Chapter 127 Help! The microphone isn't off?
The second half of the program covered the day Yan Shu arrived, but the production team replaced the segment with footage of the troublesome fans, ending with the group photo.
After watching the episode together, the usual closing segment is an interview with the host.
The first interview was with Yan Shu, and the questions all revolved around her professional artistic creation field, while also promoting her upcoming art exhibition.
Throughout the entire process, no topics that might trigger such associations were mentioned, not even the incident of Zhuang Bieyan's injury in the program.
Despite this, Qu He felt a vague unease, especially when everyone was saying goodbye and Yan Shu glanced at her through the screen, her expression complex and unreadable, as if she were brewing something.
But she didn't think about it too much, only feeling that perhaps she was making a mountain out of a molehill.
After saying goodbye to each other, everyone logged off one after another, with Qu He being the last one.
Seeing that the phone screen went black, she assumed it meant the live stream was over, so she took the phone down, placed it face down on the table, and didn't pay any more attention to it.
Her mind was completely occupied with preparing to question Zhuang Bieyan, and she didn't even notice the small white indicator light still flashing at the top of her phone.
This is a flashing microphone indicator; although the camera is off, all the sound is still being picked up.
When the screen went black, viewers who were about to leave realized they could still send comments and immediately noticed something was wrong.
[What's going on? Is the stream still running? How can I still send comments even though the screen is black?]
Why can't I see the screen? What the heck? Did they... forget to turn off the microphone?
[I have a wild guess, oh no! We're about to overhear a couple's whispers. (Get ready to sit back and listen.)]
I'm so sorry, so sorry. I'm already prepared! (Pricks up ears)
Qu He put her phone aside, turned to glare at the man next to her, and demanded, "How did you get in? Didn't I have the key?"
She pointed to the key he had just handed her on the table, put one hand on her hip, and questioned him.
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled as he looked at her sullen face and shoved the fork holding the peach into her hand. "Eat the peach first."
"You're so annoying! I was live-streaming just now!" Qu He gritted her teeth and took a vicious bite of the peach in her hand, as if it were Zhuang Bieyan.
She mumbled a complaint, lifting her skirt to point to the red mark on her leg, "Look! Here! This red spot, that's where you left it just now."
She got angrier and angrier as she talked.
Seeing that she had finished a piece of peach, Zhuang Bieyan gave her another piece and apologized perfunctorily, "Um, I was wrong."
Not sincere at all.
That attitude clearly said, "I know I was wrong, but I'll do it again next time."
Qu He listed his crimes from tonight one by one, "You deliberately came in and sat behind me, deliberately ate peaches to tempt me, and you also..."
By the end, my mouth was so dry from talking.
Zhuang Bieyan held the water glass to her lips, and after watching her take a couple of sips and recover, he continued his accusation, "I told you not to come in, you did it on purpose."
"Yes," he admitted earnestly.
Qu He was speechless at his frank attitude and angrily stomped on him.
Zhuang Bieyan leaned closer, his gaze fixed intently on her, repeating her flirtatious line from her livestream: "Ahe, how do you compare puppy ears? Can you also look me in the eye for ten seconds? Can you also shoot an arrow into my heart?"
"You...you..."
Qu He pointed at him, her cheeks flushed red, unable to utter a complete sentence.
So he really was watching her live stream outside just now.
Zhuang Bieyan pressed closer, placing his hand on the armrest of the chair and trapping her between the desk and his embrace, leaving her nowhere to escape.
He took her hand, pulled her close, and whispered, "Can you smell it?"
Qu He was bewildered. "What?"
"The smell of vinegar." His voice was low, carrying an undisguised accusation. "It was so sour all night long."
Qu He gave him a shove, her heart pounding like crazy.
Zhuang Bieyan looked at her flushed face and thought of the live stream he had just watched outside the study, where the screen was filled with "wife" and "marriage," and he watched her make heart gestures and say sweet words to her viewers. He felt a surge of jealousy.
I wanted to rush in right then and there and shut down the live stream.
Especially since she clearly understood his intention to smash the cup, she deliberately teased him.
He couldn't hold back any longer when the boy named Ren Ding showed a shy expression while watching the live stream with him.
So what if I'm petty?
My wife is about to be gone!
He found the spare key to the study, entered, and asserted his dominance.
Qu He didn't expect him to admit he was jealous so directly, and muttered, "Isn't that just for the sake of the live stream?"
"The effect?" Zhuang Bieyan's eyes were deep, and he persisted, demanding an explanation.
"Then why didn't Ah He do it to me? Did she forget how to make a heart shape with her hands? Or did she forget how to shoot an arrow here?"
He traced ambiguous circles with his fingertips on her palm, guiding her hand to his left chest. Through the fabric of his shirt, Qu He could clearly feel his strong heartbeat.
Scalding hot.
Those words have a completely different effect when spoken by netizens versus when spoken by him.
A strong sense of shame swept over me.
She felt like she had mother tongue shame!
I wish I could disappear into a crack in the ground.
"Stop talking!"
Why won't you say?
Zhuang Bieyan took off his glasses with one hand and casually tossed them aside.
The simple act of taking off his glasses, when performed by him, inexplicably carried a dangerous aggression, as if he were not removing glasses, but rather breaking free from some kind of civilized restraint and control.
With a swift movement, he pulled her up from the chair, wrapped his arm around her waist, and placed her on his lap.
This position brings the two of them closer together.
Zhuang Bieyan's eyes darkened further. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, a sound only the two of them could hear, with a smile, "Ahe said, 'No means yes,' so..."
Before he could finish speaking, a sudden phone ringtone shattered the warm, romantic atmosphere.
The phone on the table was still vibrating incessantly.
"You... I need to take this call first." Qu He nudged his shoulder.
Zhuang Bieyan did not let go; instead, the hand around her waist tightened even more.
It seemed to be a declaration of his dissatisfaction.
The phone kept ringing stubbornly. Helpless, Qu He could only spin around in his arms, leaning her upper body forward to reach for the phone on the table.
With this movement, Qu He's waistline was completely visible to the people behind her.
Zhuang Bieyan's eyes darkened, and the hand around his waist tightened unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force. The strength carried an almost uncontrollable possessiveness, yet also revealed a cautious protective posture.
The sweet aroma of peaches that filled the air now seemed to be mixed with a more dangerous scent of desire.
Threads of fragrance lingered around the tip of my nose.
Qu He finally reached the phone, but before she could even see the caller ID, she was pulled back by a force from behind and sat back on his lap.
Almost simultaneously, the phone stopped ringing automatically because it had been unanswered for a long time.
Qu He took a breath, her heart still racing, and looked down at her phone screen.
However, the lock screen on the phone wasn't what I expected.
The screen was still on the live stream interface, and at the very top, a tiny, barely noticeable white dot was flashing continuously.
This is...
Microphone access icon for the live stream!
Why is it still lit up?
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