Chapter 126 Declaring Sovereignty
The crisp black suit cuffs were slightly taut as he reached out, outlining the lines of his arms.
Those hands had a clear purpose: they placed a full glass of water next to Qu He, and then naturally took the empty glass away.
Qu He turned her head stiffly to look at him, "You...how could you..."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Bieyan leaned forward slightly, bending down so that his lower body was just within the frame, and his voice came from above: "Here's some water for you."
His words sent the live chat into a frenzy.
[Holy crap! How did he get in? Didn't they say it was locked from the inside?]
[Sisters, you've missed the point! The point is that Qu He just got the water and found it empty, and then he came in! What does this mean? It means he was watching the live stream the whole time! He knew everything!]
This man is so cunning! First, he deliberately smashed a water glass outside, then he came in under the pretext of getting more water.
[Here he comes in, this man with his 188cm height is here to assert his dominance (hehehe).]
[Who would wear a three-piece suit at home so late at night? Oh, it's Mr. Zhuang. Never mind then.]
[Help! This kind of abstinent, domineering CEO who's secretly obsessed with his wife is just too adorable!]
[Qu He: I've locked the door. President Zhuang: I have a plan.]
Looking at the barrage of comments and the soaring number of viewers on the screen, Qu He was completely stunned, her mind filled with questions about where he got the key.
But since it was a live broadcast, she couldn't ask him directly, so she could only kick him under the table and signal him to leave quickly.
She underestimated the force she used; in front of a man, this kick was like a kitten tickling him.
Not only did he not leave, but his right foot, which was under the table, naturally rose and clamped her wriggling ankle between his legs, suppressing her movements and rendering her unable to move.
On the table, he was still the same aloof and dignified CEO.
Beneath the table, however, lies a gentle confinement from which there is no escape.
Qu He didn't expect him to be so arrogant, but she didn't dare to struggle too hard for fear that the audience would notice something. She could only hope that Zhuang Bieyan would leave quickly.
But Zhuang Bieyan seemed to have gotten into the swing of things, and once he came in, he had no intention of leaving.
He glanced at the phone showing the live stream, pulled his hand to the side, dragged the wooden armchair closer, and sat down very naturally behind and to the side of her.
Zhuang Bieyan's body was halfway into the lower left corner of Qu He's live stream screen, from his neck to his slender waist and hips wrapped in a suit.
The fact that their faces weren't shown only added to their mystery and intrigue, making people eager to know more.
After he sat down, he slowly unbuttoned the middle button of his suit jacket, then clasped his hands together and casually placed them on his thighs.
He exuded an aura of asceticism and detachment, revealing the demeanor of a person in a superior position.
He sat quietly behind Qu He, like a silent support, or an omnipresent brand, silently proclaiming his existence and sovereignty to everyone in front of and behind the screen.
The comments section went completely crazy:
Even when a Ferrari gets old, it's still a Ferrari!
My campaign promise is: If I can secure one of these, each of you ladies here will have five!
[Is it possible for me to watch this for free—a domineering, abstinent CEO staring at his wife online?]
[Who understands! Who understands! How can President Zhuang's actions of dragging the chair and unbuttoning it be so elegant! It's a treat for hand fetishists!]
[How can someone wear a suit so well! Damn, I vote for the domineering CEO, this man really knows how to pull it off.]
Show your faces! Show your faces! Handsome men and beautiful women, I'll fawn over them!
Zhuang Bieyan glanced indifferently at the comments on the screen and smiled with satisfaction.
Those who were shipping male college students fell silent. Although Zhuang Bieyan didn't show his face, his aura and possessive posture had silently declared everything.
Qu He looked at the screen full of praise for Zhuang Bieyan's ascetic and noble demeanor, and wished she could rush into the screen and shake everyone's shoulders to tell them.
All that asceticism and aristocratic air, it's all an act! It's all fake!
This man is both a scoundrel and a scoundrel in private!
She desperately wanted to take her phone down and point it at her legs, which were pinned under the table, so they could see Zhuang Bieyan's true appearance.
Since Zhuang Bieyan entered the live broadcast room, the number of viewers in the upper left corner has skyrocketed.
The production team was grinning from ear to ear when they saw the number of people backstage.
What's this?
It's about data traffic!
It's money!
It's wealth!
If you don't pick it up when you go out, it's considered lost.
He was finally blessed with immense wealth.
The production team gave the host a wink, signaling that the live broadcast would proceed as scheduled.
The production team didn't say anything, and Qu He couldn't speak up either, so she could only tacitly agree to let him stay.
The second half of the live broadcast continues.
Before the event began, the host introduced the new guest audience.
Qu He's brow twitched when he mentioned the prefix "young artist".
Sure enough, the next second Yan Shu came in.
The screen is divided into five sections. The top section features small screens for her and Yan Shu, while the bottom three are for the hosts, Tang Tian and Ren Ding.
Qu He noticed that after Yan Shu connected, a fleeting, unnatural look crossed her face when she saw the figure behind her, but it was quickly covered up by her smile.
As usual, the host first asked Yan Shu to greet everyone.
Qu He secretly turned her head during the break, wanting to warn the man behind her who had a very strong presence with her eyes.
Seeing her turn her head, Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow.
He didn't speak, but the foot under the table that had been gently clamping her ankle began to wiggle slightly, with a hint of something.
The high-quality fabric of the suit trousers rubbed against the skin of her calves, causing a subtle yet irritating itch. A tingling, electric sensation shot up her spine, and Qu He couldn't help but shiver slightly.
rogue!
She cursed inwardly, turned around quickly, but her face flushed uncontrollably.
The sharp-eyed audience immediately noticed Qu He's change.
[Hey, what are you two doing? Why are your faces red?]
I can't take it anymore! Why am I being treated like this when I just turned my head for a second glance?
[I haven't read a single page of a serious book, but I'm engrossed in this kind of stuff. I wish I could be this attentive when reading.]
Other people's partners always seem to please me, it's so annoying.
[My sentimental phone and my helplessness! I know what I'm about to say is harsh, so I'm closing my eyes now.]
The comments section is flooded with messages from netizens again.
Fortunately, after Yan Shu finished her self-introduction, the live stream started soon afterward, and the bullet screen function was turned off again.
During this time, Zhuang Bieyan went out for a while. When he returned, he had a bone plate with sliced peaches on it.
He placed the peach on the corner of the table and moved his chair closer to Qu He, bringing his chin into the frame.
Qu He looked at the plate of peaches and was slightly taken aback. It was just that she had casually mentioned wanting to eat peaches that morning, and he had remembered it.
Zhuang Bieyan's gaze remained fixed on her, noticing that she glanced at Taozi several times in just a few minutes, and he understood perfectly.
He picked up the small silver fork next to him, selected a piece of peach from the very center, and handed it to her.
He deliberately hooked his finger around her little finger, gesturing for her to take it.
But considering that she was live-streaming, Qu He resisted the temptation and didn't accept it, even looking at him with a distant expression.
Zhuang Bieyan narrowed his eyes, clearly displeased with her refusal.
With a flick of his wrist, he put the peach into his mouth.
"Click".
The crisp sound of chewing rang in my ears, exceptionally clear.
Surprisingly, she was eating her favorite crisp peach.
What a scoundrel!
Damn it!
It's obvious he's deliberately trying to seduce her.
He seemed to be doing it on purpose and got addicted to it. One piece wasn't enough, so he ate several more, each bite making a crisp sound.
Qu He was furious and gritted her teeth in silence.
She turned halfway to the side, facing away from him, as a silent protest, but she didn't see the deeper smile in the eyes of the person behind her.
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