Chapter 94 Actually, He Zhao still stumbled a bit while reciting that love letter. "Academic underachiever"...
In reality, He Zhao still stumbled a bit while memorizing that love letter. The term "academic underachiever" is no joke; it would be a miracle if he could memorize it. But He Zhao was a proud person, so when Wang Yu questioned him, he could only grit his teeth and deny it.
He Zhao is the kind of person who is so concerned with saving face that he suffers for it.
It sounded nice, but He Zhao was actually quite nervous. She was a little uneasy because confessing her feelings to someone was truly a first for her. Most importantly, the information that Qiao Yanyu also liked her came from Wang Yu.
Wang Yu is a notoriously unreliable person; even the bureau chief has said so.
But in the current situation, it's like an arrow already on the bowstring, there's no way to stop it, and He Zhao has no choice.
Thanks to Wang Yu's promotion, He Zhao's guests also learned that He Zhao was going to confess his feelings the next afternoon, and they all offered their blessings to He Zhao. This made He Zhao unsure whether he should smile or not, and he could only force a smile and say "thank you".
One whimsical customer even said, "Boss, if you succeed in confessing your feelings, shouldn't you throw a huge banquet to celebrate?"
What was initially just a forced smile turned into a genuine laugh upon hearing these words, albeit a cold one: "Heh." Even if she succeeded, she wouldn't throw a celebration banquet. Did she look like some kind of sucker? If it weren't for helping Qiao Yanyu, she wouldn't have made such a losing deal.
After daybreak, Wang Yu followed He Zhao back to Qiao Yanyu's house. Wang Yu patted her chest, assuring He Zhao that she would be fine on her own, and urged her to go back to sleep and recharge. After her forced smile the previous night, He Zhao was indeed a little tired. She nodded and went back to her room.
But lying in bed, He Zhao tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. She sometimes blamed the bright light outside, but even after drawing the blackout curtains and plunging the bedroom into darkness, she still couldn't drift off. Then she complained about the noise Wang Yu was making outside, but in reality, Wang Yu hadn't made any noise. After Wang Yu finished and left, He Zhao had no one left to blame.
After struggling for a long time, He Zhao hypnotized himself: I must get a good night's sleep and recharge, otherwise how can I face Senior Qiao this afternoon!
After repeatedly trying to hypnotize herself, He Zhao finally fell asleep. However, she didn't sleep for long. Just as she drifted off, her phone alarm went off. She instinctively pressed "sleep for another ten minutes," repeating this three or four times before finally getting out of bed.
He Zhao patted her face, trying to clear her head, before going to the bathroom to shower and put on makeup. He Zhao was quite beautiful; her privileged upbringing and wealth had made her exceptionally attractive and elegant. Since transmigrating, she hadn't bothered with her appearance, and in Qiao Yanyu's eyes, she was the kind of beauty that would attract the attention of bad guys. Now, with her makeup done, she was even more radiant, the kind who would definitely turn heads on the street.
He Zhao has always been satisfied with her appearance, but now she is still a little anxious about her looks.
"If only she could be even prettier, the kind of beauty that would captivate everyone, regardless of age or gender, and especially that would make even straight women swoon." He Zhao sighed, then left the mirror and changed into one of the few clothes in his wardrobe that matched his aesthetic sense.
According to He Zhao's aesthetic sense, clothes that look good and fit her figure are never cheap. Before, because she didn't have much money and often stayed out late and slept during the day, He Zhao was somewhat carefree, only buying clothes with high cost-performance ratios. Only when she had a little more money did she start buying a few items that she liked. But it was only a few, since the things she liked were all very expensive.
As the saying goes, clothes make the man, and with this makeover, He Zhao truly returned to her former rich girl attire—of course, only for rich girls going out. At home, she was a homebody and never paid attention to her clothes.
Once he was all dressed up, He Zhao finally felt like going out to see the living room that Wang Yu had decorated.
The moment He Zhao saw the living room layout, he regretted it a little—he shouldn't have let Wang Yu do the decorating; she was really unreliable!
Wang Yu's living room had that trendy, online-celebrity-style confession vibe, the kind that He Zhao thought was really tacky. Putting aside the overall decor, what He Zhao disliked most were those few things that hung down from the ceiling like banners.
The pink and crimson background, with large black and red lettering, immediately catches the eye: the left side reads "Want to be with you," the right side "Love arrives as scheduled," and the middle one reads "Everywhere I look, it's you; my heart flutters." Anyone unfamiliar with the place would mistake it for a trendy cafe, making He Zhao instantly cringe.
As for the overall environment, there's a huge heart-shaped throw pillow on the sofa, a very eye-catching fuchsia color that's impossible to miss. It clashes terribly with Qiao Yanyu's off-white cloud-patterned sofa!
Then there were the balloons on the living room floor—rose-red, pink, and white—these few colors of heart-shaped balloons made it difficult for He Zhao to move. He always felt that if he wasn't careful, he would step on one of them and cause a chain reaction of balloon explosions.
There were other small arrangements, but He Zhao was too lazy to mention them.
Putting aside whether He Zhao would like this arrangement, He Zhao felt that Qiao Yanyu definitely wouldn't like it!
She wanted to curse Wang Yu a few more times, but just then the phone rang; it was the flowers she had ordered had arrived. He Zhao carefully made her way through the pile of balloons to the door and picked up her bouquet. She looked at her flowers, then at the pink and magenta hues filling the living room, and felt a deep sense that her confession had been a bit of a "failure before it even began."
The flowers He Zhao ordered were predominantly purple and white. The main flowers were Purple Fairy Rose and Manta Rose, complemented by Lisianthus and pure white roses, as well as Freesia, Calla Lily, and Phalaenopsis Orchids as accents. The entire bouquet looked very romantic and refreshing.
She secretly used quite a few roses to express her love, but felt that red and pink roses were too tacky, so she chose this color instead. Even the packaging was the same color. Only some light green stood out, adding a softer touch to the bouquet.
The sales pitch for this bouquet had given He Zhao a real headache, but now that she had it in her hands, the finished product was indeed quite good. He Zhao could already picture Qiao Yanyu holding this bouquet; she would definitely love it.
But when He Zhao looked back and saw the living room that Wang Yu had decorated, he felt that everything was ruined.
Actually, there was a little something else going on with this bouquet. It wasn't bright red, nor was it a typical confession bouquet. It could also be a bouquet to celebrate He Zhao's discharge from the hospital, so if He Zhao changed his mind in the end, she could easily decline it.
But Wang Yu has now completely blocked her escape route.
He Zhao sat in the chair, holding the bouquet of flowers, watching the time tick by. Undeniably, He Zhao was nervous. Her fingers gripped the bouquet tighter. Especially as the discharge date Wang Yu had mentioned drew closer, she felt her palms sweating.
To match the bouquet, she wore an outfit in a similar color scheme today: a taro-purple knitted cardigan over a white top, a light blue denim mini skirt, and stockings. This outfit was perfect for indoors.
Her shoulder-length hair was styled particularly smoothly today, and she even folded it with a ribbon of the same color, letting it fall in front of her shoulders, making her look especially well-behaved.
The outfit was perfectly appropriate, but because He Zhao was extremely nervous, she started to feel hot, and even her throat felt dry. She wanted to stand up and get a drink of water, but she was afraid that Qiao Yanyu would return at that moment, so He Zhao was in a dilemma.
As the light gradually faded, the weather wasn't very good today, and the room was somewhat dim. However, this dim environment conveniently concealed the extravagant decorations in the living room, which made He Zhao feel a little better.
She didn't know how long she had waited in the dim light; in such a quiet room, even the slightest sound was exceptionally clear. Although the soundproofing in Qiao Yanyu's house was supposed to be quite good, He Zhao still heard Qiao Yanyu and Wang Yu's voices outside.
"Senior Qiao, the boss said there's a surprise for you. I'll leave you here and not go in. Bye-bye, Senior Qiao!"
Wang Yu ran off as soon as she finished speaking, without even waiting for Qiao Yanyu to finish saying, "At the very least, help me push the door open..." Unfortunately, she was already far away, so Qiao Yanyu could only turn her wheelchair to get closer to the doorknob, unlock the door with her fingerprint, and then prepare to enter the house.
Qiao Yanyu's front door is a security door, so there is inevitably a door frame. In the past, Qiao Yanyu would not have cared about the door frame at all, but now it is a bit of a problem for her.
He Zhao was in the living room when she saw the motion-sensor light by the door was on. She wanted to go help, but the bouquet of flowers in her arms prevented her from moving. If she went now, she wouldn't have time to say the confession she had prepared.
Qiao Yanyu didn't notice He Zhao was in the living room, assuming she was still in her room. Qiao Yanyu wasn't the type to bother others, so even though it was a bit difficult, she managed to get in by herself.
Fortunately, He Zhao wasn't completely ignoring Qiao Yanyu. She had already prepared some small items in the entryway for Qiao Yanyu to use when she was home alone, such as a particularly convenient telescopic cane. With the help of the dim light from the motion-sensor light by the door, Qiao Yanyu spotted the cane on the cabinet by the door at a glance.
She smiled, picked it up, stretched it out slightly, and easily turned on the main light switch in the house.
At that moment, the room brightened up again. Qiao Yanyu saw He Zhao standing in the living room holding flowers. She was taken aback for a moment before saying, "He Zhao, you're here?"
"Ah? Ah, yes."
He Zhao felt her saliva gushing out due to nervousness, and her head was spinning. She became hesitant, and even the contents of the confession letter she had memorized earlier were completely forgotten.
He Zhao, who is usually eloquent, just stood there blankly in the living room, not knowing how to react.
Qiao Yanyu only saw He Zhao at first and did not notice the surrounding decorations. It was only when she came to her senses that she saw the exaggerated decorations.
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