Chapter 18 This marriage is off!
Some people said they saw Qu He and a man at a dessert shop a couple of days ago, behaving intimately, like her fiancé.
Qian Zhaoye's initial relief that no one had discovered his relationship with Qu He quickly turned into jealousy.
Qu He was actually at a dessert shop with another man?
How can anyone else touch his things?
The stark contrast between reality and expectations led him to personally come to their door today.
Qu He stood there, coldly watching him.
They've been together for seven years. Doesn't she know what Qian Zhaoye is really capable of?
Just when things seemed to be looking up, everything was ruined the moment he appeared...
"I'm not going back." Qu He's voice was unusually calm.
Qian Zhaoye frowned, as if he hadn't understood her words, "What do you mean you're not going back? You've been on vacation for a long time already, are you going to resign?"
Qu He remained silent, tacitly agreeing.
Qian Zhaoye took a deep breath and, suppressing his anger, asked, "Qu He, have you been cheating on me?"
The rain outside intensified again, with raindrops pattering against the glass.
Qu He could hear her own heart pounding faster and faster. She stared at him and asked, "Qian Zhaoye, what do you mean?"
"Who was that man with you at the dessert shop?" Qian Zhaoye took a step closer, his eyes sinister.
"You were following me?" Qu He's voice trembled with anger.
"So you admit it? Your sudden wearing of skirts and taking a vacation, are they all related to him?"
Those seemingly strange details that he had once suspected now became evidence of his guilt.
"What did you do during your vacation these past few days? Who did you invite over for dinner today? Was it... that guy? How far have things progressed between you two?"
Enraged, Qian Zhaoye strode forward and grabbed her shoulder with such force that she winced in pain.
Amidst the pattering rain, Qu He could hear his breathing gradually becoming heavier.
How ironic.
He could make love with Qiao Mian in their bridal chamber, but she couldn't have a dessert with someone else outside.
How could this person harbor such malice towards her? How could they so readily throw mud at her?
Why on earth would she like this jerk?!
Qu He pushed him away forcefully, her voice as cold as ice: "Qian Zhaoye, don't think of me as you."
Qian Zhaoye's expression froze as he thought of the rumors circulating in the company about his relationship with Qiao Mian.
Did you hear something?
He quickly denied it, trying to take her hand, "Those are all rumors, they're fake..."
Qu He snorted coldly, interrupting him, "Why is it that the same words are considered infidelity to me, but become rumors to you?"
Qu He laughed angrily and slapped away his outstretched hand. "Listen to what you're saying. Do you think that's fair? Does it make sense?"
Qian Zhaoye, feeling humiliated, retorted sharply, "Qu He! Don't be so aggressive!"
A bolt of lightning struck outside the window, illuminating half of Qian Zhaoye's hypocritical face.
He loosened his tie, composed himself, and feigned leniency, saying, "I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said. You have to come to work tomorrow!"
Qu He sneered.
Qian Zhaoye, you still have this arrogant attitude, as if those words were a favor!
Qu He couldn't take it anymore. "Qian Zhaoye, are you so eager for me to go back because you're uncomfortable with your clothes? Or the food isn't to your liking? Or is there no one to organize the documents?"
Qian Zhaoye's pupils contracted sharply, as if a sore spot had been hit.
Qu He: "Qian Zhaoye, do you really think of me as your nanny?"
Qian Zhaoye's voice rose, tinged with disbelief, "Qu He, do you know what you're saying?"
He pointed to the rain outside, "I braved this heavy rain today to bring you flowers, and this is what you tell me? Do you even care about me anymore?"
Qu He said, word by word, "Did I send you? Did I ask you to deliver the flowers? These words only move yourself."
She looked at the bunch of pink lychees in the entryway and suddenly felt extremely ironic.
"Qian Zhaoye, you've always been able to tell the difference between cappuccino and pink lychee, haven't you?"
A hint of unease flashed across Qian Zhaoye's face as he stubbornly tried to argue, "Why do you always care about these meaningless things?"
Qu He once again admired his sophistry.
Qian Zhaoye: "Both flowers are pretty much the same, and the cappuccino roses I chose for you are even more expensive. Doesn't that show my sincerity? Besides, didn't I choose the ones you liked this time?"
"Almost..." Qu He repeated the three words softly, finding it utterly ridiculous.
She looked at the man she had loved for seven years, her voice soft yet carrying an inexplicable weight:
"Qian Zhaoye, after you drink coffee with two servings of milk, eat food with cilantro, and wear linen clothes, do you still think it's 'almost the same'?"
Qian Zhaoye's expression froze, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.
Qu He took a deep breath. "Actually, it's not that they're 'about the same,' but that you think I'm 'about the same.'"
She shoved him and pointed to the door: "You're not welcome in my house, get out."
Qian Zhaoye was completely enraged, and his voice rose: "Qu He! Don't push your luck! How can we get married like this?"
"Then let's not get married," Qu He heard herself say.
His tone was so calm, as if he were saying that tomorrow would also be a rainy day.
The air froze instantly.
Qian Zhaoye seemed struck by lightning, stunned for a few seconds, then gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know what you're saying?"
He strode forward, his tone tinged with feigned heartache: "Qu He, you've changed so much lately I hardly recognize you. Quitting your job, not wanting to get married—what do you really want? Haven't I given you enough these past few years?"
He slowed his tone, as if he were brainwashing someone:
"Think about it, who has given more in the past few years? Be honest with yourself, haven't I been good enough to you? I've spent more time and energy on you than my parents have. I know I make mistakes sometimes, but are you going to forget all the good I've done for you just because of one bad thing I did?"
“Think back to these past few years, how we’ve come this far, and we’re getting married soon. I hope you can understand me a little more and be more considerate of me. I don’t ask you to support my career like those rich heiresses do; I just want you to stay by my side and be there for me.”
Qu He stood there, her whole body ice-cold, her eardrums buzzing.
He's using PUA on her again.
She looked at his mouth opening and closing, feeling utterly unfamiliar with him.
Seven years.
She sacrificed seven years, only to be met with his self-righteous "PUA" tactics.
Seeing her silence, Qian Zhaoye assumed she had been persuaded and revealed a confident smile.
"Ahe, listen to me. I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said. You can rest for a few more days if you want, but..."
"Get out." Qu He's voice was somewhat hoarse.
Qian Zhaoye was stunned: "What?"
"roll!"
She grabbed a flower from the entryway and slammed it hard into his chest.
The wrapping paper tore, and pink petals scattered all over the ground.
As if venting her anger, Qu He threw whatever she could grab without thinking.
Tissues, keys, picture frames...
Qian Zhaoye had no time to dodge and took several blows, staggering back several steps as his leather shoes crushed pink sap from the fallen petals.
Qian Zhaoye finally retreated to the door in a panic, and Qu He slammed the door shut.
It isolated him from his anger and frustration.
The world is finally at peace.
Qu He gripped the doorknob, her forehead pressed against the door, panting heavily.
Rose petals lay scattered on the floor, a mess that mirrored her shattered seven years of youth.
Outside the window, the downpour continued.
But this rain that lasted for seven years,
It finally stopped.
After Qian Zhaoye left, Qu He finished cleaning and slept until the afternoon.
When I woke up, the rain had already stopped.
The gloom of the downpour dissipated, and the sunset glow burned from east to west.
After a strong emotional shock, I had a terrible headache.
Qu He rubbed her temples and reached for her phone to check the time.
The moment the screen lights up, a new WeChat message pops up.
Qu He's hazy mind cleared up considerably after seeing the sender's name.
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