Chapter 123 When a woman says no, she really means yes.
"No."
Zhuang Bieyan did not hesitate at all.
Decisive and resolute, with an honest gaze.
A sweet feeling welled up from the bottom of her heart, and little fireworks began to set off in Qu He's heart.
But she still stubbornly insisted on her words, turning her head away and muttering in a feignedly magnanimous tone: "Actually, even if you two were really together, it's nothing. Everyone has an ex, it's normal."
Zhuang Bieyan's heart softened at her feigned magnanimity, which was actually brimming with jealousy.
He cupped her face in his hands and repeated firmly, his tone incredibly serious, "We were never together, never. Ah He, it's only you."
He paused, then continued, “When we were in England, her father was my driver. He was a kind and honest man who took good care of me. Later, something happened to her family, and out of consideration for her father, I sponsored her to complete her studies. That’s all.”
Zhuang Bieyan gently held her hand. "Between her and me, there has never been any relationship beyond that of benefactor and beneficiary. Not before, not now, and never will be. Trust me, Ahe."
He spoke very frankly.
Judging from his attitude, you can guess that there's nothing between him and Yan Shu.
But hearing it firsthand is different from what you imagine or guess.
Qu He's initial awkwardness gradually dissipated.
She pursed her lips, finally abandoning her stubbornness this time, and leaned into his arms.
"Okay... I understand. Then... I'll forgive you one last time. Next time, I really won't want you anymore."
There will be no next time.
Zhuang Bieyan finally felt relieved.
As he felt the person in his arms soften again, a smile and doting affection gradually spread in his eyes.
He tightened his arms, firmly encircling her within his territory.
Sunlight filled the entire room.
The room was quiet and peaceful.
All the misunderstandings and anxieties transformed into the warmth of cuddling together this morning.
......
The Cold War began and ended quietly.
When Qu He returned home in the evening, she found that all her belongings, which she had kept in the second bedroom, had been moved back to the master bedroom.
Her pajamas, skincare products, and even the book she had only read halfway through were all neatly placed in their original positions in the master bedroom.
Apart from the master bedroom, the doors to all other rooms were opened from the outside.
A delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen.
Zhuang Bieyan was wearing an apron as she prepared the ingredients.
Qu He silently walked up behind him and suddenly spoke, "Zhuang Bieyan, how did you get into my room last night? I clearly locked it from the inside."
Zhuang Bieyan paused for a moment, holding the knife, but did not turn around.
Qu He slipped to his side, but it was as if he had eyes in the back of his head.
As if deliberately avoiding her, when she turned left, he turned right to look at the soup in the pot; when she turned right, he turned back to get the seasonings.
Qu He felt a surge of anger and irritation.
He took a step and circled around to the front of him, standing on tiptoe and almost touching his face.
With a "smack," his hand holding the vegetables was slammed onto the cutting board.
"Tell me! How did you get in?"
Zhuang Bieyan stared at the person so close to him, his eyes wide with anger, like a cat with its fur standing on end.
A thought struck him, and he lowered his head almost instinctively.
The moment Qu He saw him lower his head, she saw through his intentions.
Her free hand swiftly rose and covered his lips just as they were about to fall. "I'm asking you a question, what are you thinking about!"
"I want to kiss you." Zhuang Bieyan's voice was muffled as she covered his mouth.
But when it reached Qu He's ears, it was exceptionally clear.
His deep eyes were now filled with undisguised longing and amusement.
Qu He: "...."
He was stunned by those three straightforward words, his brain went blank.
She looked away guiltily, but her eyes met his collarbone as he leaned over.
He was still wearing the white shirt he hadn't had time to change out of during the day, but the top two buttons on the collar were undone, revealing a bit of his collarbone.
A yellow apron was tied over the shirt, with a simple knot at the back waist, outlining broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
His ascetic demeanor surprisingly blended in with the lively atmosphere of the kitchen, and coupled with the mischievous smile in his eyes, Qu He felt her waist involuntarily weaken.
Her face flushed instantly, and a jumble of random thoughts popped into her head uncontrollably.
My heart was pounding so fast, I was almost drawn in by the depths of his eyes, completely mesmerized.
She shook her head, forcibly clearing those lewd thoughts from her mind. "Don't change the subject. Explain clearly how you got into the room."
Zhuang Bieyan looked at her flushed ears and smiled.
He knew he probably couldn't avoid it today.
He had no choice but to tell the truth.
He raised his hand and removed her hand from his mouth. "Actually, I have a key to every room..."
"What did you say?"
Qu He gasped in surprise when she heard that he unlocked the door and entered her room every night after she fell asleep.
"You come to my room every night?... What kind of habit is this? Zhuang Bieyan, how come I never noticed this dark side of you before?"
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled, took her hand, and gently kissed her palm.
"Now you've realized it, but it's too late."
He spoke frankly, without the slightest hint of panic at being seen through by her; in fact, he even carried a hint of smugness.
Qu He trembled slightly, and her shoulders involuntarily shrank back.
She pulled her hand back and rubbed her palm, which he had kissed.
The air seems a bit hot; is the kitchen stove turned up too high?
Qu He dared not look up at him again.
"You scoundrel! I can't be bothered with you!"
After saying that, she turned and fled.
From that day on, Qu He gradually sensed the hidden aspects of Zhuang Bieyan's personality that he had been deliberately concealing.
He seemed to have torn off his gentle and refined facade, no longer concealing his domineering and stubborn nature, as well as his ruthlessness in certain aspects.
Especially in matters of the heart.
In the past, he would always restrain himself and stop when she said she was tired, even if he was still not satisfied, he would put her feelings first.
But ever since the Cold War ended, her words "no means yes" seemed to have flipped a dangerous switch on him.
Every time she complained of being tired and said she didn't want to go anymore, he seemed to get more excited.
After the affair ended, an ambiguous atmosphere lingered in the air.
Qu He stretched out her limp hand and weakly pushed the man beside her, "Zhuang Bieyan, I want to sleep, don't come anymore..."
Zhuang Bieyan tucked the stray hairs damp with sweat from her forehead behind her ear, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "Ahe said, 'If you don't want it, you mean you do.'"
Qu He: "...."
No, is that appropriate?
Is that how she used those words?
With such a knack for applying knowledge to new situations, you must get full marks in Chinese exams.
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled as he watched her momentarily stunned. The soft, tingling laughter sent a shiver down Qu He's spine.
"Ahe, am I learning it correctly?" he asked deliberately.
"...."
Qu He couldn't argue with him, and feeling both ashamed and annoyed, she bit his shoulder, leaving a shallow, round tooth mark.
Zhuang Bieyan looked down at the mark, but instead of being annoyed, the darkness in his eyes deepened and his smile became more profound, as if it were not just a mark, but a medal.
He reached up and pulled her back into his arms.
Whispers and breathing mingled together, hot breaths falling on my ear.
"Ahe, should we keep it or not?"
"No...no more..." Qu He refused instinctively, her voice trembling.
"Don't want it? That means you want it!" He deliberately misinterpreted the situation, making a very strong suggestive statement.
"Do...do not..." Qu He's mind was a complete blank, and she gradually became incoherent.
"What if?"
"...."
"Why isn't Ahe saying anything?" His kiss landed on her collarbone. "Wasn't it good enough? Then teach me again..."
"....."
Qu He remained silent, utterly speechless.
All protests were dismantled and swallowed by him, and in the end, they could only be carried along by him to rise and fall again in the sea of lust.
This led to Qu He having a conditioned reflex every time she heard the words "want or not" in the following days, wishing she could just cover his mouth.
That evening, Zhuang Bieyan had just put the dishes into the dishwasher when he turned around and saw Qu He coming out of the bedroom after changing her clothes.
She wore a halter-neck beige sleeveless chiffon dress, and the soft lighting made her skin look fair and her whole demeanor gentle and charming.
Zhuang Bieyan's eyes lit up, a hint of amazement flashing across them.
"Ahe, you..." he said as he stepped forward, put his arm around her waist, and bent down to hug her.
"Stop!" Qu He glanced at him warily, took a big step back, and instinctively protected her chest with her hands.
She picked up her phone and examined her neck against the screen, then breathed a sigh of relief when she saw there were no marks.
"I'm going live tonight, so don't get any ideas." Her tone was laced with warning.
"Live stream?" Zhuang Bieyan frowned, looking at her meticulously dressed appearance, his voice laced with sarcasm. "What live stream?"
"The production team of 'Chengqi' called me this morning. The episode I recorded will be broadcast tonight, and they want me to participate in the live broadcast and interact with the audience."
Qu He glanced at the time on her phone and quickly typed a reply.
After sending the message, she looked up at Zhuang Bieyan and held out her hand, "I'm going to the study to do a live stream later, give me the key!"
Zhuang Bieyan felt an even stronger sour feeling in his heart, like he had drunk vinegar and it kept bubbling up.
He reluctantly took the key and placed it in her palm. "Are you sure you want to lock the door?"
"It has to be locked! You have a criminal record! Don't come in and bother me later, you hear me!"
Qu He had no choice but to accept, so she picked up the key and turned to walk towards the study.
The door was closed, and there was even a click sound of her locking it from the inside.
Zhuang Bieyan stood there, looking at the closed door, listening to her faintly laughing voice coming from the study, his eyes gradually deepening.
Is it a live stream?
If I heard correctly, she seemed to have said "no" again....
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