

After a long while, Qu He slowly grasped the doorknob...