Chapter 111 My Wife Will Misunderstand
In the corridor, the dim yellow light from the motion sensor lamp fell on Yan Shu's fingers as she gripped the thermos.
Her heart started racing when she heard footsteps coming from inside the door.
The moment the door opened, she raised her head and mimicked Qu He's smile, which she had done countless times in front of the mirror. But when she saw Zhuang Bieyan's cold and hard eyebrows, the curve of her lips froze.
"Mr. Zhuang."
Yan Shu had just called her name when Zhuang Bieyan's hand was already on the doorknob, clearly indicating that he was about to close the door.
Without hesitation, she reached out to block it, and the door frame hit her wrist, leaving a red mark.
"Mr. Zhuang..."
As if oblivious to pain, she stubbornly clung to the doorframe, her voice trembling, "I...I brought you some very effective medicine for wounds, and...this is a soup I've been simmering for a long time; it's good for healing wounds, you..."
"No need, my wife will misunderstand." Zhuang Bieyan's voice was devoid of any warmth.
His brow furrowed slightly as his gaze swept over her clothes.
Yan Shu felt a chill run down her spine when she heard his unwavering rejection. Today, she had deliberately worn clothes similar to Qu He's, so why couldn't she even get a second glance from him?
Since he returned to China, she had never been able to be this close to him as she was today.
How many years has it been?
He was always so aloof and indifferent. I thought he had always been like this, but why was he so gentle, so careful, and even filled with a humble fear when he treated Qu He?
That expression was something Yan Shu could never capture on the face of the man before her, no matter how hard she tried.
She was unwilling to accept it!
She's jealous!
She hates her!
“Mr. Zhuang,” Yan Shu bit her lip, her voice tinged with sorrow, “Have you forgotten all that? The days we spent in England… I was with you for so long, is that not as long as her few short months?”
Zhuang Bieyan finally looked at her directly, his eyes sharp. "So, you've decided to come and fulfill that request?"
He never gave Yan Shu any false impressions. He had already repaid her for the help he received back then with resources and money, but before leaving, he still promised her one request: as long as she didn't cross the line, he would grant it.
Yan Shu's heart skipped a beat.
She looked at him, her expression one of desperate, reckless stubbornness. "You've always known what I want, haven't you? I just want you to remember that we once..."
Zhuang Bieyan's eyes instantly turned dangerous. He lowered his voice and said, "I warned you before, some things should be kept to yourself."
"But those are our memories!"
Yan Shu suddenly became emotional, her voice trembling with tears.
She knew Zhuang Bieyan hated that past, but she insisted on tearing away that fig leaf.
She looked up, tears glistening in her eyes. "I've known you since I was eighteen! I was there for you during those years in England. How long has Qu He been around? Does she even know anything about your past? She knows nothing! Clearly... clearly I was the one who stayed with you the longest!"
"After you returned to China, I survived by clinging to those memories! For me, that wasn't a past that should be forgotten; it was the reason I kept living!"
Zhuang Bieyan looked at her without the slightest emotion in his eyes, as if he were looking at an incomprehensible madwoman.
His cold and ruthless gaze felt both strange and familiar to Yan Shu.
This ruthlessness has not changed in the slightest with the passage of time, so why can he show such a tender and doting expression in front of Qu He?
That was something she had never seen in all the years she had waited for him.
Despite this, she still loved him hopelessly and obsessively, as if she were possessed.
"Do you like her that much?" Yan Shu's voice was hoarse.
Seeing the undisguised disgust and incomprehension in his eyes, her rationality was completely swallowed up by jealousy and bitterness. As if driven by some impulse, she took a step forward and wanted to hug him.
Zhuang Bieyan immediately took a step back; he had completely lost his patience and was about to forcefully close the door.
"Mr. Zhuang!"
Ignoring everything else, Yan Shu threw away the thermos and medicine in her hand and pounced on it.
She hugged his arm tightly, her cheek pressed against his clothes, and could faintly smell the cedar scent on him, just like back in England.
"I've known you since I was eighteen... Why... why can't you look at me? Why don't you want me?"
Zhuang Bieyan's body stiffened for a moment, then he forcefully pulled her away.
Yan Shu staggered two steps.
Zhuang Bieyan glanced at the tear stains on his sleeve with disgust, his eyes icy cold.
"Yan Shu, you'd better wake up. The house you live in now, the car you drive, even the resources of your company, all the fame, fortune, status, and halo you have are all given to you by me. I can give you these things, and I can take them away at any time."
He looked at her reddened eyes without a trace of pity, the intense pressure almost suffocating her: "Remember my rules, and remember your place. Don't think about things you shouldn't, don't do things you shouldn't, and definitely don't try to bother her. This is the last warning."
After saying that, he gave her no chance, took a step back, and slammed the door shut, completely cutting off everything outside.
Yan Shu was jolted by the sound of the door closing, her eardrums ached, and her last glimmer of hope was shattered.
She stared at the closed door, her face drained of color, and tears streamed down her face silently.
After a long while, she slowly raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the surveillance camera with a flashing red dot at the end of the corridor, a hint of desperate madness flashing in her eyes.
......
The studio lights went out, and Qu He rubbed her sore neck. Taking promotional photos is really difficult for anyone who isn't a professional.
She muttered to herself as she sent a message to Zhuang Bieyan. Just as she reached the door, she bumped into Yan Shu and her group.
She walked in surrounded by her assistant, wearing sunglasses that covered half her face, making it impossible to see her expression.
She was wearing a champagne-colored slip dress, walking briskly with a breezy gait.
There was a large doctor's bandage on his right wrist, with the edges still faintly red, making it particularly noticeable.
Qu He lingered there for a while, and before she could look away, her gaze met Yan Shu's.
She nodded slightly, a standard smile playing on her lips. As they brushed past each other, Qu He felt a chill run down her spine and her heart pounded with unease.
After Yan Shu finished taking promotional photos, everyone got ready and headed to the restaurant together.
The gathering took place in a private room at a restaurant.
The director team, the program producer, and several screenwriters sat at one table. Qu He originally wanted to sit with Tang Tian, but was pulled to the main table by a familiar female screenwriter.
"Sister Qu He, you are the soul of our program, how could you go to another table!"
She had no choice but to sit down.
Right next to her was Yan Shu, who had taken off her sunglasses and had exquisite makeup.
Yan Shu turned her head and smiled at her. Her eye makeup was particularly heavy today, as if to cover something up.
She spoke first, her tone familiar, "Teacher Qu He, how was the shoot today?"
Qu He smiled and nodded in response, "It went very smoothly."
As she spoke, her gaze fell again on her injured hand: "Teacher Yan Shu, is your hand... alright? It looks quite badly injured."
Yan Shu immediately pulled her hand under the table, picked up her water glass and took a sip, pretending to be relaxed: "It's nothing, I was hit when I was tidying up my easel at the hotel this afternoon, it's just a little red and swollen and bruised."
"Then we must be very careful," Qu He said with concern.
Thank you for your concern.
The two exchanged a few pleasantries.
Yan Shu suddenly raised her hand and took off the silk scarf around her neck, revealing a mutton fat jade pendant.
It's not the same one as before.
Qu He's heart skipped a beat.
Despite Zhuang Bieyan's firm assurances that he had no relationship with Yan Shu, Qu He's woman's intuition told her that things weren't so simple.
The mutton-fat jade buckle that Yan Shu had only seen once remained a mystery, entangled in her thoughts and making her uneasy.
Just as he was thinking of a reason to ask Yan Shu about the origin of the mutton-fat jade buckle Shan Chi had, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.
The director's hearty voice rang out, "Everyone, come and see who's here!"
Qu He turned around at the sound and met Zhuang Bieyan's deep eyes.
Why is this person here?
Didn't I agree to him this afternoon?
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