Chapter 118 Ah He, I regret it
The thought that Qu He would tell Qian Zhaoye filled Qiao Mian with immense panic.
no!
She couldn't let Qu He tell anyone!
We can't let Qu He ruin her!
Qiao Mian gripped Anda's arm, repeating her words over and over, almost frantically, "We can't let Qu He tell anyone about what happened today, we can't let her tell anyone..."
Anda held her in his arms, feeling a pang of bitterness as he watched Qiao Mian gradually lose control.
"A-Mian, please listen to my advice, okay?"
He spoke with a hint of unrealistic hope, "Let's go and be honest with Mr. Qian. I'll take all the responsibility. We'll just say that I forced you... Then I'll take you away from Beicheng, let you have the baby, and we can live a good life as a family of three, okay?"
"Leave the North City?"
Qiao Mian was taken aback by those words and snapped back to reality, shaking off his hand.
She stared at Anda in disbelief, her face contorted with rage. "Are you crazy? I finally managed to settle down in Beicheng. How much hardship and sacrifice did I endure to get to where I am today? I'm about to become Mrs. Qian in all my right, and you want me to give up everything and go with you? Why should I? Are you crazy or am I crazy?"
Qiao Mian became more and more agitated as she spoke, her mask heaving violently and slipping down to reveal the redness and swelling on her face.
She pointed to the end of the corridor, in the direction Qu He had left, her eyes filled with resentment.
"It's all because of her, all because of Qu He!"
Qiao Mian's voice trembled with hatred, "Why did she have to appear here of all times? If she hadn't suddenly appeared, our affair wouldn't have been exposed! She definitely did it on purpose, she just wanted to ruin me! She deserves to die!"
Anda was pushed back a step by her, and looking at her ferocious appearance, a deep pain flashed in his eyes.
Although Qiao Mian was ambitious in the past, she wasn't this obsessive.
He took her hand in his, trying to calm her down. "A-Mian, calm down. Look at yourself now. You weren't like this before... How come you've become so unfamiliar?"
"Before? Unfamiliar? Ha..."
Qiao Mian felt her sore spot was touched, so she shook off his hand and said in a cold and sarcastic tone, "Don't bring up the past with me again. We broke up a long time ago! What right do you have to tell me what to do now? If it weren't for the child, I would never see you again!"
Anda's hand, which had been flung away, froze in mid-air, a bitter, self-deprecating smile playing on his lips.
Her words were like poisoned knives, stabbing into his heart again and again.
Seeing Anda's injured expression, Qiao Mian suddenly became more sober.
Anda is her only help right now. To get rid of Quhe, she still needs to rely on him and can't push him away.
Qiao Mian suppressed her emotions and softened her tone, stepping forward to take his hand, her eyes instantly reddening.
Her voice softened, and she apologized, feeling wronged, "Anda, I'm sorry. I was too emotional just now, I didn't mean to say anything harsh to you."
She shook Anda's hand and pleaded, "You know how hard it's been for me to get to where I am today. Qu He and I never got along. She hates me so much for taking Qian Zhaoye away, she'll definitely expose what happened today. Do you want to watch me be abandoned by the Qian family and watch our child be born without a legal status?"
As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. She leaned into his arms, her voice choked with sobs, "I have no way out. Please help me, please help me."
Qiao Mian took his hand and placed it on her pregnant belly. "Feel it, this is our child. Can't you feel it? The baby is moving, this is our flesh and blood!"
Anda's hands were trembling.
Her tears, her fear, and the throbbing of new life beneath her palms—those hesitant, struggling principles were gradually shattered.
He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, all that remained was a numb resolve.
He gently patted Qiao Mian's back, his voice low and suppressed, "What do you want me to do?"
Upon hearing this, a ruthless glint flashed in Qiao Mian's eyes, but her voice carried an eerie calmness, "Shut her up, ruin her reputation, and make sure she can never get in our way again!"
Anda tightened his grip on her, said nothing, and his eyes were filled with darkness.
Qiao Mian touched her belly, a complex, almost maternal pain spreading through her heart, but it was quickly replaced by greed and fear.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around Anda's waist, obediently leaning against him.
"Don't worry, I know someone...she will definitely help us."
A gust of wind blew through the corridor from somewhere, stirring Qiao Mian's maternity dress and adding a touch of uneasy chill to the air.
...
Qu He walked hurriedly until she left the hospital corridor, got into her car, locked the door, and finally felt safe and breathed a sigh of relief.
That chilling fear still lingered in my mind.
She glanced at her phone, and the call interface on the screen made her pause for a moment.
While walking this stretch of road, she subconsciously dialed Zhuang Bieyan's number.
The call has been connected on his end.
Qu He took a breath and pressed the speakerphone button.
Are you getting ready to go home?
Zhuang Bieyan's deep, calm voice flowed from the phone receiver, carrying a soothing power that soothed the lingering fear and unease.
Qu He nodded, and after realizing he couldn't see her, she softly hummed in agreement.
Her nose felt a little sore, and she did have a fleeting impulse to tell him what had happened at the hospital.
But he swallowed the words back down his throat.
Let's forget about it.
Zhuang Bieyan's voice, tinged with laughter, dispelled the somber atmosphere in the car.
"I was just thinking of calling you, does that count as telepathy?"
Qu He chuckled at his words, "Why are you calling me?"
"Ahe, would you do me the honor of joining me for a party tonight? I'll have my driver pick you up after the rain stops."
"reunion?"
Qu He subconsciously thought of the auction she had attended in the villa last time.
"Yes, a few friends I know, and some who just came back from England." He said casually, "Don't worry, it's just a regular dinner."
"Okay," Qu He replied.
After hanging up the phone, she drove home.
Although Zhuang Bieyan spoke lightly, saying it was just a gathering of friends, this was, after all, the first time he had formally met his friends, which meant he had integrated into his social circle, making it a different matter.
Qu He still took it very seriously, spending quite a while in the dressing room before finally focusing her gaze on the lotus root pink cheongsam that Zhuang Liuyue had given her some time ago.
The neckline is embroidered with delicate white pearl lotus scrolls, exuding gentleness and elegance; it's a style that shouldn't go wrong.
The rain subsided in the evening, leaving only a light drizzle on the window.
The driver was already waiting downstairs. Qu He changed into a cheongsam and came downstairs.
About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of Zunyue.
Zhuang Bieyan waited downstairs, with a waiter holding a black umbrella over his head.
He stood quietly at the edge of the rain, his gaze fixed on the direction she had come from, as if he had been waiting for her for a long time.
The rain, like a veil, shrouded the night, while the dim streetlights cast long shadows, making his tall and handsome figure appear even more striking.
Perhaps it was a private gathering among friends, so the attire wasn't particularly formal.
Wearing a black shirt with a peaked lapel, the collar slightly open with two buttons casually undone, the man's wisps of hair fluttered gently in the light rain. He appeared less cold and stern in the business world and more relaxed and unrestrained.
He took a few steps to meet her, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he frowned slightly. Without saying a word, he put his arm around her waist and half-protected her in his embrace.
The two took the VIP elevator directly to the top floor.
Qu He sensed that he was acting a little strange, as if he was unhappy.
She shook his hand and asked softly, "You still haven't told me who your friends are? What should I call them later?"
Zhuang Bieyan turned his head, his gaze falling on the lotus blossoms at her collar, his Adam's apple bobbing: "Ahe, I regret it."
Qu He: "?"
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