Chapter 185 See you tomorrow, my benefactor's wife
Qu He was rendered speechless by his series of analyses and rhetorical questions.
She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't find the words.
Has this person really lost their memory?
Could it be an act?
It's like losing an amnesia has somehow maxed out all the scheming and flirting skills in my head?
Seeing her embarrassed and annoyed expression, Zhuang Bieyan's smile deepened.
He found himself thoroughly enjoying the process of gradually peeling away her facade and watching her reveal her true emotions.
Just as he was about to ask something else, there was a knock on the door.
This time, Qu He learned her lesson and didn't open the door immediately. Instead, she first peered through the peephole.
Standing outside the door was none other than Zhou Shi'an.
Why would he come?
Qu He glanced back at Zhuang Bieyan in the living room.
"Ahe? Are you home?" Zhou Shi'an's voice came from outside the door.
Qu He walked quickly back to the living room and met Zhuang Bieyan's questioning gaze. She lowered her voice and said, "Could you please go to my room to leave for a moment? Just for a little while!"
Zhuang Bieyan looked at the obvious expression on her face that she didn't want to be seen by outsiders, and a hint of displeasure flashed deep in his eyes.
Is the reason she's so eager to hide him because of the man outside the door?
Qu He pulled him toward the bedroom, opened the door, and pushed him inside.
After closing the door, he went to open it.
"Brother Shi'an, what brings you here?"
Zhou Shi'an stood outside the door, carrying a bag of fruit. "I heard that even Teacher Lian and Uncle Qu went out, and I was worried that you were home alone, so I came to check on you. Why did it take you so long to open the door?"
"I was in the restroom and didn't hear you. Please come in and sit down."
"No,"
Zhou Shi'an smiled. "I just stopped by to see you. How have you been lately? I heard that President Zhuang has woken up."
"I'm fine, and he's awake and slowly recovering."
Qu He gave a vague answer and did not tell him about Zhuang Bieyan's amnesia.
"It's good that you're awake."
Zhou Shi'an nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Ahe, let bygones be bygones. Don't keep it bottled up inside and make things difficult for yourself. If you need help, or just want to talk to someone, you can always reach out to me. I'm always here for you."
"I know, thank you, Brother Shi'an."
Inside the bedroom, Zhuang Bieyan frowned.
Should we just let bygones be bygones?
Don't make things difficult for yourself.
Has it always been there?
These words sounded jarring no matter how you looked at them.
Is this man being a little too concerned about his wife?
A strong possessiveness, driven by instinct, grows wildly.
He subconsciously looked around the room, and finally his gaze landed on the desk.
There, an open document lay.
Divorce agreement.
Zhou Shi'an didn't linger outside the door; soon, the sound of the door closing could be heard.
After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Qu He's voice came in: "He's gone, you can come out now."
There was no response from inside.
Qu He waited a few seconds, her heart pounding, then knocked again: "Zhuang Bieyan?"
Still no movement.
She pushed open the door.
Zhuang Bieyan stood with his back to the light, his tall figure casting a shadow on the floor.
He stood in front of her desk, his back to her.
What she was holding in her hand was the divorce agreement she had found a few days ago while tidying up her things, which she hadn't had time to deal with yet.
Hearing the door open, Zhuang Bieyan turned around, raised his head, and looked at her with a deep gaze.
The afternoon sun streamed into the bedroom.
He stood against the light, his facial expression mostly hidden in shadow, making it difficult to see clearly.
But Qu He felt a sense of oppression emanating from him.
He waved the paper in his hand, pinching the edge of the paper with a slight force, making a soft sound.
“What is this?” he asked.
Qu He's heart sank, but she forced herself to remain calm. "You've only lost your memory, not your sight. Don't you recognize those big words?"
Zhuang Bieyan demanded, "A divorce agreement? Qu He, you want a divorce from me?"
Seeing him questioning her with the divorce papers in hand, and recalling his eloquent analysis just now, Qu He felt a surge of anger.
She decided to go along with his words and start making things up, regaining the initiative: "As you can see."
"Moreover, this wasn't my idea alone. It was given to me before you lost your memory. It was you who wanted a divorce."
But Zhuang Bieyan was not as shocked as she had expected.
He casually flipped through the agreement, his gaze lingering on certain clauses, and he chuckled softly.
"Child custody and visitation rights?"
He read the words aloud, looked up, and said with a playful expression, "I had no idea when we had a child that we would have to raise together?"
Qu He: "!!!"
Zhuang Bieyan then pointed to the barely noticeable website watermark in the header, "There's this too?"
"Could it be that our top-notch legal team in the Zhuang Group's legal department can't even draft a decent divorce agreement, and would make such a basic mistake as directly using an online template without even removing the watermark?"
Qu He was speechless, her cheeks flushed red, and she wished she could disappear into the ground.
This agreement was printed at Yujia Ferry last time and casually tossed into Director Lian's study.
I saw it when I went back to pack my things a few days ago. I was afraid that Director Lian would misunderstand if he saw it, so I put it in my bag and took it back to Beicheng. I originally planned to throw it away, but I was busy and forgot about it. I didn't expect him to catch me red-handed today!
"I...it's none of your business where I got it! Is a draft not allowed?" She stepped forward, trying to take it back.
Zhuang Bieyan simply raised his arm and easily avoided her hand.
Seeing her flushed face, a faint smile flickered in Zhuang Bieyan's eyes, but his expression remained serious.
He didn't continue to expose her flawed lie, but casually tossed it onto the desk and strode toward her.
The distance shortened instantly.
His tall figure loomed over us.
"so,"
He lowered his head. "Who exactly wants a divorce? Hmm?"
"Is it because I have amnesia that you find me troublesome and want to get rid of me, this burden?"
His gaze sharpened. "Is it because of... that guy earlier, the one who made you so eager to hide me, 'Brother Shi'an'?"
Qu He was forced to take a half step back, where she blocked the door panel, with nowhere left to retreat.
"Neither!"
She avoided his gaze and retorted weakly, "It has nothing to do with your amnesia! It has even less to do with Brother Shi An!"
"Yeah?"
He spoke as if to himself, yet also as if to her, “So, even if there’s no one else around, you still want to leave me.”
He frowned slightly and gave a wry smile. "It seems that our previous problems were more serious than I imagined. So serious that even if I don't remember anything, you still can't bear to be by my side."
He used this tactic of retreating to advance with unparalleled skill.
By placing herself in a passive position and shifting all the blame onto her pre-amnesia self, Qu He was at a loss for how to respond.
She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, wanting to say "it's not your problem," wanting to say "there's too much deception between us."
But seeing his current state of complete ignorance yet deep distress, those words stuck in my throat, and I couldn't bring myself to say them.
Are you expecting her to accuse an amnesiac of his past "crimes"?
Does she even want to live a normal life?
"I..." Qu He was speechless, her momentum instantly weakening.
"Then can you tell me? What did I do in the past that disappointed you so much that you even considered divorce?"
Qu He looked into his eyes, her heart filled with mixed feelings.
How should she answer?
"It's all in the past. You don't remember anything now, so there's no point in saying these things."
"How could it be useless?"
Zhuang Bieyan retorted urgently, "If I have ever hurt you, even if I don't remember, I should know. Only by knowing can I avoid making the same mistake again and make amends."
He stepped forward, his gaze intense. "Give me a chance, a chance to get to know you again, and for you to get to know me again, okay?"
His words were earnest, and his eyes were focused, as if he were truly just an amnesiac husband eager to make amends for his mistakes.
Qu He's defenses gradually crumbled under his relentless onslaught.
She looked at the man in front of her, a man who was both familiar and unfamiliar.
Gone is her former composure and strategic thinking; she has become more vulnerable and stubborn. This contrast makes it difficult for her to harden her heart.
"I need time," she said softly, avoiding his gaze.
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Bieyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The fact that it takes time means that it hasn't been completely rejected, and that he still has a chance.
"good."
He nodded. "I'll wait. You can wait as long as you want."
"But before you give me the final result, could you please temporarily preserve my husband's status and rights?"
Qu He looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"For example, it would give me a legitimate reason to pick you up from get off work, bring you food, or show up whenever you need me."
"as you like."
A glint flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it. However, the slight upturn at the corners of his mouth betrayed his inner emotions.
"Thank you. Then, this flawed divorce agreement is null and void."
After saying that, he picked up the divorce agreement from the desk, tore it to shreds in a few quick movements, and threw it into the trash can.
Qu He turned her head away, giving the impression that she should leave, "I need to rest."
As she spoke, she pushed him toward the door.
Zhuang Bieyan followed her force but did not move.
Instead, taking advantage of her pulling him, he leaned down slightly, got close to her ear, and whispered, "Okay, I'll go."
His warm breath brushed against her ear. "See you tomorrow morning, my benefactor's wife."
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