Chapter 34 Do you want to be a mistress?
Yu Shan glanced at the gloomy-faced man next to him and his heart sank.
"Hey! I just said what you taught me. Qu He had something come up, so it's not my fault. If you ask me, you should just go up to her and propose. She'll be so touched!"
Zhuang Bieyan, who had been silent since getting into the car, finally spoke, his voice hoarse: "She has a fiancé."
"So what? He's just... a fiancé!!!!"
Yu Shan turned his head abruptly, his face filled with shock: "Zhuang Lao Er! You...you want to be a mistress...?"
"Shut up."
“This is immoral, and as your future brother-in-law, I must stop you.”
In the past, Zhuang Bieyan would have kicked Yu Shan out of the car as soon as he heard the words "brother-in-law," but now all he could see was Qu He answering the phone earlier.
Her hesitation, her inner conflict...
Zhao Ye rejected him because of money.
Even after seeing the video with her own eyes, and even knowing that the man was cheating on her, she still chose to go back to him.
...
Zhaoye Technology.
The CEO's office.
As soon as Qian Zhaoye hung up the phone, Qiao Mian, who was waiting beside him, walked over and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"She agreed? I knew you'd find a way."
"Hmm." Qian Zhaoye pulled her hand away.
Qiao Mian lowered her head slightly and rested her head on his chest, her fingertips twirling in his chest, her voice sweet and cloying: "It's just letting Sister Qu have a meal, but that President Fang added three points."
Qian Zhaoye gripped his phone tightly. "Are you sure that as long as Qu He goes there, the contract will be signed?"
Qiao Mian raised her head and kissed his lips. "Of course. Back then, President Fang's offer was much higher than President Wan's, but Sister Qu chose President Wan. What else could it be but intentional? President Fang has chosen us again this time, putting aside past grievances, on the condition that he wants to meet with Sister Qu in person."
"Besides, do you think I wanted Qu He to go? I'd still owe her a favor. If she hadn't asked me to, I would have gone myself."
You'd better keep your word.
Qiao Mian lowered her gaze to her lower abdomen, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes: "Don't worry, I've arranged everything..."
Qian Zhaoye didn't say anything, he just stared straight ahead.
His subconscious told him he shouldn't have made that call, but...
He clenched his white knuckles.
Ah He, you've helped me so many times, please help me one more time.
The sun dipped below the horizon.
At this moment, everyone's fate is quietly shifting.
Qu He drove to Zun Yue according to the address sent by Qian Zhaoye.
This wasn't her first time here.
She had accompanied Qian Zhaoye to several social events before, but they were usually on the third floor. However, this time the private room Qian Zhaoye sent was on the fourth floor.
She followed the waiter to the door of the private room. "This is the private room Mr. Qian booked."
Qu He nodded slightly and pushed open the door to enter.
There was no one there.
For some reason, Qu He felt stuffy and hot from the moment she entered the private room, even though the air conditioning was turned up high, she didn't feel any coolness at all.
Ten minutes had passed since the agreed time between the two.
He's still so unpunctual.
Qu He picked up her teacup and took a sip. The jasmine tea had an indescribable sweetness. She frowned, and as soon as she put the cup down, she felt a wave of dizziness.
Something's not right!
She took out her phone, as if to make a call, but soon her fingers started to go numb, and the phone fell to the ground with a 'thud'.
She tried to get up, but her limbs felt incredibly weak, and she couldn't even breathe properly.
There's a problem!
Qu He shook her groggy head and bent down to pick up her phone from the floor, but before she could react, the door to the private room slowly opened.
She looked up blankly, but everything in front of her was blurry.
"You..." Qu He's lips trembled as she tried to speak, but her throat felt like it was burning, and she couldn't utter a complete sound.
In my last moments of consciousness, I could only see that blurry outline crouching down...
Fifth floor of Zunyue.
The whiskey ice in the glass had melted halfway.
Zhuang Bieyan sat on the sofa, turned on his phone and then turned the screen off again, repeating this action several times.
"Really not going to have a sip?" Yu Shan brought the wine closer, but was deterred by his cold gaze.
Just as I was about to say something, the door to the private room was pushed open.
Ling Huo came in with his suit open, picked up the whiskey on the table and took two sips, then lay down on the sofa like a corpse.
Yu Shan stepped forward and kicked him twice. "Look how wrinkled your clothes are! Did you go thief?"
Ling Huo crossed his legs and said, "What kind of thief am I? I went to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, but I didn't succeed."
"Oh!" Yu Shan raised an eyebrow, looking on with amusement. "Our little Ling has really grown up; he can even play the hero and save a damsel in distress!"
Ling Huo sat up straight with a jolt, loosening his tie. "I saw Fang Ganming coming out downstairs with a young girl in his arms. I only glanced at her because her clothes looked familiar. Who knew she would pounce on me like that?"
"Then what?"
"I thought he was forcing the girl to do something, and I almost got into a fight with him. But he said the girl was his girlfriend, and it was a consensual relationship, so why should I go up there? In short, it was a misunderstanding."
Yu Shan didn't take it seriously and took a sip of his drink. "Fang Ganming changes girlfriends every few days. Not to mention you, he himself might not even recognize who the girl from yesterday was the next day."
Ling Huo shook his leg. "That's true. But Fang Ganming really went all out this time. That girl's dress was a limited edition from D brand. My mom was talking about buying it yesterday, but he bought it..."
He shrugged. "What a waste of excitement! It's a shame I have no chance to use my fists and feet!"
On the sofa, Zhuang Bieyan's fingers unconsciously tightened. "What color is that dress?"
Ling Huo scratched his head, "White, or pink... the lighting is too dim..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt his collar tighten.
"Ah, cough cough, Brother Zhuang, why are you grabbing my neck? I can't breathe!!!" Ling Huo felt like his fate was being choked.
Zhuang Bieyan arrived at his side without him noticing, grabbing him by the collar with one hand.
Ling Huo frantically patted his hand.
"Where is she?" Zhuang Bieyan's voice was frighteningly deep.
"Who is it? Help... me..."
Upon hearing Zhuang Bieyan's words, Yu Shan immediately realized what was happening. "Second brother, go check the surveillance footage first!"
Zhuang Bieyan released his grip, and Ling Huo clutched his neck, panting heavily.
He had never seen such a farewell banquet before. Was this still the Zhuang family's Yu Shu, whom the people of Beicheng described as upright and refined?
Yu Shan's fingers flew across the screen, "Fang Gan's luxury car drove into the underground parking garage."
Almost the instant he heard it, Zhuang Bieyan turned and rushed toward the door, so fast that he kicked over several wine bottles.
Yu Shan hurriedly chased after him and grabbed his hand: "Second brother! Calm down! What if it's not..."
Zhuang Bieyan shook off his hand, her voice so low it was almost inaudible, "If it's her..."
The second half of the sentence almost vanished into thin air.
Yu Shan stood there, stunned, unable to utter a single word.
Because he saw that Zhuang Bieyan's hands were trembling.
Zhuang Yushu, who is always so composed, is now trembling as he presses the elevator button.
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