Chapter 189 Preparing to Cuckold You
As soon as Qu He finished speaking, Zhuang Bieyan's hand on her waist tightened involuntarily, so much so that it hurt her.
Say it again.
His voice was terribly low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out.
Qu He could feel his rapid heartbeat; he was angry.
But for some reason, looking at him like this, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
Meeting his dangerous gaze, she slightly raised her chin and repeated, "He's a doctor, a respectable profession. Life with him may be ordinary, but it's very stable."
This statement was half true and half false, and contained an element of spite.
Zhuang Bieyan stared intently at her, then lowered his head until their noses touched.
He scoffed.
"Professional dignity?"
"A stable life?"
With each question he posed, the aura of danger around him intensified.
"So, I deserve to be eliminated, is that it? Even if I don't remember anything, I'm not even given a chance to make amends?"
Qu He was struck by the self-deprecating tone in his words.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but he interrupted her.
"pity,"
His voice suddenly turned cold, "Even if I'm out of the game, don't think you can get away easily."
This kiss was different from the previous acts of plunder and gentle probing; it was filled with a desperate possessiveness.
Zhuang Bieyan seemed to want to prove that she belonged to him through this kiss, like a brand that was imprinted on their hearts and melted into their bones.
Quhe could only passively endure it.
Her hands pressed weakly against his chest, initially intending to push him away, but instead she ended up gripping his collar tightly.
After an unknown amount of time, just when Qu He felt she was about to suffocate, Zhuang Bieyan finally released her.
His forehead pressed against hers, both of them breathing heavily, their hot breaths mingling together, indistinguishable from one another.
“Ah He,” he said in a hoarse voice, pleading in a low voice, “don’t do this to me.”
A simple sentence shattered Qu He's psychological defenses.
My heart felt warm, sour, and a little bitter.
She suddenly realized that she wasn't the only one suffering in this relationship.
This seemingly strong and aggressive man, even though he has lost his memory, is still filled with unease and uncertainty.
She looked at his face, at the lingering panic and vulnerability in his eyes, and her heart softened completely.
Qu He raised her hand, wanting to touch his face, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed her down into the seat.
She sighed helplessly, her voice still slightly breathless, "Cheng Liqing, he is not divorced."
Zhuang Bieyan looked at her in surprise, and the grip on her hand loosened a little.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qu He couldn't help but touch his face.
She briefly explained Cheng Liqing's situation to him.
“He is the son of my mother’s elementary school classmate. What happened today was purely accidental, and he was unaware of it. He also has his own relationship problems. We just chatted briefly, nothing more.”
Zhuang Bieyan's gaze softened slightly, but she was still somewhat unconvinced. "Then why did you see him downstairs? And chat with him for so long?"
“I dare not disobey Director Lian’s orders. Besides, he wants to explain the misunderstanding, so I can’t just stop him from speaking.”
She paused, looked up at him directly, and said reproachfully, "So now, Mr. Zhuang, can you please stop looking like you're about to devour someone?"
"So you're not...."
He sought confirmation with some uncertainty.
"Not what?"
Qu He raised an eyebrow. "Having a pleasant conversation? Developing feelings for each other? Planning to cheat on you?"
Zhuang Bieyan looked away uncomfortably, but did not loosen his grip on her arm.
"Who told you to bring him down and chat for so long?"
That was a polite smile.
So, are you jealous?
"yes."
Qu He didn't expect him to answer so directly.
She said helplessly, "Zhuang Bieyan, have you forgotten that the problem between us has never been about whether Cheng Liqing or Zhang Liqing exists?"
These words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the ambiguous atmosphere that had just begun to build in the car.
Zhuang Bieyan fell silent, looking at her with a complicated expression.
Yes, he forgot, or rather, he simply didn't know what the specific problems were between them.
All he knew was that their relationship was strained, she wanted a divorce, and he didn't want to, and that they might have already been on the verge of breaking up before the incident even happened.
"So what's the problem between us?"
He asked humbly, "Tell me, whatever it is, give me a chance to make amends, okay?"
Qu He didn't intend to hide it from him, but for him, who was now suffering from amnesia, those past events were like listening to a story that had nothing to do with him—pale, powerless, and devoid of any real feeling.
Saying it out loud won't change anything.
"There's no point in saying some things now. Let's talk about them after you regain your memory."
Qu He pushed him away, sat up straight, and tidied her clothes and hair that he had messed up.
"I've been down here too long, I should go back."
She opened the car door, one foot already outside.
But Zhuang Bieyan grabbed her hand again.
Qu He turned around.
His voice was hoarse, "Then when I remember, will you still give me a chance?"
Will you, once I remember, revert to being the Zhuang Bieyan who might have hurt you, and then completely shut me out?
He didn't ask the question aloud, but Qu He understood it from his eyes.
Seeing the anxiety and hope in his eyes, my heart ached again.
"Then let's wait until that day to talk about it."
She gently freed her wrist from his grasp.
This time, Zhuang Bieyan did not try to keep her any longer. He gradually loosened his grip and finally let her go completely.
Qu He got out of the car, closed the door behind her, and walked quickly towards the apartment building.
Zhuang Bieyan sat in the car, his gaze following her retreating figure.
"When that day comes..." He smiled bitterly.
When I got home, only Director Lian and Teacher Qu were left in the living room.
Cheng Liqing's parents have already left, presumably because he has already made a phone call to explain things clearly.
Director Lian looked at Qu He with a complicated expression, but in the end he just sighed and said nothing.
Fortunately, this blind date blunder is now temporarily behind us.
The next morning, Director Lian and Teacher Qu left early in the morning.
Qu He was about to go to Heyuefang after finishing breakfast when she received a call from Zhuang Liuyue.
She said she didn't know who had leaked the news, but those old guys inside the group might have found out about Zhuang Bieyan's amnesia.
They used the pretext of hosting a family banquet to try and find out what was really going on.
Therefore, she needs to cooperate tonight to help cover for Zhuang Bieyan.
Qu He did not refuse.
I never expected that I would reappear at the Zhuang residence with Zhuang Bieyan under such circumstances.
Zhuang Liuyue had already arranged for people to prepare the dress and makeup at Wanhua Garden.
Qu He went downstairs and, sure enough, saw Zhuang Bieyan's car waiting downstairs.
When he saw her come out, he naturally took the bag from her hand and opened the car door for her.
Zhuang Liuyue must have told him beforehand, so he didn't ask anything and drove the car towards Wanhua Garden.
It feels like ages since I last returned to Wanhua Garden. As the distance draws ever closer, my heart grows increasingly restless.
This place holds so many memories for them.
She looked at Zhuang Bieyan in the driver's seat, but he remained calm.
A faint sense of loss welled up in Qu He's heart.
Upon arriving at Wanhua Garden, a professional team of costume designers and makeup artists had been waiting for a long time.
As soon as Qu He entered the door, she was startled by the scene in the living room.
High-end gowns, glittering with jewels, a dazzling array.
"Is this... really necessary to go to such lengths?"
Qu He pointed to the row of clothes racks, "Isn't this a family dinner? Anyone who didn't know better would think we were getting married!"
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Bieyan chuckled softly, then naturally took her hand and led her to sit down on the sofa.
He asked jokingly, "What, is Ah He looking forward to the wedding?"
Qu He's cheeks flushed instantly. She glared at him irritably, pulled her hand back, but didn't respond to his teasing.
"Although it's a family dinner, it's also the first time I've formally introduced you to the elders of the clan, so it should be taken seriously. Besides, you are the rightful wife of the president of the Zhuang Group, shouldn't you be given this kind of recognition?"
He spoke with such conviction that Qu He was momentarily speechless.
That seems to make sense.
Especially tonight, when we need to maintain appearances.
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