Chapter 47 Three Things to Do Before Marriage
Qu He was led outside by Zhuang Bieyan's hand. Looking at their clasped hands, her heart pounded a little.
As I passed the stairwell, I ran into Xiao Zhuangxi, who was holding a strawberry bear plush toy.
Her eyes widened, her mouth formed an "O" shape, and she thought she was seeing things. She rubbed her eyes and said, "Sister Qu, you..."
He had only said a few words when Zhuang Liuyue, who appeared out of nowhere, scooped him up like a kitten.
She winked at Qu He, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them, one big and one small, disappeared quickly at the top of the stairs.
Qu He: "..."
Zhuang Bieyan's room was on the third floor; the room was large and simply furnished.
The gray and white color scheme, the basic layout, and the clean lines of the furniture create a comfortable overall look.
Qu He was led to sit on the sofa, and the two held hands the whole time.
She was still a little dazed and hadn't quite processed what was happening yet.
It all happened so fast, like a dream.
She's actually going to get her marriage certificate with Zhuang Bieyan tomorrow?
What surprised her even more than getting the marriage certificate was that the person she was marrying was Zhuang Bieyan.
They were like two parallel lines that would never intersect, but from this day forward, their futures are intertwined.
future?
What is her future with Zhuang Bieyan?
She didn't dare to think too deeply about what that 'future' would look like.
Qu He was lost in her thoughts when suddenly her palm felt empty. Zhuang Bieyan had let go of her hand and disappeared.
She was momentarily stunned.
Looking down at his palm, I could still feel the warmth of his touch.
Zhuang Bieyan walked over with a hairdryer.
He naturally led her to sit on the edge of the bed, plugged in the hairdryer, turned it on, and then tested the temperature on the back of his hand.
The hairdryer was blowing loudly, making the room a bit noisier, but it actually made things less awkward.
Zhuang Bieyan pulled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his strong forearms. Qu He stared at the small mole, recalling the blows he had just received.
"Are your injuries alright? Perhaps we should apply some medicine first."
Qu He got up to get the medicine box, but before she could even get halfway up, Zhuang Bieyan pressed her down on his shoulder and made her sit down again.
The pressure from his palm wasn't heavy, but it carried a hint of persistence.
His voice came from behind, sounding somewhat hoarse amidst the whooshing sound of the hairdryer, "I'll dry your hair first."
Qu He was stunned. Her hair was almost dry, and Zhuang Bieyan was injured. How could she ask him for help?
She tried to turn around, saying, "Let me do it myself, you're injured..."
Zhuang Bieyan moved his hand to the back of her neck, gently stroking it through her hair. "Don't move."
Now, Qu He really didn't dare to move, and even her breathing became shallow.
She could feel him bending down, the scent of cedar mixed with the warm air surrounding her. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Zhuang, for saving my life today."
His voice was deep and tinged with a hint of amusement, and Qu He's face instantly burned from her ears to her neck.
She seemed frozen in place.
Not moving at all.
They haven't gotten their marriage certificate yet!
The fact that he said such a thing makes people think a lot.
She was incredibly grateful that Zhuang Bieyan was behind her, otherwise he would have seen her face turn bright red.
At this moment, the whooshing sound of the hair dryer became the best cover, concealing Qu He's rapid heartbeat and the subtle atmosphere that was quietly growing in the air.
The hot wind blew through his hair, carrying the warmth of his hands.
Zhuang Bieyan's fingers gently traced through her hair.
His movements were very gentle. When he touched her scalp, he would gently rub it, as if to soothe her. Occasionally, when he encountered a tangled strand of hair, he would soften his touch even more and patiently untangle it little by little.
Qu He had never felt that drying her hair was such a long process; every second seemed to stretch on endlessly. She didn't know what to say, and could only silently lower her eyes, staring at the overlapping shadows of the two people on the floor.
After what seemed like an eternity, the hair dryer finally stopped.
The room fell silent instantly, with only the soft breathing of the two of them remaining.
Zhuang Bieyan took a comb and gently combed her hair, from the top of her head to the ends, the comb lightly brushing against her neck. As he finished, his fingertips intentionally or unintentionally brushed against the back of her neck.
This time, there was no hair between them; the warm touch landed directly on her skin. Qu He involuntarily trembled, and her shoulder accidentally bumped into his hand.
"Excuse me," Qu He hurriedly turned to look at him, "I'm a little ticklish."
Zhuang Bieyan's gaze fell on his fingertips. He recalled how she had flinched just now, and then looked at her now with her hair down and a helpless expression, just like a frightened little rabbit with her ears almost drooping.
"I have offended you."
He looked at her flushed cheeks and added meaningfully, "I'll be more careful next time."
Qu He was stunned when she heard his words.
next time?
There will be a next time?
Zhuang Bieyan took in her reaction and his smile deepened.
He slowly unplugged the hairdryer and began to tidy up the cord, winding it neatly in circles.
Qu He watched his movements. Those hands, which had just been helping her blow-dry her hair, now revealed a touch of tenderness even while doing these ordinary little things.
She touched the hair that hung over her shoulder; it seemed as if the warmth of his fingertips still lingered there.
“Zhuang Bieyan,” Qu He reached out and poked his arm, “we’re going to get our marriage certificate tomorrow.”
"Hmm." He responded quickly, but his hands seemed to pause for a second.
"I think some things need to be clarified," Qu He said.
Zhuang Bieyan stopped what he was doing completely.
He turned around, his voice a little nervous, "Go ahead."
Qu He inexplicably took it seriously, adjusted her posture, straightened her back, placed her hands properly on her lap, and faced him with a serious expression.
Zhuang Bieyan was amused by her posture, but he also sat up straight like her, the two facing each other as if they were preparing to conduct a business negotiation worth hundreds of billions.
Qu He twisted her fingers. "You know I had a seven-year relationship before."
Zhuang Bieyan let out a soft "hmm" from his throat, his heart involuntarily tightening for a moment.
Qu He chuckled self-deprecatingly. "Those seven years really happened, I can't erase them, but I have to tell you these things, otherwise it wouldn't be fair to you. If you mind..."
"Why would you mind?" Zhuang Bieyan interrupted her, leaning forward slightly. "Since we can't erase it, let's turn it into the past. Our future is what matters most, Mrs. Zhuang, I have confidence."
He spoke the last few words with particular certainty.
Qu Hexin was touched, and the emotion lingered for a long time.
Instead of forcing her to immediately sever ties with that past, he used a promise for the future.
Their future...
Zhuang Bieyan had moved even closer together, their knees almost touching.
Qu He instinctively tried to back away, but he pressed down on her knee with one hand.
"Is there anything else?" His voice was lower, with a hint of coaxing.
Qu He composed herself and continued, "Also, the house in Baiyu Bay was bought for me by my parents. I won't sell it. After we get our marriage certificate..."
"Okay." Zhuang Bieyan readily agreed. "After the marriage, you can continue to live in Baiyu Bay. That's your home, and you can stay there as long as you want."
“But…” he hesitated for a moment.
Qu Hexin asked nervously, "But what?"
Zhuang Bieyan leaned closer to her, his palm gently stroking her knee. "I just hope that Mrs. Zhuang can reserve a place for me at home, after all, we're separated on our first day of marriage..."
He paused, a hint of amusement in his voice, "If word gets out... it'll seem like I'm not very useful."
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