Chapter 76 The Strategy of "Chasing" Someone

Qu He has been racking her brains these past few days trying to figure out how to make Zhuang Bieyan fall in love with her.

After telling Si Yue about it on the phone, she confidently took on the task: "Senior! Leave this to me! I guarantee I'll help you win over President Zhuang and make him fall head over heels in love with you!"

Chase?

Qu He savored this word.

Is this... considered pursuing someone?

But for someone like her to start plotting to make him fall in love with her before she even likes him herself... doesn't that seem like the behavior of a "scumbag" woman?

Listening to Si Yue's confident tone on the phone, Qu He felt it was unreliable.

After hanging up the phone, she started searching online for tips on how to win someone over. A flood of posts appeared, dazzling her.

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[A good atmosphere combined with proactive approach will guarantee you win over your dream partner!]

How to tell if someone likes you? Test them with these three things!

[Pursuit strategies? Forget about them! Three tricks to make your significant other confess their feelings.]

The titles were all incredibly intimidating, leaving Qu He completely bewildered. It took her a long time to finally grasp the gist of it.

In the evening, Zhuang Bieyan was preparing dinner in the kitchen when Qu He glanced at the first tip in her phone's notes: "Show your personal charm at the right time, including but not limited to demonstrating life skills and creating a sense of shared participation."

Cooking skills?

She glanced at the people in the kitchen, took a deep breath, and walked over.

She leaned against the kitchen doorframe with one hand and asked casually, "What are you doing?"

Zhuang Bieyan didn't stop what he was doing. He looked up at her and smiled, "I'm processing prawns. Didn't you say you wanted to eat some after watching a video yesterday?"

Oh right, she seemed to have mentioned it casually while watching videos yesterday.

shrimp?

It shouldn't be too difficult, right?

She's someone who's lived independently for a few years and has dealt with things before.

Qu He rubbed her hands together, eager to help, and volunteered: "Let me help you."

Zhuang Bieyan shook his head without even thinking: "No need, it'll be ready soon, don't get involved."

"Oh, it's alright! Let me do it!"

She squeezed in, scooped a shrimp out of the pool, and picked up scissors to remove the shrimp vein.

But that shrimp was too lively and uncooperative.

Qu He pouted and put it down with disdain: "This one doesn't feel right, let's get another one!"

She picked out a slightly more docile one, and with a swift movement, cut off the shrimp's head and whiskers, then gave it a final tug!

Perfect!

She proudly waved the shrimp in front of Zhuang Bieyan, "How about that? Impressive, right?"

Zhuang Bieyan made no attempt to hide his praise: "Amazing!"

Qu He was flattered and became very motivated, her hands moving faster and faster.

But before I knew it, the scissors slipped and cut my fingertip, and a bead of blood immediately welled up.

"hiss..."

Zhuang Bieyan immediately stopped what he was doing, washed his hands, and led her to the living room. He took out a first-aid kit, disinfected her hands, and applied a bandage.

Seeing his furrowed brow, Qu He whispered to comfort him, "It's alright, it's just a small cut. It would have almost healed if it hadn't been treated."

He looked up, gazed at her intently, and finally sighed helplessly.

Since then, Qu He has been completely stripped of her right to enter the kitchen and forced to retire from the culinary world.

He failed to win his first battle and was also injured.

Qu He was not discouraged. If one path is blocked, try another! All roads lead to the heart.

She recalled an online guide that said, "Attention to detail and care are crucial; you must make the other person feel valued at all times!"

Qu He agreed, that makes perfect sense!

She scrolled through her chat history with Zhuang Bieyan, and the screen was basically filled with his instructions:

It's going to rain tomorrow, remember to bring an umbrella.

It's dry today, so I put some warm pear soup in my bag. Remember to drink it.

[I've already bought you this week's milk tea. Don't drink it too cold, drink it slowly.]

In contrast, her replies are usually just "oh," "okay," or "um," at most with a perfunctory emoji.

Compared to her, she does indeed seem...very inconsiderate!

Qu He glanced at the time; it was almost noon.

She immediately opened her chat window with Zhuang Bieyan and began carefully editing: 【Good afternoon~ You must have worked hard this morning, remember to eat lunch on time! [Sun]】

Click send.

After thinking about it, I felt it wasn't vivid enough, so I carefully selected a picture of a little rabbit giving you a back massage from the emoji library and sent it over.

Looking at the loving greeting she had sent, Qu He nodded in satisfaction.

For three consecutive days, Zhuang Bieyan received Qu He's greetings and that familiar little rabbit emoji at noon.

Zhuang's Group, President's Office.

Zhuang Bieyan was processing documents when his phone beeped.

He glanced at the time reflexively; it was 11:40.

I picked up the phone, and sure enough, it was that familiar profile picture and rabbit emoji greeting again.

He didn't really understand what Qu He meant by sending those inexplicable messages over the past few days, but he would always go along with it by sending her photos of lunch.

The multinational conference just ended this morning, so lunch has been postponed.

He picked up his phone and replied: "Haven't eaten yet today."

The reply came very quickly.

Wife: [Little rabbit tilting its head in confusion.jpg]

Wife: [Are you busy today?]

Zhuang Bieyan: [Just finished a meeting.]

After the message was sent, there was a moment of silence on the other end.

Soon, a new message popped up:

Wife: [Well... do you want me to bring you some food? [Little bunny rubbing hands expectantly.jpg]]

Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled a little.

He hardly hesitated.

Zhuang Bieyan: [Good.]

Wife: [Wait for me! I'll be there in half an hour! [Little bunny running.jpg]]

Zhuang Bieyan: [Okay, no rush, be careful on the road. [Little rabbit waiting.jpg]]

When Tan Cong across from him saw his boss, Zhuang, he had a look of utter disbelief.

Just then, the secretary knocked on the door and came in: "Mr. Zhuang, your lunch is ready. Would you like it delivered now?"

Zhuang Bieyan looked at her, his words carrying a hint of boasting: "No need. My wife will personally bring me food later."

secretary:"!!!"

Tan Cong: "????!!!!!"

Zhuang Bieyan looked at Tan Cong, who was still frozen in shock, and instructed, "You go down and pick her up yourself later."

Tan Cong nodded blankly: "Okay, President Zhuang."

After finishing the last document, Tan Cong was about to leave when he was called back.

Zhuang Bieyan: "Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

Tan Cong: "..."

Boss, if you want to insult me, just say so. You don't need to beat around the bush like this.

Zhuang Bieyan glanced at him disdainfully and changed her question: "If someone sends you a greeting message at the same time every day, asking if you've had lunch, what does that mean?"

Who is Tan Cong?

To rise to the position of Zhuang Bieyan's top assistant, one must be no ordinary person.

He immediately understood.

He cleared his throat and began to make things up: "President Zhuang, based on my extensive... uh, theoretical experience, this kind of behavior is usually a direct expression of liking or caring about someone!"

Zhuang Bieyan looked up and gave him a "continue" look.

Encouraged, Tan Cong became even more enthusiastic: "Think about it, she sends you messages on time every day, which means she's always thinking about you! It's a subtle yet persistent way of pursuing you! She might not be completely sure of your feelings yet, so she's using this daily care to hint at them, test you, and slowly infiltrate your life..."

He spouted a whole bunch of theories combining relationship psychology and internet jokes, but Zhuang Bieyan across from him only caught a few key words.

"You like him?"

"Chase him?"

"Test him?"

...

He recalled Qu He's unusual behavior these past few days... and it seemed like everything made sense now.

Zhuang Bieyan suppressed the upward curve of his lips, but his heart was still filled with joy.

Tan Cong's mouth was almost dry from talking, but he noticed that his boss seemed to have drifted off into thought.

He cautiously called out, "President Zhuang?"

Zhuang Bieyan snapped out of his daze, composed himself, and gave a faint "hmm".

"I understand, you can go out now."

Tan Cong: "..."

That's it? I analyzed it for so long, and all I got in return was an "um"?

Ruthless capitalists!

He internally groaned, then respectfully turned and left.

Just as they were about to leave, they heard Zhuang Bieyan's voice from behind: "Yu Shan asked me to ask."

Tan Cong: "..."

Young Master Yu? You're kidding me! Who would believe that!

But the next second, he immediately nodded: "Okay, Mr. Zhuang, I understand. I'll go out now."

"Um."

On the other end, Qu He was overwhelmed by the news that she had impulsively agreed to deliver lunch!

Half an hour is too little time, and besides, she doesn't know how to do it.

Qu He quickly opened the food delivery app, ordered several exquisitely presented dishes, filled in the Zhuang Group address, and then drove there.

Not long after I arrived at the Zhuang family's building, the takeout arrived.

Qu He took out the lunchbox she had prepared beforehand, opened the takeout box, and poured the contents in.

Tan Cong had been waiting on the first floor for a long time. Upon seeing Qu He, he immediately came up to her and said, "Madam, President Zhuang sent me to pick you up."

He tried to take the lunchbox, but Qu He dodged him, saying, "No need, no need, I can take it myself!"

“Okay, this way please.” Tan Cong led her toward the president’s private elevator.

The elevator went up to the top floor, the fifteenth floor, and the door opened.

Tan Cong led him to the door of the president's office, knocked twice, and then left.

This was Qu He's first time visiting the Zhuang family. She tightened her grip on the lunchbox for a moment, then gently pushed open the door.