Chapter 98 Preparing to Confess to Zhuang Bieyan

After an eleven-hour flight, we landed at Heathrow Airport at 6 p.m.

After collecting her luggage, Qu He followed the crowd out. Her phone beeped with a series of notifications, all from Zhuang Bieyan.

The plane should have landed by now. Remember to let me know you've landed safely.

The house has been cleaned and prepared; a cleaning lady comes every day to clean and cook.

[Driver Lao Jin is at the airport entrance; this is his phone number.]

Contact me immediately if anything happens.

Qu He felt a warmth in her heart as she read the messages of concern.

He sent the message almost exactly when she landed. After calculating the time difference, it should be early morning in China. Was he still awake?

She quickly replied, "You've arrived safely. Go to sleep; you have a meeting tomorrow."

Almost instantly, the message "The other party is typing..." appeared at the top of the chat box.

I can't sleep.

Then, a voice message popped up.

Qu He clicked on the link, and a deep male voice came through, "Ahe, I miss you so much."

Her heart raced involuntarily; it felt as if the words were whispered right in her ear.

Just then, she heard someone call her name.

A chubby, bald man waved at her and ran over with a smile.

His round belly bounced as he ran, and his navy blue suit jacket was stretched a little too tight, which was quite comical.

"Hello, Miss Qu He, this is Lao Jin, Mr. Zhuang's driver. You can come find me anytime this week. Welcome to London!"

Old Jin was very enthusiastic. He took the luggage from her and led her outside. "Mr. Zhuang has already told us that it's rare for London to be dry today. We'll drive along the Thames and catch the sunset."

During the short drive from the airport, Lao Jin kept talking: "My wife has already cooked for you at home. Mr. Zhuang has sent over all your favorite menus, so you can have a hot meal as soon as you get home."

“Miss Quhe, if you have any other food you'd like to eat, just tell my wife. She’s an excellent cook. Without her, who could eat the white food in London?”

Qu He smiled and agreed, "Okay."

I didn't expect that Zhuang Bieyan would have considered such details.

As the car drove out of the airport, the afterglow of the setting sun spilled over the Thames.

Qu He watched a sunset through the car window. She remembered the evening she decided to come to England, when the sunset in the northern part of the city was also breathtakingly beautiful.

The day after returning from Wangjiang Pavilion, she told Zhuang Bieyan about Teacher Qi Mo's renewed agreement to take her as a disciple, but she didn't tell him about her plans to study in the UK for a year.

She didn't know how to ask, "Does Zhuang Bie Yan Yan agree?"

They are thousands of kilometers apart, with a seven-hour time difference.

These practical factors were insurmountable obstacles. She was afraid to speak up, afraid to see the reluctance in his eyes, and even more afraid of putting him in a difficult position.

During those days, she was caught in a conflicted emotional state, always feeling that she owed him something. Every night when he asked for tenderness, she responded more passionately than ever before.

Zhuang Bieyan seemed to notice her unusual behavior, but did not ask any further questions.

As the deadline given by Teacher Qi Mo approached, she still hadn't found a suitable opportunity to speak.

That evening, after dinner, she went to the balcony to watch the sunset over the river when Zhuang Bieyan suddenly hugged her from behind.

“Go,” he said.

Qu He was stunned for a few seconds before she reacted, "You...how did you know?"

“Zhou Shi’an told me everything.”

He gently turned her around, and the two stood facing each other.

"The Zhuang family's branch project in the UK will officially launch at the end of the year. Ah He, don't be afraid. Go pursue your dreams, and I will be with you."

Qu He nestled in his arms, listening to his heartbeat.

Zhuang Bieyan had considered everything for her so thoroughly, how could she not do something for him?

So she contacted her teachers and the school overnight and came up with a compromise.

If she can obtain an A grade within a week, she can choose to study online in China and fly to the UK for the exam.

Zhuang Bieyan originally wanted to accompany her, but was forced to stay in the country due to an unexpected meeting.

The night before he flew to England, he took her again and again. The two were caught in a deep sea of ​​passion, entwined until late at night, neither willing to let the other go first.

The sound of a horn pulled Qu He back to reality.

The car was still driving on a British road.

As the sun set, Qu He raised her phone and recorded a video of the Thames sunset, which she then sent to Zhuang Bieyan.

This time his reply was a little slower; he sent over a video.

The night sky over the northern city was dotted with stars, just like every night they had watched together.

No words were needed; at this moment, their hearts were in sync.

During their week in the UK, the two began their long-distance relationship.

With a seven-hour time difference, every call is especially precious.

During her exam preparation period, Zhuang Bieyan would always call her at the right time, during her breaks.

They shared sunrises and sunsets in London and the North End through their phone screens.

Although they are thousands of miles apart, they seem to be very close.

As the days went by, Qu He felt her heart wavering little by little.

She missed him terribly.

Longing grows wildly, turning into an illness.

Those few hours of phone calls each day were the most anticipated part of her day.

On the day the results were released, London, which had been raining for three consecutive days, suddenly cleared up.

When she saw the words "A" on the results page, she breathed a sigh of relief, and her first thought was to tell Zhuang Bieyan.

At that moment, her heart raced, her actions outweighed her reason, and all rational thinking was sidelined. She did something she never expected.

She wanted to see him, immediately, right away, not through a screen, but in his arms, to feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat.

Without hesitation, she took a taxi home, not even bothering to unpack her luggage, and rushed to the airport with only her passport and phone.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, she looked down at the Gobi Desert, mountains, and lakes below. As the distance to Beicheng on the flight path map grew shorter and shorter, and her destination drew closer, her resolve grew stronger.

She wasn't tired at all after an eleven-hour flight.

Upon landing at Beicheng Airport, she immediately made a video call to Zhuang Bieyan, and the call was quickly connected.

But when she saw that familiar background, she froze. It was the bed she slept in every day in England, the room she knew all too well.

"Where are you?"

"Where are you?"

The two spoke in unison.

Zhuang Bieyan was the first to react. Looking at the Chinese characters on the screen behind her, he asked, "You've gone back to Beicheng?"

Qu He nodded, then asked incredulously, "You're in England?"

Zhuang Bieyan: "Hmm. You have your results today, I think you'll want to see me."

Qu He felt a little embarrassed that he had guessed her thoughts, "What if I don't get an A-level qualification?"

Zhuang Bieyan smiled, his smile so gentle it could drown a person: "Ahe is wonderful, always has been."

He tapped the screen gently, as if touching her cheek. "Even if you don't get an A grade, it's okay. I've handed over all of Zhuang's business to Zhuang Liuyue, and I've explained everything else to Tan Cong. I want to come to England to be with you."

Qu He's eyes welled up with tears, but she suppressed her emotions.

At that moment, the two tacitly refrained from mentioning their near miss, but they both understood that love can overcome any obstacle.

Qu He was about to blurt out the thought in her mind, so she mustered her courage and said, "Zhuang Bieyan, I want to see you. I have something to tell you."

Zhuang Bieyan seemed to have guessed what she wanted to say.

From the moment he entered the room and saw the luggage and clothes that hadn't been packed, he could tell how hastily Qu He had left and how much she wanted to see him.

He suppressed his surging emotions and said softly, "Then why don't you go home and wait for me? Take a nap, and I'll be there when you wake up."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Qu He nodded, looking at him on the screen: "I miss you so much."

"Me too!"

After hanging up the phone, Qu He took a taxi home.

There are still eleven hours until Zhuang Bieyan flies back.

She decided to plan a confession and formally tell him how she felt.

She carefully checked his flight number, calculated his arrival time, and began decorating the house. She bought flowers and a cake, and then popped up balloons, decorating according to online tutorials.

She was also afraid of getting stage fright, so she practiced her confession in front of the mirror over and over again. Every time she said "I like you", she couldn't help but blush and her heart would race.

The eleven-hour wait was both long and sweet. Finally, she waited at the airport with the flowers she had prepared beforehand.

Upon seeing a familiar figure appear, she ran towards it.

Zhuang Bieyan opened his arms and caught her steadily.

Qu He buried her face in his chest, smelling the familiar cedar scent on him, and tears finally fell.

Those unspoken longings and touches beyond the phone screen, that fleeting encounter, all find concrete meaning in this moment of embrace.

That is, love!

Zhuang Bieyan held the person in his arms tightly, patting her back, and didn't let go for a long time.

Qu He lifted her head from his embrace, her nose red, but her smile was exceptionally bright: "Zhuang Bieyan, I have something to tell you."

Zhuang Bieyan tried to control his emotions, but his trembling hands betrayed his nervousness. "Go on," he said.

Qu He gazed into his eyes and said earnestly, word by word, "Zhuang Bieyan, I..."

Just then, a sudden ringtone interrupted Qu He's next words.

It was Si Yue who called.

Following the phone call came a series of WeChat messages.

[Senior, something's happened at Heyuefang!]