Chapter 197 This relationship is so frustrating.
As soon as Director Lian and Teacher Qu entered, they saw Qu He standing with her back to them at the door of the room.
Upon hearing the sound, she turned around and trembled slightly, as if she had been frightened; she looked somewhat flustered.
"Dad, Mom, you're back?" Qu He greeted them, feigning composure.
"Hmm," Director Lian responded, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment before sweeping over the slightly messy sofa, his tone devoid of emotion.
When Qu He feels guilty, she can't help but touch her hair and clothes.
As soon as Teacher Qu entered the room, she went to the balcony to collect the clothes. "I knew Ahe would definitely collect the clothes. Look, she even mopped the balcony floor."
"Didn't you go to the store today?"
"Yes, I got back late last night, I'll go this afternoon."
"You just got up, haven't you eaten yet? Dad will make you something to eat."
As he spoke, he walked toward the kitchen.
Qu He gave a guilty laugh, "No need, I'll eat it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt something was off, as if she had forgotten something.
Sure enough, the next second, Teacher Qu pointed at the soup bowl on the table and exclaimed, "Oh my!"
"Our Ah He can cook noodles now! There's shredded pork and eggs too, it looks delicious! Our Qu family is about to produce a culinary genius! This bowl of noodles has to be on the New Year's Eve dinner table, so your dad can have a good taste!"
He showered the soup base of the vegetable and shredded pork noodle soup with praise without any regard for principle.
Qu He's heart jumped into her throat instantly.
Oh no, I forgot to destroy the evidence.
She rushed over and, before Director Lian could even look, snatched the bowl of noodles, shoved it into the sink, and turned on the tap to rinse it thoroughly.
"I learned from a video on my phone. This is my first time making it, and the taste is just so-so, hahaha. Look, I burned my hands!"
In a moment of quick thinking, she stretched out the finger covered in burn ointment, trying to distract herself.
"Ouch, you didn't burn yourself, did you? Don't make it next time, just order takeout." Teacher Qu felt sorry for him.
Just then, a sharp "bang" came from Qu He's bedroom.
The three people in the living room all turned to look at the tightly closed bedroom door.
Director Lian inquired further, Teacher Qu was puzzled, and Qu He felt a chill run down her spine.
"It must have been because of the strong wind earlier. I didn't close the window properly and it blew something over. I'll go in and take a look. You guys go ahead with your work!"
After saying that, before they could react, he turned the doorknob, slipped inside, and slammed the door shut.
As soon as she entered, she saw Zhuang Bieyan standing in front of her dressing table.
At my feet was a fallen plastic face mask storage box, with face masks scattered all over the floor.
Qu He was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth. She walked over, lowered her voice, and poked his arm: "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
Zhuang Bieyan shrugged, his expression utterly sincere: "I was just trying to tidy up the table for you, and I accidentally knocked it over."
"Thank you so much!" Qu He gritted her teeth, wishing she could throw him out the window.
Outside the door came Teacher Qu's voice: "Ahe, your mother and I are going back to school. The clothes are in the dryer. Remember to take them out before you leave."
"Okay!" Qu He quickly replied.
Then, the sound of a door opening and closing was heard.
Qu He breathed a sigh of relief.
Only after hearing the sound of the door opening and closing outside did she turn around and push Zhuang Bieyan away, saying, "Alright, alright, you should go now."
Zhuang Bieyan sighed silently in his heart.
He wanted to have an open and honest relationship with his wife, but she was determined to have a secret affair with him.
This relationship is so frustrating.
With less than three days left until the Qinglan Cup finals, Qu He devoted almost all her energy to the works submitted for the Basel exhibition.
I spend every day in Heyuefang.
Zhuang Bieyan then became her personal driver, chauffeuring her between Baiyu Bay and Heyuefang rain or shine.
However, recently, an unusual item has appeared in this "private car".
A tear-off countdown calendar has been added to the center console.
It's a thin book with only seven pages.
On the top page, several large characters were written in striking red pen: Countdown to Return to Wanhua Garden.
Next to it was a pitiful little figure in a suit, squatting outside the house.
That evening, the Rolls-Royce stopped downstairs at Baiyuwan.
Zhuang Bieyan parked the car, reached for the calendar, and with a "rip," tore off another page.
The calendar shows a red "4".
Qu He looked at his serious expression and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "President Zhuang, you're making this countdown more nerve-wracking than my finals. It's quite a ritualistic thing to do."
Zhuang Bieyan turned his head to the side.
The dim yellow light from the streetlights outside the window fell on his face, casting a hint of melancholy.
He reached out and pinched her cheek, feigning grievance: "This is called hope."
"I just want to remind a certain great designer who only has art in his eyes that there is a legal husband in the prime of his life in Wanhua Garden who is forced to live alone in an empty house."
"puff……"
Qu He was amused by his mournful tone and choice of words, and burst into laughter.
She leaned back in her seat and it took her a while to recover.
She leaned in and quickly kissed him on the lips. "Wait a little longer, okay? Once the results of the Qinglan Cup finals are out, I promise I'll tell Director Lian right away, okay?"
Zhuang Bieyan took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist, preventing her from pulling away.
With his forehead pressed against hers, he lowered his voice and accused, "Ahe, why do I feel like you're just like those scholars from ancient times who studied hard for years, only thinking about settling down when they've passed the imperial examinations and achieved top honors? Scholar Qu, give me a straight answer, when are you going to let me get a permanent position?"
Qu He was amused by his analogy and deliberately imitated his usual aloof and composed demeanor, shaking her head and saying in a affected tone, "Young master, don't be impatient, everything is preordained~"
Before she could finish speaking, the man's kiss, carrying a hint of punishment, silenced all her teasing.
The kiss was deep and lingering, and the air in the car gradually became sticky. It wasn't until Qu He's breathing became unsteady and she gently pushed him away that he reluctantly let go.
He pressed his forehead against hers, his voice low and husky, "Shall I take you upstairs?"
"no!"
Qu He immediately sat up straight. "If my mom sees us, all our previous efforts will be wasted. You don't want to fail at the last minute, do you?"
She opened the car door, turned around and winked at him, "See you tomorrow, Scholar Zhuang."
Zhuang Bieyan watched her retreating figure, sighed helplessly, and touched the "4" with his fingertips again, his eyes filled with resentment.
He felt inexplicably agitated and rolled down the car window halfway.
The night wind lifted the torn calendar page from the center console, which landed on his lap.
There are four days left until you are officially recognized as "Quhe's husband".
When Qu He got home, she had just entered the password to open the door when she heard familiar voices coming from the kitchen.
Upon entering, a pair of men's leather shoes were noticeably placed in the entryway.
She paused for a moment, then went inside and saw Zhou Shi'an wearing a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, bending down to help Teacher Qu pick celery.
His movements were very skilled; he pinched the celery leaf between his fingertips and snapped it off with a gentle pinch.
You're back?
Director Lian walked over from the living room. "Perfect timing. Go to the kitchen and help your brother Shi An prepare the vegetables. Dinner will be ready soon."
Qu He was completely confused, but she still went over as instructed.
Zhou Shi'an saw her and smiled gently.
He handed her the basket of vegetables, saying, "Don't get your hands dirty, just hold the basket, I'll do the picking."
Qu He took the vegetable basket, looked at her parents bustling in and out of the kitchen, and then at Zhou Shi'an, who was focused on picking vegetables beside her, and felt a little strange.
She leaned closer to Zhou Shi'an and lowered her voice, "Brother Shi'an, why did you suddenly come over today? Is there something you need to see me about?"
Zhou Shi'an paused in his work, then looked up. "Aunt Lian called this afternoon to invite me over for dinner."
"ah?"
Qu He was even more confused.
So suddenly? Why would Director Lian invite Zhou Shi'an to his home for dinner for no reason?
When it was time for dinner, Director Lian immediately vacated the seat opposite her, which was usually occupied by Teacher Qu, and invited Zhou Shi'an to sit down.
At the dinner table, even Director Lian began to reminisce about the past, which was quite unusual for him.
She talked about all the fun things she and Zhou Shi'an did together when they were little, like climbing trees to raid bird nests, catching fish in the river, playing in the mud at the ceramics factory, and how Zhou Shi'an took care of and protected her...
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