Chapter 170 The Hatred of Stealing a Wife is Irreconcilable!
As their feelings deepened, footsteps and the voices of a man and a woman could be heard coming from around the bend in the plank road:
"Baby, I was just so angry! Your junior knew we were together, and he still dared to confess to you? I was being lenient by not hitting him!"
"But I've already clearly rejected him! Isn't it bad to just throw water on him? What if he gets angry and hits you back?"
"But his hand was almost touching your waist! I just... Okay, okay, I'm sorry, baby. Next time I'll definitely find a place where no one is around... Don't be angry, how about a kiss?"
"You're so annoying! Don't do that again!"
"Mmm...uh..."
The girl's voice was soft, with a hint of reproach, and soon came the familiar sobbing.
Qu He and Zhuang Bieyan stared at each other, both seeing awkwardness in each other's eyes.
The two stood up in unison and quickly left from the other side of the pavilion in the middle of the lake, their pace much faster than when they arrived.
As we walked out of Sixian Lake, we got closer and closer to the Third Canteen.
Qu He gently tugged at Zhuang Bieyan's sleeve: "How about we try the famous third canteen at Beicheng University? The canteen uncle's sweet and sour pork ribs and braised prawns are absolutely amazing!"
However, Zhuang Bieyan did not answer. His gaze fell on her still reddened ear tips, and his eyes held a smile.
"What are you thinking about?" Qu He asked.
Zhuang Bieyan looked at her, his tone serious: "I was thinking about what that boy said earlier. Ahe, do you think I should have thrown a bottle of water at him too?"
"ah?"
Qu He was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what was happening, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She laughed and patted his arm, "Zhuang Bieyan! Why are you arguing with that little boy? You're a grown man..."
The last sentence was only murmured, but Zhuang Bieyan still heard it.
He gently pinched the soft flesh of her waist, his tone dangerous: "Ahe, are you saying I'm too old?"
"No, no!"
Qu He was ticklish and laughed as she dodged to the side, quickly adding, "A man is at his prime at thirty! You're at your most charming right now!"
She laughed and ran two steps forward, then turned her back to him, put her hands behind her back, and started walking backward.
Zhuang Bieyan watched her retreating steps, not daring to stray too far from her, and constantly keeping an eye on the road behind her.
His hands hung at his sides, ready to catch her if she was about to fall.
Qu He knew perfectly well that as long as he was there, she could safely back down.
One of them retreated step by step, smiling radiantly, while the other followed closely, his gaze full of affection.
The wind rustles through the treetops, and the sunlight shines just right.
The third canteen is quite far from the School of Finance, and since very few students choose to eat in the canteen now, there aren't many people there.
They found a quiet corner on the second floor and sat down.
Zhuang Bieyan told her to sit and wait, and soon two meals were served.
Qu He hadn't eaten school food in a long time, so this meal tasted especially delicious.
But Zhuang Bieyan was either peeling shrimp for her or pouring her drinks. He only started eating when she had almost finished eating.
Qu He had almost finished eating. She put down her chopsticks and picked up a tissue when Zhuang Bieyan reached out his hand.
Several students nearby were secretly glancing over, making Qu He feel a little embarrassed.
They didn't dare linger and left after finishing their meal.
Two tables diagonally behind them, Lin Yizhou frowned as he looked at the person across from him who kept poking at his rice with his chopsticks: "Chen Yi, can't you eat properly?"
Chen Yi sighed heavily, slamming his chopsticks on the plate in a fit of indignation: "Are you even my brother? Can't you tell I just broke up with my girlfriend? Do you think everyone is as heartless as you!"
Lin Yizhou looked at him with disdain, as if he were an idiot: "If I remember correctly, this is the fifth time you've been dumped this week."
"You're different this time!"
Chen Yi clutched his chest, heartbroken. "I fell in love with her at first sight at the library entrance! Her charm, her smile—but she's already married!"
He pointed towards the staircase where Zhuang Bieyan and Qu He had left, thinking about the provocative look Zhuang Bieyan had given Qu He when he wiped her mouth earlier.
"The hatred of having one's wife stolen is irreconcilable!"
Lin Yizhou turned around in the direction he pointed and saw a man and a woman walking downstairs side by side. The man's back looked somewhat familiar.
Chen Yi was still angrily dissecting the chicken leg with his chopsticks, as if it were his rival in love: "If it were any other man, I, your brother, might still have a sliver of a chance! But that scoundrel, that scoundrel is actually Zhuang Bieyan!!!"
Lin Yizhou paused, his hand holding the chopsticks twitching slightly.
A farewell banquet for the Zhuang family?
Then isn't the woman next to him Qu He, another owner of He Yue Fang?
Chen Yi was still immersed in his fantasy of fighting Zhuang Bieyan for three hundred rounds when he saw Lin Yizhou stand up and prepare to leave.
"You're eating so fast? Is there a live stream this afternoon?"
“Hmm,” Lin Yizhou replied casually, “I promised a certain…small boss.”
"Ah Zhou!" Chen Yi grabbed his arm. "You absolutely mustn't stoop to the level of a meager salary and sell your body!"
Lin Yizhou shook off his hand expressionlessly and turned to leave.
Someone took a picture of Qu He and Zhuang Bieyan eating in the cafeteria and posted it on the campus forum.
Soon, a chain reaction game started in the comments section.
People shared photos they took when they bumped into the two at school today.
Qu He knew about this when Si Yue sent her the forum link on the way back.
When she clicked on it, she realized that their entire day's itinerary had been under surveillance by everyone.
The photo shows them looking at each other across a sea of people in a lecture hall. The student in the middle is deliberately blurred, and it really does look like a destiny that lasts a lifetime.
There's also a photo of them running hand in hand from the coffee shop to Sixian Lake; she's holding Zhuang Bieyan's hand, her hair flying.
The photo that received the most likes was of them walking along the tree-lined path to the cafeteria, with her smiling as she backed away and him following her with doting affection.
The lighting and composition are just right, creating a truly immersive atmosphere.
The comment section was almost flooded with messages like "I'm totally shipping them," "They're such a perfect match," and "This is such an amazing love story."
Even Qu He herself felt that the photo was so beautiful it was almost unreal, and her finger subconsciously tapped to save it.
At that moment, she caught a glimpse of Zhuang Bieyan next to her looking at his phone, with the same post prominently displayed on the screen.
Zhuang Bieyan quietly saved the photos taken by netizens to her phone.
I was about to exit when I saw a comment below, and my hand froze in mid-air: "I really love this older daddy vibe! Hehezi is so lucky!"
Older?
daddy?
Is this another joke about his age?
Zhuang Bieyan frowned, unwilling to give up, and opened the photo album. Looking at himself in the photos, his eyes narrowed slightly as he fell into deep thought.
The suit was custom-made, his hair was neatly styled, and he didn't have any wrinkles on his face, so how did he become "daddy"?
Suddenly, Qu He covered her mouth and chuckled from the side.
He turned his head and pinched her cheek. "Is it funny?"
Qu He quickly shook her head, but couldn't help laughing even more.
On the other side of the city, in a dimly lit room with the curtains drawn.
Anda placed the water glass on the table, squatted down in front of Qiao Mian, and pleaded, "A-Mian, I bought a plane ticket back to my hometown. It's quiet there. Let's leave here together and start over, okay?"
Qiao Mian seemed not to hear him, her eyes fixed on her phone screen.
On the screen was a photo circulating from Beicheng University, showing Zhuang Bieyan and Qu He walking hand in hand on campus.
The comments below, filled with blessings and envy, felt like needles piercing her heart.
On what grounds?
Why should Qu He have all of this?
Identity, status, blessings, and that man's unconditional favoritism?
But she ended up like a rat in a gutter, suffering this miserable fate.
She gripped her phone tightly, staring intently at Qu He on the screen.
Anda continued to persuade, "Let's go back to our hometown, find a stable job, and then..."
"I'm not going back!" A fierce glint flashed in Qiao Mian's eyes, the scar on her chin looking terrifying. "Why should I leave? The one who should leave isn't me!"
She touched Qu He's face on the screen, a strange smile appearing on her face.
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