Chapter 3 The "Surprise" in the Wedding Room
Qian Zhaoye stood not far away, his face terribly gloomy.
Qu He stepped out of Zhuang Bieyan's arms and stood up. She lowered her head to straighten her wedding dress, not noticing the fleeting coldness in Zhuang Bieyan's eyes when he saw Qian Zhaoye.
Qian Zhaoye strode forward, grabbed Qu He's wrist, and pulled her behind him.
His gaze abruptly stopped when it fell upon Zhuang Bieyan, and when he spoke again, his previous arrogance was completely gone: "Mr. Zhuang... what are you doing here?"
Zhuang Bieyan nodded slightly, slowly adjusted his cuffs, and glanced indifferently at Qian Zhaoye's hand holding Qu He's.
"Miss Qu," he said, looking at Qu He in a deep voice, "it's best to change anything that's not suitable for you as soon as possible."
Qu He was taken aback and followed his gaze to see the wedding dress skirt that had extended quite a bit.
This wedding dress is beautiful, but it's ultimately not suitable for me.
Qian Zhaoye's face was a little ugly. In the past few years, he had been fawned over and pampered wherever he went, and this was the first time he had greeted someone and received no response.
He Zhuang Bieyan is just relying on his prestigious family background; what's so great about him?
He unconsciously increased the pressure on her wrist, completely unaware that red marks had already appeared on Qu He's wrist.
"Mr. Zhuang, my fiancée is being immature, please forgive her."
Zhuang Bieyan then looked at him, her tone polite but distant: "It seems that President Qian is so busy with business that he can only let his fiancée try on wedding dresses alone."
Upon hearing this, Qian Zhaoye's face turned pale and then red. Qu He gasped as he gripped her wrist, trying to break free.
The atmosphere was frozen solid.
"Mr. Qian," Zhuang Bieyan's voice turned cold, "it's best to be careful when dealing with your sweetheart."
Qu He's heart skipped a beat.
Was Zhuang Bieyan speaking up for her?
Did he not hear what the shop assistant said, or...?
Qian Zhaoye's face darkened further, but he dared not argue and could only reluctantly let go.
Qu He massaged her wrists, looked up and stared directly into Zhuang Bieyan's eyes, where there seemed to be an emotion she couldn't decipher.
The store manager rushed over and said, "Mr. Zhuang, your order has been prepared."
She respectfully led Zhuang Bieyan into the inner room.
Zhuang Bieyan nodded to the two of them in farewell. As they passed each other, his sleeve lightly brushed against Qu He's palm, disappearing in an instant.
His figure disappeared at the end of the corridor. Qian Zhaoye straightened Qu He's shoulders and asked suspiciously, "When did you meet Zhuang Bieyan?"
Qu He looked at the man she had loved for seven years and suddenly felt utterly unfamiliar with him.
His tie was crooked, and there were barely noticeable red marks on his suit jacket, the same color as Qiao Mian's lipstick in the video.
Seemingly realizing that his tone had been somewhat offensive, he reached out to stroke her face. "I was just so worried about you."
Qu He tilted her head away, "Didn't you have something to do? Why did you suddenly come?"
Qian Zhaoye's expression stiffened for a moment: "What could be more important than accompanying you to try on wedding dresses? Didn't I want to give you a surprise?"
Qu He felt nauseous as she watched his feigned concern.
When exactly did he begin to become a habitual liar?
"Have you decided on your wedding dress yet? This one suits you perfectly." Qian Zhaoye glanced meaningfully at the hollowed-out waistline of the dress.
Qu He closed her eyes briefly; perhaps the lights in the shop were too bright, making her eyes sting and ache. She turned away to avoid contact with him, saying, "I'm tired."
"Okay. I'll take you back."
Qu He changed out of her wedding dress and walked towards the gate.
As she passed the mirror at the corner, she saw Zhuang Bieyan standing on the second-floor railing, his eyes fixed on her. He didn't seem surprised to be discovered, and when Qu He turned around, he only smiled faintly.
The thought that he had witnessed her humiliation today made Qu He force a polite smile and quicken her pace to leave.
As they walked out of the bridal shop, Qian Zhaoye opened the passenger door of the Cayenne with a gentle smile: "Get in, I'll take you home."
Qu He stood rooted to the spot, staring at the familiar Cayenne in front of him, the scene of him and Qiao Mian arguing in the car in the video just now flashing through his mind.
How dare he!
The car was filthy, and the air itself reeked of a nauseating stench.
Qu He looked at his affectionate expression, his hand gripping the bag strap until it turned white, and she tried hard to control her emotions so as not to remove the mask from his face.
Seeing her standing there in a daze, Qian Zhaoye reached out to take her hand: "What's wrong? Get in the car quickly."
Qu He took a step back. "I'll drive myself."
Qian Zhaoye's expression changed slightly, but he quickly put on a doting smile again: "Okay, let's go back to the bridal chamber for dinner tonight. I've prepared a surprise for you."
"A surprise?" Qu He asked.
What surprise could compare to what has happened in the last two days?
Looking at the fake tenderness on his face, Qu He felt as if her heart was being slowly cut open by a knife.
Seven years have passed, and only today has she realized how hypocritical and cheap his affection truly was!
The two returned to Xishan Peninsula one after the other.
She and Qian Zhaoye bought their marital home here.
As soon as Qu He entered, she smelled a faint fragrance of roses.
The next second, Qian Zhaoye walked up to her with a bouquet of cappuccino roses, his face full of affection: "Ahe, are you happy?"
Qu He dug her fingers into her palms so hard that her nails almost embedded themselves into her flesh.
Cappuccino Rose.
This was the first bouquet of flowers Qian Zhaoye gave her seven years ago.
At that time, she had only a vague feeling for Qian Zhaoye.
At that moment, he held the flowers, his eyes filled with her: "Ahe, you are my one and only rose in this world."
But now, this bouquet of roses felt like a slap in the face, a hard blow to her cheek.
unique?
What about Qiao Mian?
What about the lingering breaths in the video?
What does the whispered pity from the bridal shop assistants amount to?
Qian Zhaoye: "I knew this was your favorite flower, so I went to the flower shop to buy it today."
Qu He stared at the flowers in front of her, her throat tightened, and her eyes stung and swelled, but she forced back her tears.
The flowers were beautiful, but they weren't her type.
From the first month of their relationship, Qu He told Qian Zhaoye that her favorite flower was the pink lychee.
But for every holiday after that, Qian Zhaoye always sent him cappuccino.
When she first received it, Qu He smiled and told him, "You're mistaken, I like pink lychees."
At the time, Qian Zhaoye explained, "I'm sorry, the two flowers look too similar. I will definitely not make a mistake next time."
But the same thing happened again the second time.
At that time, Qu He was still trying to make excuses for him in her heart. It's normal for a boy not to be able to distinguish between different types of flowers. She even took him to a flower shop to help him identify the difference between the two types of flowers.
The third time, when the bouquet appeared before her again, Qu He silently accepted it.
The fourth time, the fifth time, the sixth time...
She could find no more reasons, and she didn't want to find any more.
It doesn't matter anymore, after all, she can't live without anyone.
Qu He took a deep breath. "Is this the surprise you were talking about?"
Qian Zhaoye: "Do you like it, baby? You've been busy with company matters these past few days, you must be tired."
Qu He was inwardly amused by her own anger.
How come she didn't notice how shameless Qian Zhaoye was before?
Now that I think about it, it seems like every time he gave me roses and sweet words, it was after I had finished my company projects. What does that even mean?
Do you slap someone and then give them a treat?
Using cheap and hypocritical affection and a bouquet of roses she doesn't like to make her work harder for the company.
Seeing that she didn't react, Qian Zhaoye assumed she was moved, so he smiled and stuffed the flowers into her arms, then casually put his arm around her waist.
His gaze lingered uncontrollably on Qu He's body.
The waistline I saw in the bridal shop just now seems to be swaying in my mind's eye.
Qian Zhaoye's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a surge of heat rose within him.
Qu He wrapped herself in a rigid black business suit every day, and he almost forgot that Qu He was actually very beautiful.
Unlike Qiao Mian's flamboyant and outward beauty, her beauty is one that requires careful observation to discover—cool and resilient.
However, that old-fashioned outfit sealed away her original figure and radiance.
Seven years ago, he was attracted to her by the way she looked in a dress, but unfortunately...
A surge of possessiveness and novelty welled up inside him. Qian Zhaoye's hand affectionately embraced Qu He's slightly stiff shoulder, and his fingertips lingered intimately by her ear.
He leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice filled with desire: "Ahe, you look so beautiful in your wedding dress..."
He paused after speaking, completely unaware of the tense body of the person in his arms, "Don't wear that old-fashioned business suit anymore. I prefer you in a dress."
His tone was light and even carried a hint of generous charity: "When you dress yourself up nicely, I feel good to see you, right?"
Qu He: "...."
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