Chapter 39 He was downstairs all night!
A flash of disgust crossed Qian Zhaoye's eyes, but when he met Qu He's cold gaze, he hurriedly shook his head, looking incredulous.
"No, Qiao Mian clearly said it was just a meal with Fang Ganming! Why... why did this happen!"
Qian Zhaoye subconsciously took half a step back, but the red mark burned into his eyes, like a mark of shame.
A thousand emotions flashed through my mind in an instant, with the anger of having something I had treasured for many years violated taking center stage.
Even though he deliberately avoided looking at it, he couldn't help but admit the truth.
The lotus leaves are dirty.
His things were dirty.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he felt nauseous.
"No...no..." His voice trembled, as if he were trying to convince himself.
He took a small step forward. "Ahe, tell me, this isn't true, is it?"
Qian Zhaoye, clinging to a sliver of hope, frantically searched for excuses.
She must have done it herself.
Or it could be an allergy.
"Ahe, you made these red marks yourself, didn't you? You did it on purpose to annoy me, didn't you?"
As he spoke, he tried to find fault with Qu He.
It must be a misunderstanding!
Qu He is not the kind of woman who is promiscuous; this must be her revenge!
She just wanted to force me to admit my mistake this way!
How could Quhe be touched by someone else?
That's so dirty!
The thought of the word "dirty" brings back that revulsion in my heart, like being pricked by needles.
Qu He observed his every move and expression. She sneered and mocked, "What? Do you think I'm dirty now that you know I slept with someone else?"
"Stop talking!"
Qian Zhaoye suddenly grabbed his arm, unable to hide his madness, "Tell me! Nothing happened between you two last night, right! You're just trying to provoke me!"
Qu He met his gaze and said, slowly and deliberately, "I've disappointed you."
Upon hearing these words, Qian Zhaoye seemed to lose all his strength, staggering backward a few steps until his back pressed against the wall, muttering, "No way..."
"Stop pretending." Qu He tugged at her collar. "Who are you putting on this for?"
"No, Ah He!" Qian Zhaoye rushed forward to explain, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I was waiting for you downstairs at Zun Yue all day yesterday! I was just worried something might happen to you, worried that Fang Ganming might do something to you..."
Qu He suddenly turned her head, her expression changing drastically.
"Were you downstairs all night?"
She paused, each word laced with chill, "So, you watched me being taken away by Fang Ganming, and did nothing?"
"No!" Qian Zhaoye's face turned pale, the words stuck in his throat, "I just... I just..."
"Speak!"
Qu He pressed on relentlessly, her voice low but each word piercing to the heart.
"Qian Zhaoye, you really know how to save face. Can you swear you really didn't know anything about what happened last night? You're still making excuses for yourself. Don't you find these lame excuses disgusting?"
Qu He's tone was terrifyingly calm, "Do you know that just because of what happened last night, I can sue you!"
Qian Zhaoye just shook his head to himself, "No, no."
Qu He sneered, looking at him coldly as if he were a clown.
Qian Zhaoye's gaze remained fixed on her, growing increasingly agitated as he spoke, "Ahe, no, actually I don't care..."
"Yes! I don't care!"
Qian Zhaoye suddenly raised his voice, as if he had finally found an excuse, "Ahe, I don't care! As long as you're willing to come back, I can pretend none of this ever happened, including what happened before, let's wipe the slate clean, okay!"
As he spoke, a hint of obsessive seriousness appeared on his face.
It's okay.
As long as Qu He can come back, he can pretend that nothing happened.
It'll be clean after a wash, anyway... she was his to begin with.
right!
Thinking of this, Qian Zhaoye even felt a bit self-satisfied.
Qu He felt like she had heard the biggest joke in the world. Looking at his crazy appearance, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, but her eyes reddened.
Why is this man always like this?!
Qu He felt that life was too absurd.
"Qian Zhaoye," her voice was sharp and piercing, "do you think you can even things out like this?"
That's not what I meant...
The disappointment in Qu He's eyes was so intense it was almost overflowing.
"You betrayed me! You plotted against me! You ruined me! And now you're putting on this act of being so forgiving and magnanimous. Do you think that as long as you're willing to overlook this, as long as you don't care, I should be grateful? Thank you for your generosity? Thank you for giving me a chance to come back to you?"
Qian Zhaoye's face stiffened.
"No..."
"I don't want to hear you say anything more," Qu He interrupted him.
"You must get out of here right now. Otherwise, I will call the police immediately."
Qian Zhaoye's lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.
Qu He stopped looking at him.
Qian Zhaoye inexplicably took on a stubborn and manic air: "Ahe, I will prove to you that what I said is true."
prove?
What are you proving?
His hypocrisy?
Or is it shamelessness?
Qu He was exhausted, both physically and mentally.
She stepped forward and unlocked the door. In the last second before the door closed, she could still hear Qian Zhaoye's hoarse shouts from outside, "Ahe! I'll prove it to you!"
His words revealed a kind of madness that was determined to succeed.
Inside the house, separated by a single door.
Qu He could no longer hold on and slid down to the ground against the door. She hugged her knees and buried her head in them.
A realist by nature, she now absurdly wished that time could turn back.
If only time could turn back.
She hoped that God would have mercy and never let her meet Qian Zhaoye again.
......
Downstairs, Qian Zhaoye stepped out of the elevator, the affection on his face completely gone, his eyes filled with malice.
The despair and pain I felt upstairs just now seemed to be an illusion.
He took out his phone and made a call while walking.
Not far behind him, under a tree, Qiao Mian clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.
She heard the entire conversation in the hallway just now.
She stared in the direction Qian Zhaoye had left, then looked up at the floor where Qu He lived, her eyes filled with twisted hatred.
"Qu He..." she gritted her teeth, her voice low as a curse, "Why don't you just die!"
Qiao Mian took a deep breath, dialed the number, and said with a twisted sense of pleasure in her voice, "Proceed as planned!"
She wanted to ruin Qu He's reputation!
We must make her leave Beicheng completely!
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