Chapter 48 What important business requires taking off clothes?

The last few words were particularly ambiguous, and Qu He gasped as she looked at the face so close to hers.

She silently took a step back, but he pulled her along, and she almost fell into his arms.

"My house is...very small, I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind, there's room for me no matter how small it is. I will do my best to fulfill my obligations."

"No, you're welcome."

Qu He turned her face away; her face was burning hot.

Zhuang Bieyan's lips curled into an uncontrollable smile as he propped himself up on the bed with one hand, his fingers tapping absently.

Seeing that he had agreed to the first two points, Qu He calmed down and continued, "The last thing also needs to be discussed."

At this point, she looked up and met Zhuang Bieyan's eyes directly, her gaze filled with a resolute determination, "You..."

The words caught in my throat.

Looking into Zhuang Bieyan's smiling eyes, she instantly lost the courage to speak.

"Hmm?" He waited patiently, gently stroking her hair with his fingertips.

It feels very soft.

Seeing her sigh, Zhuang Bieyan began to wonder what the last thing was that was worth all this trouble.

“Okay,” he said.

Qu He looked at him in confusion, "But I haven't said anything yet."

Zhuang Bieyan gently ruffled her hair, his movements unusually tender. "I'll agree to anything. I can't bear to see you frown."

His Ahe should be forever radiant.

Qu Hexin's heart skipped a beat. "What if I said I don't want a child right now?"

A silence fell over the room.

The room fell silent instantly, with only the sound of the air conditioner shutting off.

After Qu He finished speaking, she looked into Zhuang Bieyan's eyes.

But her fingernails were digging tightly into her palm.

In fact, both she and Zhuang Bieyan have reached an important stage in their lives. Especially for a wealthy and powerful family like the Zhuang family, having offspring is certainly very important.

But she couldn't do it.

Those seven years of betrayal were like a thorn stuck deep in her heart. She couldn't bring herself to have a new life with someone she had just married without any resentment.

Especially for her and Zhuang Bieyan, getting married under such circumstances, if they had a child without any clear understanding of the situation, it would be unfair to everyone, not to mention that she was not prepared to be a mother.

Qu He didn't know what Zhuang Bieyan was thinking, but she was prepared to be rejected because this time she wanted to put herself first.

If he disagrees, then he should go to Old Master Zhuang, take the rest of the beatings for him, and then find an opportunity to apologize to Zhuang Bieyan.

Just then, she felt a pair of hands cover her. Zhuang Bieyan gently pried open her tightly clenched palms, his fingertips rubbing the nail marks on her palms.

"What would you do if I said I disagreed?" His voice was soft, and his emotions were unreadable.

really...

Qu He gave a self-deprecating smile and said what had been on her mind.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she felt her palm being squeezed. The pressure wasn't strong, but it carried a hint of punishment.

She looked up at the "instigator".

Zhuang Bieyan's eyes were deep and dark as he gently rubbed her palm with his fingertips. "My answer has never changed. I still say that my wife will always be my number one priority."

As he spoke, he suddenly leaned close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against it, making it tickle.

Zhuang Bieyan chuckled, "However... rather than thinking about how to be a good mother, I hope you can practice trusting me first."

Qu He was stunned.

My wife will always be my number one priority.

I first heard this phrase at the PADA dessert shop.

Hearing the same words again evokes a different feeling.

She never imagined she would become the subject of that quote.

Seeing her lost in thought, Zhuang Bieyan curled his lips, slowly hooked his fingers around her hair, then let go, as if he had found something fun to play with.

"Anything else?" he asked. "Whatever you ask for, I'll grant it."

Qu He shook her head, her heart still pounding. "That's all. I've said everything I wanted to say."

Finally, remembering something, she looked up at him and asked, "And what about you? If you have any requests, or any family rules that I need to follow, you can tell me."

Qu He looked at him intently, like a student waiting to be assigned homework.

Zhuang Bieyan suppressed a smile, deliberately frowned, and after a moment he slowly spoke, "There is indeed something."

Qu He pulled his hand away from her hair. "You said I'm ready."

He pretended to be deep in thought and even let out a long sigh.

Qu Hexin was hoisted high into the air, and one hundred and eight thoughts flashed through her mind.

After all, the Zhuang family has 320 rules. Does that mean we have to pay our respects every day? Or do we have to learn to cook?

"A lot? Then I'll record it on my phone." She hurried to get her phone.

“No need,” Zhuang Bieyan said, pulling her back. “There’s only one thing.”

Qu He held her breath.

“It’s the wedding. Getting the marriage certificate tomorrow would be too rushed, but the wedding is essential.” He looked into her eyes, utterly serious. “All the necessary ceremonies must be included.”

"wedding?"

Zhuang Bieyan narrowed his eyes, grasped Qu He's hand, and squeezed his palm. "Don't you want to have a wedding?"

That tone, that look...

Qu He inexplicably sensed a hint of resentment in his words, and had the feeling that if she dared to say "I don't want to," he would throw a tantrum the next second.

Is this still the Zhuang family's Yu Shu, who was rumored to be upright, honest, and self-disciplined?

Why isn't it the same person she saw...?

Zhuang Bieyan seemed to get addicted to pinching her hands, and later he even rubbed them while drawing circles.

"Hmm?" he uttered.

"Can."

"Okay, I'll go prepare for the wedding. You can tell me if you need anything."

Qu He nodded.

His fingers were still causing trouble in his palm, itching terribly.

Just as Qu He was about to pull her hand away, she heard Zhuang Bieyan laugh, "Now that we've finished talking, it's time to get down to business."

"Is this serious business?"

Before Qu He could understand what he meant, she saw him start unbuttoning his shirt.

One, two...

"What...what are you doing?"

Serious business?

What important business requires taking off your clothes?

Is it some kind of 'serious business'?

Qu He panicked for a moment, unsure whether to help him pull up his clothes first or cover her own eyes.

Then a soft laugh reached her ears, "Qu He, it's just applying medicine, what are you thinking?"

Apply...apply the medicine?

Qu He's hand froze in mid-air.

Seeing Zhuang Bieyan's ambiguous smile, her face flushed even more.

She seems to have misunderstood something just now.

A tube of cold ointment was shoved into his hand, and Zhuang Bieyan's voice rang out above him, slightly hoarse, "The injury on my back is not visible, so please help me apply some ointment, Madam."

"Oh, okay, sure."

Zhuang Bieyan took off his shirt and turned his back.

The marks from the sticks on my back muscles have become red and swollen over time, crisscrossing and shocking to behold.

Qu He's heart tightened. She squeezed out the ointment and gently applied it. She remembered that when her mother applied medicine to her when she was little, she would always blow on it gently. She subconsciously leaned over and blew on the wound as well.

"Hmm..."

A suppressed groan suddenly rang out, its tone slightly hoarse and restrained.

Qu He was startled and quickly stopped. "Does it hurt? I'm sorry, can I be gentler?"

"It doesn't hurt, this is fine."

Zhuang Bieyan's voice was somewhat strained; he lowered his head and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

The pain from the beating was nothing.

That whistle she blew just now was really dangerous; I almost lost control in front of her.

After applying the medicine, you have to wait for the ointment to dry before you can put on your clothes. Zhuang Bieyan sat on the edge of the bed with his upper body bare.

Under the lights, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were clearly visible, and every inch of his muscles exuded power.

Qu He dared not look any longer and hurriedly looked away, but then suddenly remembered something.

"Xiao Xi just called me and said you were bleeding. What happened?" She hadn't seen any blood on him at all.

Zhuang Bieyan frowned slightly, then chuckled, "It's red ink. I accidentally spilled it while copying the family precepts in the study."

Qu He suddenly realized.

I see, and I felt a sense of relief.

Zhuang Bieyan smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have worried you."

Qu He shook her head; her heartbeat began to become irregular again.

Zhuang Bieyan raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "It's getting late. Shall we go to our guest room to rest?"

On a whim, Qu He blurted out, "Am I not sleeping here?"