Chapter 24 Zhuang Bieyan steadily supported her.
After leaving the hospital, Qu He blocked Qian Zhaoye and Qiao Mian's contact information, as well as all members of the Qian family, and also left all company work groups.
After returning home, her emotions belatedly surged back, causing her head to feel congested, dizzy, and sweating uncontrollably. The extreme lack of oxygen to her brain seemed to have robbed her of her mobility, leaving her completely numb.
Qu He cooked a bowl of wontons, swallowed two pills, and lay down on the bed.
Half-asleep, half-awake, my consciousness wavered between clarity and confusion.
I woke up again to the sound of thunder and rain.
Lightning ripped through the night sky, and white light shone through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the room in a stark white.
I didn't close the window before going to bed, and the strong wind blew raindrops, leaving a puddle on the floor.
Three o'clock in the morning.
Qu He's eyes were throbbing. She struggled to get out of bed, closed the window, and mopped the floor.
Just as she lay back down on the bed, a sharp, cramping pain suddenly shot through her lower abdomen. She hunched over and rushed into the bathroom, where she looked down and saw a dark red stain spreading across her pajama bottoms.
The medicine prescribed by the doctor is working far too fast.
The storm brought menstrual cramps.
On a rainy June night, she was shivering with cold.
Even after filling a hot water bottle and pressing it against my stomach, I still couldn't shake off the chill that seeped into my bones.
Qu He recalled that she never had this problem when she was in college.
It was the five years of staying up late with Qian Zhaoye for social events, coupled with emotional exhaustion, that gradually led to this problem.
The most painful memory I have is of eating at the Qian family's house.
She was in so much pain that her face turned pale and she could barely hold her chopsticks. At that moment, Fu Yuehua just glanced at her lightly and said, "Qu He, you'll be cured of this illness by having a child."
child...
In a daze, Qu He fell into another dream.
She was wearing a pure white wedding dress, her belly prominently protruding.
The guests were all smiles, but on the stage, Qiao Mian was holding Qian Zhaoye's arm, exchanging rings.
Suddenly, a tearing pain shot through my abdomen, and blood trickled down my leg, staining the floor crimson...
She tried to shout, but no sound came out.
They wanted to escape, but couldn't move an inch.
Suddenly, the phone rang in my ear.
Qu He suddenly opened her eyes.
The sky was already bright, and the sun was shining brightly.
Qu He turned slightly to reach for her phone, and a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen, like being pricked by a needle.
It was Si Yue calling, saying there was an urgent matter at home and she needed to come to the store in the morning to pick up a customer.
Qu He casually inquired about Zhuang Bieyan's watch.
Si Yue knew it as soon as she heard it.
The day after Zhuang Xi experienced ceramics, she found the watch in her apron pocket. After searching for the price online, she didn't dare to ask about it on her WeChat Moments, so she put it in a drawer in the shop, thinking she would wait for the owner to come to her.
After hanging up the phone, Qu He leaned against the headboard for a while, then went to Heyuefang after washing up.
She found the watch based on what Si Yue had told her. It was a Patek Philippe with a black dial surrounded by diamonds. She took a picture of it and sent it to Zhuang Bieyan.
[Mr. Zhuang, your watch has been found. Would you like me to have it delivered to you?]
After thinking for a moment, she deleted the second half of the sentence and changed it to, "Would you like me to deliver it to you?"
Such an expensive watch, if something were to happen to it on the road, even selling her wouldn't be enough to compensate for it.
A moment later, the phone rang once.
Zhuang Bieyan replied: "Thank you. I have a meeting now, I'll come to the store to pick it up in twenty minutes."
A picture was attached below.
In the large conference room, people in suits sat on both sides of a rectangular table. Several people in the front row stared at the camera with their mouths agape, their expressions full of shock.
Qu He: "..."
How could someone like Zhuang Bieyan be looking at his phone during a meeting?
......
Zhuang's Group.
Meeting room.
Tan Cong glanced at his boss for the third time.
Just now, Dr. Guo from the lab and Deputy General Manager Luo from the finance department had a heated argument over an outsourced experiment.
Just as the atmosphere was tense, a crisp message notification sound suddenly rang out.
"Who doesn't mute their microphone during a meeting? How could such a basic mistake happen?" Dr. Guo asked angrily, slamming his fist on the table.
In the dead silence, Zhuang Bieyan calmly picked up his phone: "Sorry, it's mine."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Their boss, who was always seen as meticulous, first chuckled while staring at the screen, then raised his phone and snapped a photo of the meeting.
Dr. Guo's anger was stuck in his throat, and Vice President Luo opened his mouth but forgot to refute.
As the atmosphere froze, Zhuang Bieyan put down his phone, his expression unchanged: "The experiment can be outsourced, but the progress cannot be delayed."
Let's get back to the main point in one sentence.
The meeting was getting into the swing of things again.
Twenty minutes later, everyone saw their boss, Zhuang, suddenly stand up: "The meeting continues, Tan Cong will continue to follow up."
After saying that, he strode out of the conference room.
Those left in the meeting room looked at each other in bewilderment.
Tan Cong watched his boss's departing figure, silently shook his head, and vaguely guessed where he had gone.
...
Inside Heyuefang, Qu He curled up on the sofa, hugging her legs and clutching her stomach tightly, trying to relieve the pain in this way.
The painkillers she took before leaving home came on and went quickly, causing her to feel dizzy and her vision blurred.
She unlocked her phone and glanced at it. The delivery distance was less than 200 meters. She had ordered painkillers and brown sugar earlier because she was in so much pain.
Qu He forced herself to get up and dragged her unsteady steps toward the door.
The ceramic bells rang crisply.
"Thank you, just give it to me..." She reached out her hand, but her words trailed off.
What came into view was not the yellow vest of a deliveryman, but a pair of shiny black leather shoes, above which were crisp black suit trousers, and Zhuang Bieyan's amber eyes.
"Mr. Zhuang...?"
Zhuang Bieyan's gaze fell on her pale lips, his brows furrowing slightly: "You..."
"3521, Ms. Qu, your medicine!"
The deliveryman's voice came from behind Zhuang Bieyan.
Zhuang Bieyan turned his head at the sound, his broad shoulders completely blocking the light from the doorway.
Qu He weakly raised her eyes: "President Zhuang, could you please let..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhuang Bieyan had already taken the bulging yellow paper bag.
After the two entered, Qu He leaned against the reception desk and took the bag from his hand.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Zhuang Bieyan's voice deepened.
Qu He shook her head and opened the paper bag.
The packaging made a rustling sound, and as soon as I opened a pack of sanitary napkins, it slipped off and fell onto the floor between the two.
The air froze for a few seconds.
Qu He remembered that she had just bought this to reach the minimum order amount.
Just as she was about to bend down, a hand with distinct knuckles picked it up first.
Zhuang Bieyan remained calm, picked it up, and handed it back.
Qu He accepted it: "Thank you."
The ceramic bell at the door rang again.
A young couple pushed open the door and entered.
The girl, holding her boyfriend's arm, said, "Mr. Si, we've come to pick up the tea set we ordered two months ago."
Her gaze shifted between the two men, and she blinked in confusion. "Changed boss?"
"Mr. Si has something to attend to at home today."
Qu He hurriedly stuffed the medicine into the front desk drawer and forced herself to step forward: "Ms. Jin, is that right? You ordered two sets of Zuilanting wine utensils. They've already been packaged. Please wait a moment, I'll go get them for you."
In just a few words, cold sweat had already soaked through his back.
When she reached the door of the inner warehouse, everything suddenly went black, and her legs went weak. Just as she was about to kneel down, a pair of strong arms steadily supported her elbows.
"careful."
Zhuang Bieyan's voice was close to his ear, his warm breath brushing against his earlobe.
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