Chapter 161 The Wheelchair-bound Guy, It's Me
Zhuang Bieyan took her phone and saw the emails Yan Shu had sent.
Every single one of them was full of scheming and misleading tactics.
The more he looked, the more gloomy his expression became.
He finally understood why Qu He was angry and misunderstood him.
It turns out that the root of all this was this despicable scheme.
"The person Yan Shu is hugging in this photo is not me."
He suppressed his emotions, zoomed in on the group photo on the balcony, and pointed to the man's arm in the photo, "Look, he doesn't have a mole here on his arm."
As he spoke, Zhuang Bieyan stretched out his arm.
Sure enough, there was a black mole on the outside of his left arm.
Qu He looked down and zoomed in on the photo, examining it carefully once more. She then realized that the man's profile in the photo did indeed not resemble Zhuang Bieyan.
But at the time, she was emotional and prejudiced, and didn't carefully distinguish between the facts.
Yan Shu also grasped this point perfectly.
As she was reflecting, a soft sigh suddenly came from above her head, "Ahe, we've been married for so long, sharing the same bed and being together day and night, how could you still mistake me for someone else?"
Zhuang Bieyan hooked the hem of her clothes, "Am I really that unrecognizable in your eyes?"
As he spoke, he moved closer, seemingly wanting her to see more clearly.
Qu He: "...."
She coughed awkwardly twice to avoid eye contact with him.
The initial sense of self-righteousness faded considerably, replaced by a slight feeling of guilt.
"Then... even if the man in the photo isn't you, then the one in the video must be you, right?"
She pointed to the face in the video and felt confident again.
Zhuang Bieyan opened another surveillance video and frowned when he saw Yan Shu hugging him in it.
"Wait a moment."
He sent a message to Tan Cong, and a while later, his phone vibrated.
"Hey, look, doesn't this video look like it's been spliced and edited together?"
He slowly played the video frame by frame. When Yan Shu rushed towards Zhuang Bieyan, the picture paused and flickered, but the time was very short and could not be noticed unless you paid special attention.
At that very second, Zhuang Bieyan happened to be looking down in the video, so his face was not visible.
He compared the surveillance video sent by Tan Cong with this video.
“The video Yan Shu sent you was edited; the person in that part isn’t me. The one on my phone is the original video. I backed away and pushed her away the moment she lunged at me.”
Zhuang Bieyan admitted, "On the afternoon of the last day of recording 'Chengqi,' she did come to see me, but I made it clear that I asked her not to disturb our lives anymore. It was my fault for not handling this matter well, which allowed her to take advantage of the situation."
Zhuang Bieyan put his phone aside and gently turned Qu He to face him. "Ahe, I have never betrayed you. I never have before, and I never will."
He was clearly well-prepared, presenting all the evidence, videos, and photos one by one, clearing up all the misunderstandings and removing the knot in her heart.
Zhuang Bieyan knew her best. Seeing that she was now sitting quietly in his lap, he knew that she had come to trust him.
He took her hand and slowly led her closer to him.
He slowly moved his hand up her back through her clothes, coaxing, "Ahe, since it's all a misunderstanding, why don't you come and stay with me tonight? I haven't been sleeping well these past few nights, I miss you so much."
The man's eyes were deep and dark, like a vortex that could invisibly suck away one's mind.
Qu He was enveloped by the love and tenderness in his eyes, and was almost falling for him.
But just before he was about to pounce on her on the sofa, she snapped back to reality with a start.
"No...no! Even if the photos and videos are fake, you still haven't explained what happened in the safe."
She pushed him away, straightening her clothes, her breath ragged. "Don't change the subject. Let me know everything before we consider moving back."
Zhuang Bieyan was surprised to find that the little rabbit was quite clever.
Watching her, who was about to succumb to her desires and indulge in the trap, yet managed to regain her senses before falling into it, a helpless smile, tinged with a hint of admiration, flashed in his eyes.
"You said you met me ten years ago, what exactly happened? Also, why do you have photos of me from my freshman year of college on your phone?"
She glared at her, her puffed-up cheeks turning from an innocent and obedient rabbit into a ruffled, angry one.
Zhuang Bieyan patted her hair, soothingly asking, "So, Ahe has agreed to have dinner with me?"
Qu He wanted to refuse, but her curiosity killed the cat.
"eat!"
She compromised, got up and rushed to the kitchen, saying, "What do you want to eat? Let's make it quick."
"So urgent?" Zhuang Bieyan followed her into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
The refrigerator was empty except for two eggs and four scallions.
Zhuang Bieyan: "It seems we need to go to the market first."
Qu He looked up at the sky silently, resignedly following him out the door.
The vegetable market in Yujia Ferry is basically just a makeshift market.
Every afternoon starting at three o'clock, a number of vendors from nearby villages and towns gather in the open space at the entrance of the village, which can be regarded as a temporary market.
This is a very vivid part of Qu He's childhood memories; many of the things in her room were found here.
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Bieyan, who had only been here a short time, also knew about this place. He even found several regular vendors and chatted with them about everyday things.
Along the way, we've given away almost a whole bunch of scallions.
Qu He followed behind him, wandering through the market together, and surprisingly, she didn't feel out of place.
Her lingering curiosity was stirred once more.
"Zhuang Bieyan," she said, tugging at his sleeve as he was distracted by haggling with his aunt, trying to get some information out of him.
"Where did we meet ten years ago? You were still in England when I was a freshman in college. Someone must have sent you the photo, right?"
Zhuang Bieyan asked the aunt to round down the price, then turned to look at her and asked irrelevantly, "Can the pork ribs be braised tonight?"
Qu He: "...."
Does she seem like the kind of person who is easily tempted by delicious food?
He then pointed to the seafood stall next door, where fish and shrimp were jumping around in big red buckets. "Would you like clams or shrimp?"
"you..."
Qu He was so angry at his evasive attitude that she bared her teeth, but she still honestly gave her choice: "Clams, stir-fry them with some vermicelli and chili."
"Okay." Zhuang Bieyan's lips curled into a sly smile.
Qu He clicked her tongue inwardly, deeply doubting her own willpower.
Beauty can be misleading, but delicious food is even more so.
It's all because Zhuang Bieyan's cooking skills are too good.
As more and more people entered the market, Zhuang Bieyan began to hold her hand in one hand and carry the groceries he had bought in the other.
He reaped a bountiful harvest, while she reaped nothing.
Qu He got a little grumpy and was about to press for answers when Zhuang Bieyan suddenly turned around and looked at her.
His brows were furrowed, and his expression looked somewhat serious.
Qu He's heart skipped a beat, thinking something terrible had happened.
“Ahe, the old man selling beef hasn’t set up his stall yet. Can we use pork in the borscht? The taste might be a little different.”
"...."
Wow, that's a huge deal!
Borscht might not rest in peace.
After buying groceries and returning home, Zhuang Bieyan put on an apron and went into the kitchen.
While washing the rice and cooking, he tentatively asked, "Should we invite Mom and Dad over to eat together? They should be back from school by the right time."
Qu He gave him a look that said, "Don't push your luck."
The sounds of chopping vegetables and sizzling oil coming from the kitchen were so familiar, as if I had returned to the days in Wanhua Garden.
Zhuang Bieyan was cooking in the kitchen while she waited in the living room to be fed.
But Qu He knew in her heart that this was just a superficial calm, and who knew what kind of truth awaited her after this dinner.
When dinner was served, Qu He's initial doubts vanished upon seeing the dishes.
From a young age, Director Lian instilled in her the idea that "all seasonings are harmful to the body." At home, she would steam the food whenever possible, never braise it, and boil it whenever possible, never stir-fry it.
The oil in our house is all pressed from rapeseed, and apart from sugar, salt, and soy sauce, we have almost no other seasonings.
When she was a child, her classmates complained that the food in the school cafeteria was terrible, but for Qu He, it was like a "state banquet"!
These past few days at home, eating those "Chinese-style health-conscious white food" with Director Lian, I feel like there's no hope left in life.
She wants to eat things that are completely natural and have no additives.
After eating the meal, Qu He was almost fainting from the heat.
With a full stomach and reason returning, it's time to get down to business.
She adopted a negotiating stance, looking at the man opposite her who had been watching her with a smile.
"Dinner's finished. Now can you tell me why you said we've known each other for ten years? And what's the deal with that safe?"
Zhuang Bieyan looked at the woman who changed her attitude so quickly before and after meals, and who would immediately "turn her back on you" once she was full, and smiled helplessly and indulgently.
What's meant to happen will happen; some things are unavoidable.
He leaned forward slightly, gazing into the depths of her eyes, which were filled with curiosity and inquiry.
"Ahe, do you still remember the wheelchair-bound boy you helped at the City Park ten years ago?"
"certainly."
"That person is me."
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