Chapter 60
◎Congratulations on your marriage, He Qingzhao! ◎
The restaurant is decorated in the style of a Jiangnan garden, with a fresh and elegant interior. The private rooms also have very elegant names, such as Listening to the Wind, Green Stream, and Cloud Stream. In the main hall, there is also a beautiful woman in a cheongsam playing the pipa.
Cheng Jiamo followed He Qingzhao into a high-class private room with a private garden. The garden had a tea table and a dry landscape garden. Accompanied by the sound of a guqin, it was extremely elegant and pleasing to the eye.
The waiter pushed the food cart into the room and placed the bowls and plates on the table one by one. The bowls and plates were all exquisite and elegant, thin, and the surface of the bowls was printed with blue and white porcelain.
The meal consists of four dishes and a soup. The portion size of each dish is not very large, but the focus is on the exquisite presentation of the dishes. Even a simple stir-fried cabbage looks very appetizing.
Cheng Jiamo leaned closer to the table and sniffed, then exclaimed with satisfaction, "It smells so good! It looks delicious. I'm going to eat a lot tonight."
He Qingzhao smiled and took her hand, leading her to the sink. He squeezed two drops of hand sanitizer into her palm, then gently rubbed her small hands together with his large hand, carefully washing her hands.
Cheng Jiamo looked at their hands clasped together. His hands were large, with long, slender fingers and distinct knuckles, while her hands appeared small in the embrace of his large hands, creating a stark contrast.
The hand sanitizer was lathered up and mixed on their hands. As he rubbed her fingers together, he looked very sensual, even a little lewd.
Cheng Jiamo's heart raced as she watched, and her cheeks and ears turned red.
He Qingzhao took in her changes, and looking at her bright red ears, he chuckled softly: "What are you thinking about? Your face is all red."
Cheng Jiamo nudged his chest with her elbow: "Ugh, you're just pretending not to know."
He Qingzhao rested his chin on her neck, looked up at the mirror, met Cheng Jiamo's eyes in the mirror, and said with a playful smile, "I really don't know. After all, a woman's heart is like the bottom of the sea, hard to guess."
Cheng Jiamo looked at He Qingzhao's wicked smile in the mirror, and her heart beat even faster. She felt that He Qingzhao looked particularly roguish and seductive, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye in the mirror.
She turned around to face He Qingzhao and retorted, "You're the one who's like a needle at the bottom of the sea."
In terms of scheming, ten of them wouldn't be a match for He Qingzhao. Who could be as cunning as him?
He Qingzhao tilted his head, bit her cheek, and said in a deep voice, "Who's the needle, huh? You think I didn't satisfy you?"
Cheng Jiamo blushed with embarrassment and raised her hand to hit him: "He Qingzhao, you are really bad now. You weren't like this before. You were such an elegant person. How did you become like this?"
He Qingzhao chuckled softly, "A man in front of a woman he likes doesn't want to appear elegant, he just wants to..."
“Like this.” Long, slender fingers with distinct knuckles suddenly pressed in, and thin lips kissed her ear as he said, “Make her cry, make her scream.”
Cheng Jiaming grabbed his bony wrist, her voice trembling with tears: "He Qingzhao, don't stay here, what if someone..."
He Qingzhao pinched his soft, wet lips between two fingers and gently rubbed them. Before Cheng Jiamo could finish her sentence, she grabbed his arm and cried out.
"He, He Qingzhao..." She leaned softly against his chest, her eyes misty with tears.
He Qingzhao turned her around abruptly, cupped the back of her neck with his large hand, and kissed her lips fiercely and urgently, while simultaneously pulling one of her hands.
Cheng Jiamo's fingers trembled slightly: "Let's eat first, then we'll go back..."
He Qingzhao buried his face in her neck and breathed heavily, suppressing his words, "I really want to just stay here and do whatever I want..."
He didn't finish speaking, but instead bit her neck with restraint.
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Cheng Jiamo's hands were sore, from her wrists to her five fingers, they were weak and sore, and she was shaking when she tried to pick up food.
She put her chopsticks on the bowl and said, "I'm not eating anymore."
He Qingzhao put down his chopsticks and sat down next to her, then picked up her chopsticks and fed her bite by bite.
Cheng Jiamo's appetite has returned to its original level, but she still eats very little, as she doesn't have a large appetite to begin with.
"I'm full." She pushed He Qingzhao's hand away.
He Qingzhao coaxed her to eat a few more bites before she sat back down opposite him to continue eating.
He Qingzhao finished all the remaining food by himself, and Cheng Jiamo's mouth dropped open in an "O" shape: "You have a pretty good appetite today."
She had been dating He Qingzhao for about half a year, eating and sleeping together, and was already physically familiar with him. She knew very well that He Qingzhao was not a person with a strong appetite.
Although he eats regularly, he is picky about food and doesn't eat much, just a little more than her. After all, given his height and physique, even if he doesn't have a good appetite, he shouldn't eat less than her.
But tonight, He Qingzhao ate more than ever before, finishing all four dishes and even drinking two bowls of soup.
Cheng Jiamo asked, "Didn't you eat lunch?"
He Qingzhao elegantly wiped his mouth and looked up at her: "If I don't eat more, how will I have the energy to serve you tonight?"
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
This man has completely let loose now, his mind is full of that kind of thing. She didn't want to say a word to him, so she stood up and left.
He Qingzhao followed her carrying a bag of cigarettes, and after paying the bill, he gave the cigarettes to a waiter.
As they walked out of the restaurant, Cheng Jiamo took He Qingzhao's arm and looked up at him, saying, "I want to stroll around a bit more."
The main reason was that she didn't want to go back too early. If she got home, He Qingzhao would definitely pester her to do "that," and she wouldn't be able to refuse. Even if she wanted to refuse in her heart, her body wouldn't allow it. Her body had already been tamed by He Qingzhao, and with just a gesture from him, she would soften and submit to him.
So she wanted to go for a walk outside, and she also wanted to go shopping with He Qingzhao, so that they would look like a proper boyfriend and girlfriend.
He Qingzhao raised his hand and glanced at his watch. It was 7:40, still early.
"Okay," he agreed, "We'll shop until nine o'clock."
Cheng Jiamo negotiated with him: "Let's make it clear first, you have to be in bed by 10:30 at the latest. I have class in the first period tomorrow morning, and if I sleep in late, I won't be able to get up."
He Qingzhao: "Okay, but I need to stay up all night tomorrow."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
She really wanted to ask him, "Did you secretly take your medicine?" But she didn't dare ask, afraid that she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.
He Qingzhao looked into her bright, lively eyes and saw right through her. He silently smiled, put his arm around her shoulder, and led her forward: "Hurry up and shop. You only have seventy minutes left."
In the following time, Cheng Jiamo dragged He Qingzhao into clothing stores to try on clothes and into jewelry stores to try on hair clips, asking He Qingzhao if they looked good.
However, no matter what she put on her head, He Qingzhao said it looked good.
Cheng Jiamo was unhappy with his perfunctory behavior, but she didn't say anything. She turned around, picked up a fluffy pink rabbit headband, and waved to him: "Come here and lower your head."
He Qingzhao lowered his head obediently, and Cheng Jiamo put a fluffy pink headband on his head. She took his hand and led him to the mirror. Looking at his reflection in the mirror with the headband on, she smiled until her eyes curved into crescent moons.
She smiled and exclaimed, "So cute! My boyfriend is so cute!"
He Qingzhao, a 1.92-meter-tall, 28-year-old mature man, was dressed in a mature shirt and trousers, but now he was standing in a bright pink jewelry store, wearing a fluffy pink headband, as if Thor was wearing a pink bow.
Many people were peeking, and some were quietly laughing.
He Qingzhao knew that Cheng Jiamo was deliberately messing with him, but he smiled and pulled her into his arms, looking at her tenderly and affectionately, and said with a doting smile, "If my wife likes it, then I'll buy it."
The group of people who were secretly watching were all stunned.
From the moment He Qingzhao entered the jewelry store, everyone was watching him, some secretly, some openly. And now, with his arm around Cheng Jiamo, his face full of doting affection, everyone gasped in unison.
Cheng Jiamo's prank failed, and He Qingzhao outmaneuvered her instead. With a huff, she yanked off his headband and threw it into the shopping basket.
She thought she would let He Qingzhao wear it when they got back, but in the end, she was the one who wore the headband, and it even had a pink rabbit tail attached.
After leaving the jewelry store, Cheng Jiamo pulled He Qingzhao into a Pop Mart store. She loved these little trinkets and couldn't take her eyes off them once inside.
He Qingzhao stood beside her with a shopping basket, and he put anything she glanced at for more than a few seconds into the basket.
Cheng Jiamo turned around and saw that the shopping basket was already full, so she quickly took out two items from it.
She said to He Qingzhao, "I don't need that many, I'll just pick a few that I like."
He Qingzhao put the one she had taken out back: "Buy it if you like it."
In the end, Cheng Jiamo bought two baskets, most of which were from the Molly and Labubu series. She thought they were super cute and adorable.
He Qingzhao opened a blind box, looked at the ugly-cute doll, frowned, and gave an expression like an old man on the subway looking at his phone.
Cheng Jiamo snatched it from his hand: "You're too old to appreciate such cute things."
He Qingzhao grabbed her waist and forcefully pulled her into his arms: "Say it again?"
Cheng Jiamo tiptoed and kissed his lips, then hugged his waist and said coquettishly, "Brother, you're in your prime, tall and handsome." Finally, she added softly, "And you're also very good in bed."
He Qingzhao pouted from the compliment: "What else do you want to buy?"
Cheng Jiamo: "I'm not buying anymore, let's go back. But you have to carry me to the garage, I'm tired."
He Qingzhao lifted the two hands carrying the shopping bags up slightly: "Which hand should I use?"
Cheng Jiamo hugged his waist and shook him: "I don't care, you have to carry me. If you don't, I won't go back."
He Qingzhao looked at the scattered shopping bags, turned around and walked into a brand clothing flagship store. A little while later, he came out carrying a cloth bag with the brand's logo on it.
He put all the loose little bags into the cloth bag.
"Come up." He squatted down in front of Cheng Jiamo, carrying the cloth bag in one hand.
Cheng Jiamo leaned on his back, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her face against his shoulder, and said softly, "He Qingzhao, I love you so much."
He Qingzhao carried the cloth bag in one hand and supported her hips with the other, carrying her forward. Hearing her words, he smiled and said, "Just don't scold me later."
Last night she cursed him for over an hour, scratching and yelling at him, calling him a bastard and a dog, leaving nail marks on his waist and back. This morning when he took a shower, he felt a sharp pain in his back.
Cheng Jiamo hugged his neck and rubbed against him: "Then don't be so harsh, if you're gentle I won't scold you."
He Qingzhao: "I can't be gentle at all, I just want to be ruthless."
When they reached the elevator, Cheng Jiamo asked He Qingzhao to put her down. After they went down to the underground parking lot, she climbed onto his back again.
He Qingzhao carried her to the parking space, put the things in the back seat, and after she got into the passenger seat, he leaned in, held her head and kissed her for a while before pulling away from her mouth. He then fastened her seatbelt while panting heavily.
Cheng Jiamo raised her hand to stroke his face, looking at him with a tender smile: "He Qingzhao, I only now realize that we are in a relationship."
He accompanied her shopping, helped her buy the little things she liked, and even carried her on his back in the mall – that's what a couple in love should do.
"I'm so happy today." She looked up and kissed his cheek, looking at his reddened earlobe. She opened her mouth and took it in, gently biting and rubbing it, and said softly, "Your ears are so red."
He Qingzhao, who was about to back out of the passenger seat, climbed in instead. He gripped her slender waist with one hand and cupped her face with the other. His hand, gripping her waist, was tense, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. "Don't you want to go back, huh?"
Cheng Jiamo kissed the corner of his lips: "Yes, let's go home quickly."
That night, He Qingzhao was more ruthless than ever before.
The next day, when Cheng Jiamo got up, her voice was hoarse, and she sounded like she had a bad cold.
He Qingzhao handed her a glass of warm water: "Drink some water first, I'll buy you some throat lozenges later."
His voice was also hoarse and deep, like the hoarseness of someone whose passion had not yet subsided.
Cheng Jiamo: "Why has your voice become hoarse too?"
He Qingzhao picked up another glass of water and took a sip: "I just smoked a cigarette."
Cheng Jiamo didn't believe it. She had seen He Qingzhao smoke before, and his voice couldn't possibly change like that after smoking.
"Do you have a cold?" she asked worriedly.
He Qingzhao patted her head: "I'm fine, you should eat."
He wanted her so badly yesterday, he was going crazy with desire. Twice wasn't enough. After she fell asleep, he took a cold shower for more than ten minutes. Unexpectedly, he caught a cold this morning.
On Saturday and Sunday, Cheng Jiamo didn't even get out of bed, let alone go downstairs. Only then did she realize how restrained He Qingzhao had been in the past.
On Monday afternoon, He Qingzhao had his driver pick up Cheng Jiamo, as he had a severe cold and could no longer drive.
As soon as Cheng Jiamo got home, she saw He Qingzhao leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed, his cold and hard face flushed with an unnatural red.
She didn't even have time to change her shoes before rushing to him, reaching out to touch his head. She was shocked to find it was burning hot.
"He Qingzhao, you have a fever, why don't you go to the hospital?"
He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms and hugged her, burying his face in her neck and rubbing against her affectionately.
"Momo." His hoarse, low voice carried a hint of fragility due to his illness, "Momo, don't leave me."
Cheng Jiamo hugged his head and patted his back gently: "I won't leave, He Qingzhao, I will never leave you again."
He Qingzhao kissed her neck, his burning lips brushing against her ear: "I'm afraid, afraid you'll leave."
Cheng Jiamo pushed him away from her embrace and looked at him with a worried expression: "You have a fever, you're very sick, I'm taking you to the hospital now."
He Qingzhao buried his face in her chest: "I'm not going."
Cheng Jiamo sat on the sofa, hugged He Qingzhao in her arms, let him lean on her, and then picked up her phone to order medicine for him online.
After buying the medicine, she ordered two more takeout meals: a seafood porridge, a basket of steamed corn dumplings, and a hot pot dish. The seafood porridge and dumplings were for He Qingzhao, while the hot pot dish was for herself.
After ordering takeout, she moved He Qingzhao's head off her body and got up to fetch water to wipe his body, but He Qingzhao hugged her waist and wouldn't let her go.
Cheng Jiamo patted his hand: "I'll go get some hot water to wipe your body, that will make you feel better."
He Qingzhao: "I want to hug you, Momo, let me hug you."
Cheng Jiamo gently comforted her, "Okay, you can hug me after I'm done wiping, okay?"
She forcibly pried He Qingzhao's hands apart, went to the bathroom to fill half a basin with hot water, added some disinfectant alcohol, brought it out and placed it on the coffee table. First, she applied the hot water to his forehead, then wet a towel, wrung it out, folded it into a rectangle and stuck it on his forehead. She then unbuttoned his shirt and used another towel to wipe his face, neck, and chest. After wiping, she took the towel off his forehead, washed it a few times in the basin, wrung it out, and stuck it on his forehead again. She then wiped his face, neck, and chest.
After repeating this several times, He Qingzhao's fever subsided and her spirits improved considerably. He reached out and put his arm around her waist, looking at her with deep eyes: "Momo."
Cheng Jiamo touched his forehead; it wasn't hot anymore. She wrung out a towel and said to him, "He Qingzhao, lie down, I'll wipe your back again."
He Qingzhao's Adam's apple bobbed as he stroked her fair face and said in a low, husky voice, "Be my wife."
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "Didn't you say it was too early to get married?"
He Qingzhao: "I'm twenty-eight, it's getting late."
Cheng Jiamo raised her chin arrogantly: "But I'm still young, I'm not in a hurry."
He Qingzhao pulled her into his arms: "You'll be twenty in four months. When you turn twenty, you'll be my wife, okay?"
Cheng Jiamo stood up, supporting herself on his chest, turned him over, and lifted his shirt to wipe his back.
He Qingzhao lay on the sofa, looking out at her, and reached out to tug at her clothes: "Will you agree or not?"
Cheng Jiamo looked at his broad, sturdy back, paused in her rubbing motion, and replied with lowered eyes, "You're delirious from the fever. Let's talk about it when you're more lucid."
He Qingzhao grabbed her clothes and pulled her in front of him: "I am very clear-headed now, more so than ever before."
The phone rang, and Cheng Jiamo turned around to answer it: "Hello, okay, I'll open the door right away."
After hanging up the phone, she pushed He Qingzhao's hand away: "The medicine I bought for you has arrived. I'll go open the door and get it."
He Qingzhao sat up nimbly and pressed her back onto the sofa: "I'll go open the door."
He buttoned his shirt as he walked towards the door. Just as he reached the entrance, Cheng Jiamo's phone rang again. The seafood porridge and steamed corn dumplings she had ordered had arrived.
He Qingzhao returned to the living room with the takeout and medicine. A little while later, Cheng Jiamo's phone rang again.
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "I bought hot pot with spicy stew."
He Qingzhao: "..."
The two sat at the dining table eating dinner. He Qingzhao looked at the not-so-fresh seafood in his bowl, and then at Cheng Jiamo's bowl of spicy hot pot full of red oil.
He put down his chopsticks, picked up his phone and called the housekeeper: "Send dinner to Room 1003, Building B, Yanyunfang immediately. A seafood porridge, three-delicacy steamed dumplings, and a spicy hot pot. The hot pot can be mildly spicy. Starting tomorrow, arrange for two more people to come over to cook and clean."
After giving the instructions, he snatched the chopsticks from Cheng Jiamo's hand: "Don't eat."
Cheng Jiamo glanced at the bright red and fragrant hot pot and stew: "It's pretty delicious."
He Qingzhao pressed his temples: "Let's put it away, it's giving me a headache."
Seeing that he was sick, Cheng Jiamo didn't want to argue with him. No matter how reluctant she was, she could only put it away, squeezed the plastic bag containing the takeout tightly, and said angrily, "Then take your medicine."
He Qingzhao leaned back: "I won't eat."
Cheng Jiamo looked at him in confusion: "You won't go to the hospital or take medicine, what are you trying to do? Do you want to die from this illness?"
He Qingzhao: "You feed me."
Cheng Jiamo: "..."
He Qingzhao closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, and his face showed a pained expression.
Cheng Jiamo had no choice but to compromise. She could only stand in front of him with the water in her hand, feeding him medicine with one hand and water with the other.
Just as he finished feeding her and was about to back away, He Qingzhao grabbed her waist and kissed her lips, transferring the water he hadn't finished swallowing into her mouth.
Cheng Jiamo was so angry that she hit him: "He Qingzhao, you're really sick! You gave me the water with the medicine you drank, what if you gave me your cold?"
He Qingzhao hugged her and buried his face in her chest: "No, if it were contagious, it would have been contagious already."
Cheng Jiamo vigorously rubbed his head a few times, messing up his neatly combed hair, and then gently pinched his ear.
He Qingzhao snuggled against her and said, "You smell so good, my wife smells so good."
Cheng Jiamo chuckled: "You have a cold, how could you smell anything?"
He Qingzhao: "Even if my sense of smell were to fail, I could still smell my wife's scent."
Cheng Jiamo's lips curled up: "You're such a smooth talker. Why don't you just say that you could recognize me even if you were blind?"
He Qingzhao tightened his arms around her, burying himself deep in her embrace with longing: "If I ever go blind, I will definitely be able to recognize you in a crowd."
Cheng Jiamo gently stroked his head: "I was just kidding. I don't want that day to come. No matter what, I hope you can be healthy and live a peaceful life. Even if we break up again in the future, I don't want anything to happen to you."
"No, we won't." He Qingzhao hugged her tightly. "Momo, we won't be separated."
He won't leave her unless he dies.
He Qingzhao's cold came on quickly and went away quickly. He took medicine at night and was much better when he woke up in the morning. He didn't go to the company for the next two days and stayed at Yanyunfang, working from home.
Cheng Jiamo rushed back to be with him after finishing her class, and also came back to have lunch with him.
Friday was a holiday for Qingming Festival, and Cheng Jiamo stayed home with him all day. Including Saturday and Sunday, she stayed home with him for three days.
By Monday of the following week, He Qingzhao was completely cured. After recovering, he flew to Nancheng on a business trip.
Cheng Jiamo still returns to Yanyunfang every day. She has come to regard this place as her home. Even if He Qingzhao is not here for the time being, she is willing to come back. It is more convenient to call He Qingzhao when she is home, and she can even have a video call at night.
Every night she would video chat with He Qingzhao, and sometimes she needed to listen to him sing to fall asleep.
Five days in a week passed quickly. On Friday night, Cheng Jiamo sat on the bed after taking a shower, just about to video call He Qingzhao, when she suddenly received a voice call from Li Zhuyue.
She answered the phone and asked with a smile, "What's wrong, Yueyue?"
Li Zhuyue: "Momo, what's the situation between you and He Qingzhao now?"
Cheng Jiamo: "What? What's going on?"
Li Zhuyue asked, "Did you break up again?"
Cheng Jiamo smiled and said, "No, we're doing great."
Li Zhuyue hesitated for a moment before speaking: "I didn't want to tell you this, but you're my sister, and I don't want you to be kept in the dark."
Cheng Jiamo's smile faded, and her expression turned serious: "What happened?"
At that moment, He Qingzhao called her to invite her to a video call. She hung up, and as a result, Li Zhuyue's voice call was also disconnected.
She was about to call Li Zhuyue when she received three photos and a video from Li Zhuyue.
All three photos were wedding photos. The newlyweds in the photos, wearing white suits and white wedding dresses, were none other than He Qingzhao and the girl she had met in the Jinfu Building.
More than half a month ago, she went to Jinfu Building with He Qingzhao and saw this girl and another girl sitting in a coffee shop. At that time, she told He Qingzhao that the two girls were beautiful and had a good temperament.
It turns out that this girl is He Qingzhao's fiancée, no, perhaps they are already officially married, a legally married couple who have already registered their marriage.
Yue: [I joined a fantasy drama crew this year, and then I added a few actor friends on set. They added me to a group chat, and yesterday I saw someone in the group post these photos and that video.]
Yue: [I specifically had someone verify whether these photos were photoshopped, and they said they weren't.]
Yue: [Momo, I'm telling you this not to deliberately drive a wedge between you two, nor to see you make a fool of yourself. Because I know you, with your personality, you definitely don't know these things, otherwise you wouldn't be with him.]
M&Z: [Okay, I understand.]
M&Z: [Thank you, Yueyue.]
Yue: [I'm still at the film studio. I have to film tomorrow, otherwise I would definitely come and keep you company.]
M&Z: [It's okay, don't worry about me. I've weathered even the biggest storms; this is nothing to me.]
Yue: [That's good. Feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything.]
Cheng Jiamo called He Qingzhao, and after the call connected, she smiled and said, "Happy wedding."
Haicheng, West Coast Tang Palace Hotel.
He Qingzhao was playing cards with Tang Jingyao, Song Wenyi and others in his hotel suite when he suddenly received a call from Cheng Jiamo. Before he could even speak, he heard her congratulations, "Happy wedding!" His hand trembled, and his phone fell onto the card table.
"Boss He, which high-ranking leader did you receive a call from? You were so excited that you dropped your phone." Song Wenyi quickly picked it up for him and pretended to accidentally put it on speakerphone.
Cheng Jiaming's clear voice rang out from the phone: "He Qingzhao, I wish you a happy marriage and a long and happy life together."
She hung up the phone after saying that.
When He Qingzhao tried to call back, the call wouldn't go through.
"Fourth Brother." He Qingzhao was anxious. He grabbed a coat from the rack and looked at Tang Jingyao, whose face was cold and stern. "Can I borrow your plane?"
Tang Jingyao nodded slightly.
Looking at the usually gentle and composed eldest son of the He family, Song Wenyi was surprised to see him flustered. Intending to tease him, he grabbed his arm and smiled casually: "What's the rush, Mr. He? The game isn't even over yet."
Although He Qingzhao has a gentle and righteous face and a refined and elegant temperament, he is actually very cold. His coldness is arrogant, like the cold moon in the sky, giving people a feeling of indifference, aloofness, and unapproachability.
He turned his face, his gaze sweeping over Song Wenyi indifferently. Without saying a word, Song Wenyi released his hand under his cold and powerful aura.
He Qingzhao took the private plane provided by Tang Jingyao back to Beijing overnight, and as soon as he landed, he drove back to Yanyunfang in a hurry.
He arrived home at 3 a.m., but Cheng Jiamo was not there. He couldn't get through to her by phone or get a reply to her messages. He called her roommate Ding Qiaoqiao and learned that she had not returned to the dormitory.
In April, the nights were still very cold, even with the unseasonably cold weather.
Cheng Jiamo sat on a chair downstairs in the apartment building, holding a pink Molly doll in her hand, her eyes wide open as she stared at the dark pool in front of her.
The cold night wind tousled her hair and made her shiver.
Her phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number from the south of the city. She answered, "Hello."
He Qingzhao: "Cheng Jiamo, come back."
Cheng Jiamo finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears: "He Qingzhao, you can't bully me like this."
He Qingzhao's voice was hoarse and trembling: "Come back, come back and I'll explain to you."
Cheng Jiamo laughed through her tears: "Are you still lying to me?"
He Qingzhao: "...Momo."
Cheng Jiamo: "He Qingzhao, don't contact me anymore, and I won't contact you either. Let's pretend nothing ever happened between us. I'll leave Jingbei as soon as I graduate from university and will never appear in front of you again, so I won't have any impact on you."
He Qingzhao checked the surveillance footage with the property management and quickly located Cheng Jiamo.
Hearing footsteps, Cheng Jiamo didn't even look up, still staring at the dark pool in front of her.
He Qingzhao walked up to her and was about to hug her.
Cheng Jiamo quickly grabbed a fruit knife from the chair, pointing the tip at him: "Don't come any closer!"
He Qingzhao did not stop, but walked towards her step by step.
Cheng Jiamo pressed the fruit knife in her hand against his waist and abdomen, and He Qingzhao reached out and hugged her.
The fruit knife that stood between the two pierced He Qingzhao's shirt and his taut skin.
Cheng Jiamo withdrew the knife, turned the blade, and pressed it against her own neck, immediately drawing a line of blood.
She looked up at He Qingzhao, her eyes blurred with tears: "If you touch me again, I'll die right in front of you."
He Qingzhao's eyes darkened, and he squeezed her wrist.
Cheng Jiamo cried out in pain, her hand loosened, and the knife fell to the ground. He Qingzhao kicked the fruit knife away and quickly picked her up.
"He Qingzhao! Let go of me! Let go of me!" Cheng Jiamo slapped him across the face in anger. "You bastard!"
He Qingzhao's jawline tightened as he carried her quickly back.
Back home, He Qingzhao placed her on the sofa and took away all the knives, even the nail clippers.
Cheng Jiamo was so angry that she was panting heavily. Suddenly, she stood up, rushed into the kitchen, smashed a plate, grabbed a shard of porcelain, ran to He Qingzhao, and stabbed him hard.
He Qingzhao saw that her palm was bleeding from the cuts caused by the broken porcelain shards, and grabbed her wrist: "Let go."
Cheng Jiamo released her grip in pain, and He Qingzhao caught the blood-stained shard of porcelain. He then lifted his white shirt and slashed his abdomen, immediately creating a deep gash.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Cheng Jiamo pursed her lips tightly, tears welling in her eyes.
He Qingzhao made another cut on his waist and asked her, "Are you satisfied now?"
Cheng Jiamo closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face.
He Qingzhao continued to slash at his waist and abdomen with the broken porcelain shards, again and again, until his waist and abdomen were torn open and bleeding profusely.
Cheng Jiamo opened her eyes and yelled, "He Qingzhao! You're a madman!"
He Qingzhao grabbed one of her hands and pressed it hard against her bloodied waist: "Are you satisfied now?"
Cheng Jiaming pulled her hand away; she was about to be driven mad by him, and angrily shouted, "He Qingzhao, what exactly do you want?"
He Qingzhao put down his shirt, relaxed his back, leaned back in his chair, and smiled at her: "I want you."
Cheng Jiamo picked up her phone, opened the photos saved in her album, and held the phone screen up to his face: "You're married! You're marrying someone else! He Qingzhao, what do you take me for?"
He Qingzhao grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly: "It's just a formality, not a real wedding."
Cheng Jiamo closed her eyes, slammed her phone into his face, and gritted her teeth in anger: "He Qingzhao, you're not human!"
He Qingzhao had a red mark on his forehead from being hit, but he didn't care at all. He put his arm around Cheng Jiamo's waist and pressed her down on him, gently stroking her head with his large hand: "Be good, don't be angry."
Cheng Jiamo looked at his white shirt stained with blood, tears streaming down her face, dripping onto him and mingling with his blood.
"He Qingzhao, let's break up."
He Qingzhao hugged her tightly: "We won't separate, we won't separate."
Cheng Jiamo pressed her hands against his chest and twisted forcefully, then pulled away from his embrace.
"You said you loved me while you were making love to me, and you were secretly taking wedding photos with someone else to prepare for your marriage. He Qingzhao, you are really despicable!"
She shook her head and backed away: "I've always thought you were wonderful, and I've always considered you a ray of light in my life. Even after we broke up last winter break, I still missed you terribly, thinking about you every single day. So when you came to me after school started this year, I agreed to get back together with you without hesitation. But what about you? While you were looking for me, you were busy preparing for your wedding with someone else. You're so mean, so mean!"
He Qingzhao raised his head, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "I have no relationship with her. I originally just planned to have a wedding ceremony in name only. We won't get a marriage certificate, and it won't be a real marriage."
Cheng Jiamo laughed sarcastically, "Oh, then why are you having a wedding ceremony that's just for show?"
He Qingzhao dared not tell the truth, dared not say that he had entered into a fake marriage to force his father to undergo sterilization, dared not show his dark side to Cheng Jiamo, and could only cover it up with a lie: "Because of interests."
Cheng Jiamo sneered: "A business marriage, is it? A wedding in name only, no marriage certificate? Do you think I'm a complete fool?"
He Qingzhao: "Momo, I really didn't lie to you."
Hearing this only made Cheng Jiamo angrier.
"He Qingzhao, you are absolutely disgusting!"
He Qingzhao curled her lips in self-deprecation: "I feel disgusted. If I really felt disgusted, I wouldn't have rushed back overnight, and I wouldn't be sitting here enduring the pain to talk to you."
Cheng Jiamo looked at his blood-stained shirt and turned her head away without feeling sorry for him: "Go to the hospital yourself."
He Qingzhao's voice was hoarse: "Momo, please forgive me this time?"
Cheng Jiamo, with her back to him, said, "He Qingzhao, we're not a good match. You should find someone who is."
He Qingzhao stood up, supporting himself on the table: "You haven't slept all night, go to sleep."
Cheng Jiamo turned to look at him: "He Qingzhao, don't avoid me. I'm serious. I don't want to be with you anymore. You're too scary. I'm afraid."
He Qingzhao: "Calm down for half a month, and I'll come back to you after that."
He canceled the wedding and had to give the Zhao family an explanation, so being beaten was inevitable; half a month would be good time for him to recover.
"I'll come find you in two weeks."
He Qingzhao opened the door and walked out, leaving a trail of blood from the dining room to the entrance hall.
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