Chapter 153 Don't Make Me Hate You
Qu He sat in the ride-hailing car on her way back to Baiyu Bay.
After seeing the photo Yan Shu sent, my phone suddenly received many Weibo mentions.
She clicked on it and saw the trending topics on Weibo.
In the eyes of those netizens, she was just a cheating mistress and a pitiful substitute for the ideal woman.
At that moment, her only thought was to leave.
Immediately, right away.
There were very few ride-hailing cars available during the typhoon. Qu He waited for a long time and paid twice the price before finally getting a car.
The driver, a man in his fifties, saw Qu He, who was pale and distraught in the back seat, and kindly asked, "Young lady, are you going out in this typhoon? It's the middle of the night, aren't your family worried?"
Family members.
Looking at the uncle's kind face, Qu He felt as if she were seeing the shadows of her parents.
The emotions that had been suppressed all night—anger, resentment, and despair—burst forth at this moment.
Tears welled up uncontrollably.
At first, she silently shed tears, but later she couldn't control herself and cried until her shoulders trembled and her whole body was sobbing.
From the moment she opened the safe, she remained calm, arming herself with numbness and even deceiving her own emotions.
But now, because of a stranger's casual concern, she has completely broken down.
She cried uncontrollably, her face covered in tears and snot.
The driver looked in the rearview mirror and sighed.
Having seen this scene many times before, I didn't ask any questions, but handed over the whole pack of tissues and comforted her in a tone of someone who had been through it all, "Girl, don't cry."
Qu He took the paper, her voice choked with sobs.
Just as I was about to thank him, I heard him coldly add, "If you cry yourself to death, add two hundred."
Qu He: "...."
Her crying stopped, and she looked up, sobbing, her eyes blurred with tears as she stared at the rearview mirror.
The uncle had a slight smile on his lips.
Qu He took the paper and said in a muffled voice, "Two hundred it is, I'll buy this pack of paper too."
She wiped away her tears haphazardly, but the grievances in her heart dissipated considerably.
The car was parked at the entrance of Baiyu Bay.
Qu He opened her phone, ready to transfer money to the driver, when she saw him wave his hand, "Forget it, young lady, how could I really charge you two hundred? I was just teasing you. Go home early, don't get caught in the rain."
After saying that, he stepped on the gas and drove off, his taillights flashing twice in the rain before disappearing into the night.
Qu He stood still, the wind carrying raindrops that lashed directly at her face.
Sharper than a knife, it hurts terribly.
Qu He ran into the residential area in the rain.
Looking at the familiar gate.
Suddenly, she remembered that before moving, she had told Zhuang Bieyan that if he ever did anything to betray her, she would hide in a place where no one could find her.
At that time, he said he wouldn't have that opportunity.
Unexpectedly, her words before moving came true; now, she has fled back here, like a loser.
Everything seems to have returned to square one.
Zhuangbieyan has always had people regularly cleaning the houses in Baiyuwan.
The room was clean, yet unusually spacious.
Zhuang Bieyan's call popped up on her phone again, along with a few spam calls, so she simply turned off her phone.
The typhoon hit, and the camphor trees outside the window were blown askew. Qu He threw her soaked coat onto the sofa.
I had just sat down when my phone vibrated again, and Zhuang Bieyan's name was lit up on it.
She didn't answer; she simply pressed the power button.
She knew that with Zhuang Bieyan's abilities, it wouldn't be long before he found this place.
But she was really tired.
Qu He nestled on the sofa.
She had lived here alone for so long before and never felt lonely, but this time she did.
She realized something terrible: leaving Zhuang Bieyan would actually make her feel uncomfortable.
This dependence terrified her more than betrayal.
Her emotions were fluctuating wildly, and coupled with being caught in the rain, she felt dizzy.
She went to the bathroom to wash her face and calm down, and when she looked in the mirror, she finally realized how disheveled she looked.
Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her forehead was wet, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or cold sweat; her cheeks were also flushed.
Just then, there was a noise at the door.
Qu He thought she was hallucinating.
But this time the knocking got louder and louder.
Is this a farewell banquet for the estate owner?
She didn't want to open the door.
But the knocking grew more urgent, "Qu He, Qu He!"
That sound?
Why does it sound like I'm hearing Director Lian's voice?
She turned off the tap and walked towards the door. The sound grew closer and more familiar.
Open the door.
Director Lian's hand was only halfway up when he was about to knock on the door.
Next to him was Qu Jiafeng, holding an umbrella, his shoulders mostly soaked by the rain.
When the two saw Qu He, their eyes instantly reddened, filled with heartache.
"Mom, Dad? What brings you here?"
Qu He was incredulous; she hadn't even realized that tears were flowing uncontrollably from her eyes.
Even Lian Juping couldn't hold back her tears when she saw Qu He's state.
She took Qu He's hand and wiped away her tears that she couldn't stop. "Don't cry, come home with Mom and Dad."
Qu He's carefully constructed facade of strength crumbled completely.
I couldn't say a word; it felt like something was blocking my throat, and it was burning hot.
She threw herself into Lian Juping's arms and cried uncontrollably, repeating over and over, "Mom, I want to go home, I want to go home."
Lian Juping hugged her daughter tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Okay, okay, Mom and Dad will take you home. Let's go home. Even if the sky falls, Mom and Dad will be there for you."
Even many years later, Qu He still couldn't imagine it.
During that typhoon, Qu Jiafeng and Lian Juping braved the wind and rain to shorten the journey from Yujia Ferry to Baiyu Bay from more than three hours to just over two hours.
All she knew was that on that typhoon day, when her world collapsed and she had nowhere to go, family stood in front of her without hesitation.
Quhe has a fever again, 38.4 degrees Celsius.
Lian Juping was heartbroken.
She helped Qu He tidy up briefly, and the three of them went downstairs to leave.
But as soon as I stepped out of the apartment building, I ran into Zhuang Bieyan.
He was soaked to the bone, more disheveled than ever before. The usually calm and collected man now had anxious and panicked eyes.
Only when he saw Qu He did his eyes suddenly light up, and he stepped forward.
But Quhe acted as if she didn't see him at all and walked straight past him.
Upon seeing this, Qu Jiafeng directly blocked Zhuang Bieyan's path.
He was usually a refined and gentle music teacher, but now he was like a fierce old beast protecting its cubs.
Driven by a father's protective instincts and suppressing his anger, he said, "Mr. Zhuang! My daughter has suffered so much injustice. We need to take her home now. Please move aside."
Zhuang Bieyan's gaze passed over him and looked at Qu He from afar.
Despite the darkness of the night, he still saw her red and swollen eyes and trembling shoulders.
Did she cry again?
Zhuang Bieyan felt a sharp, throbbing pain in his heart, almost unable to breathe.
He pleaded, lowering his voice, "Dad, please let me speak with Ahe, okay? Let me explain to her..."
Qu Jiafeng remained adamant and refused to move aside, saying, "I'm not your father, I have nothing to explain, please move aside!"
His distant "you," "President Zhuang," and "Mr. Zhuang" cut into Zhuang Bieyan's heart like a knife.
As Qu He was being helped by Lian Juping, she was about to get into Qu Jiafeng's black Volkswagen.
Zhuang Bieyan disregarded everything else and ran straight over.
"Ahe, give me a chance to explain! You saw what was in the safe in the study, didn't you? Those paintings, that swallow, have nothing to do with Yan Shu, they're all..."
"I don't want to know," Qu He said, her back to him.
She casually interrupted him.
There was no anger, no questioning, only indifference.
But this terrified Zhuang Bieyan more than any reprimand.
He stepped forward, eager to take her hand.
“Mr. Zhuang, please have some self-respect.” Lian Juping slapped his hand away and shielded Qu He behind her.
"Mom..." Zhuang Bieyan looked helpless.
Lian Juping didn't look at him, but put her arm around Qu He's shoulder and led her to the back seat of the car.
Zhuang Bieyan watched her get into the back seat, and the car door slowly closed, feeling as if his own world was closing down as well.
His lips trembled, "Ahe, don't go..."
Qu He stiffened for a moment, then she rolled down the car window and looked at him.
That glance held none of the past dependence and warmth, only a deep weariness. "Zhuang Bieyan, you should leave. Let's all calm down."
Zhuang Bieyan almost couldn't stand up.
The wind whipped up the hem of his suit jacket, and this man, who was always as steady as a mountain in the business world of Beicheng, was now so fragile that he seemed as if he could be blown down by the slightest breeze.
He pleaded humbly, his lips trembling, "Why? Ah He, don't you want me anymore?"
Qu He gave him a deep look and said, word by word, "Zhuang Bieyan, let go. Don't make me hate you."
Zhuang Bieyan slumped to the side, as if he had been crushed, unable to utter a single word.
Lian Juping couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she closed the car window, shutting out his pleas.
Qu Jiafeng had already moved around to the driver's seat.
Zhuang Bieyan reacted quickly and stepped forward to block the car door.
"Mom and Dad, Ah He, it's too dangerous for you to go back to Yujia Ferry during a typhoon. Why don't you stay in Baiyu Bay for a few days and then go back?"
As he said this, his eyes never left Qu He's face. "Ahe, just a few days, okay? Give me a chance, just one chance..."
He pleaded and prayed.
But this time, the gods were not standing behind him.
Qu He didn't look at him; her eyes remained lowered.
Just as Zhuang Bieyan was about to regain hope, she slowly raised her head.
Qu He paused for a moment, then said softly, "I want to go home."
She wanted to go back to the home where her parents were, a home where they would never deceive or hurt her.
"good!"
Zhuang Bieyan was heartbroken.
He could no longer stop him.
“Okay,” he repeated, his voice hoarse. “Then I’ll send a car to protect you from behind and ensure your safety.”
Qu He didn't say anything; the high fever gave her a terrible headache, and she didn't even have the strength to argue.
She turned her head and leaned against Lian Juping's chest.
The black Volkswagen slowly drove away.
Zhuang Bieyan stood there, watching the car disappear into the rain.
After sending a message to Zhuang Liuyue, he turned around and got into the Maybach, following closely behind the black Volkswagen.
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