Chapter 5 Are you doubting me?
Qian Zhaoye was getting a little impatient waiting outside.
He went to the balcony and smoked a cigarette; the crimson glow had already burned to the end.
A night breeze stirred, and my eyes were filled with restlessness.
His phone beeped, and he opened it, staring at the photo Qiao Mian had sent in the chat window—a pair of long legs encased in black stockings.
"Tsk." He stubbed out his cigarette in annoyance.
For some reason, he has now developed a craving for Qiao Mian.
The faint red mole on Qu He's waist that I saw in the bridal shop that afternoon just wouldn't leave my mind.
Perhaps this is what they mean by "the unattainable is always more alluring"?
But Qiao Mian is waiting for him...
After a moment of silence, he typed rapidly on the keyboard to reply: "Wait for me, I'll be there later."
After temporarily stabilizing Qiao Mian, he quickly switched back to the main system.
The thought of having Qu He tonight filled him with inexplicable joy.
Qian Zhaoye glanced at the time; almost ten minutes had passed, and Qu He was still in the bathroom. He frowned, walked towards the bathroom, and knocked on the door.
"Honey, are you done yet? Don't keep me waiting too long..."
Silence reigned inside the door.
But Qian Zhaoye felt a strange chill creep up his spine.
Just as he knocked on the door again, the doorknob clicked softly, and Qu He closed the door behind her and came out.
Qian Zhaoye immediately put on a gentle smile and took her hand, "Why did it take so long? I was worried."
Qu He resisted the urge to pull her hand away and let him lead her to the bedroom without responding. Qian Zhaoye also didn't notice her icy palms.
"Want to have a drink? Or see a movie? It's been so long..." His voice was deep, his fingers caressing her wrist, carrying a deliberate ambiguity.
Qu He watched him walk into the bedroom and close the door. Her gaze swept around the house, which she had poured all her heart and soul into. At that moment, she felt utterly cold and disgusted.
Qian Zhaoye noticed her absent-mindedness and was a little displeased, but he suppressed his anger and pulled her other hand over.
A strange sensation was felt on her fingertip. Looking down, she found a band-aid on Qu He's left index finger.
"When did you get hurt? Does it hurt?" He frowned, carefully holding her hand, his eyes full of heartache, as if this small wound was a huge deal.
Qu He: "Oh, I accidentally cut myself at the company during the day."
Qian Zhaoye pretended to be angry: "Ahe, let others do these dangerous things in the future. I've told you many times, you're here to enjoy yourself, I'll be heartbroken if you get hurt."
As he spoke, he reached out to touch her face.
Qu He lowered her head slightly to avoid his touch, and where he couldn't see, a mocking smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Enjoying life?
Whoever wants this good fortune can have it!
Qian Zhaoye, if you had paid any attention, if you had spared even a fraction of the effort you put into lying, you would have noticed that this wound wasn't there before she went into the bathroom.
But you have no heart at all.
Qian Zhaoye was clearly impatient; after his hand missed its target, he lowered his head and kissed him.
Hearing his heavy breathing, Qu He resisted the urge to push him away. "There's nothing in the bridal chamber..."
"There are some in the cupboard. Besides, hasn't Mom always wanted a grandson?"
His lips were about to touch hers.
Qu He could no longer hold back and pushed him away abruptly, saying, "I want to drink some red wine first."
Qian Zhaoye's Adam's apple bobbed violently twice. He suppressed his desire and forced a smile: "Okay, I'll go get it. Wait for me a moment."
After he left, Qu He rubbed the skin he had just touched with her sleeve until it bled.
Qian Zhaoye, what do you mean by "there's something in the closet"? Who are you planning to use it with? Or have you used it with someone before?
Normally, with Qian Zhaoye's shrewdness, he would have noticed her probing and the flaws in her words long ago, but he was blinded by lust.
Qu He bit her lower lip hard, letting the taste of blood spread on her tongue.
How ironic...
At that moment, Qian Zhaoye's phone screen lit up on the bed, and a WeChat chat window popped up.
Qu He walked over as if possessed, picked up her phone, and unlocked it.
It was a work message from Qiao Mian: "Mr. Qian, the information you requested has been collected and is awaiting your review."
Qu He stared at the seemingly ordinary yet nonsensical work message. For some reason, she clicked on the hidden icon and switched to another system.
Almost simultaneously, Qiao Mian's message popped up: [President Qian, awaiting your approval~]
She clicked on the small red dot marked with a "1", and the explicit messages and photos in the chat box came into view.
It was Qiao Mian's sexy selfie, the hotel's location sharing, and Qian Zhaoye's flirtatious reply from ten minutes ago.
It turns out that those "work messages" she saw when she helped Qian Zhaoye reply to messages, those conversations that she thought were perfectly normal, were actually their way of flirting.
Right under her nose, they betrayed her in the most secretive, blatant, and thrilling way!
The footsteps gradually became clearer.
Qu He quickly swiped the chat box to mark the message as unread, then switched back to the original system.
Qian Zhaoye walked in carrying a decanter and two wine glasses. When he saw the phone in Qu He's hand, his eyes flickered.
"Why did you look at my phone?" He asked casually, but Qu He could detect a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"You just received a few messages on your phone, let me check them for you," Qu He said, handing him her phone.
Qian Zhaoye poured two glasses of red wine, walked over and took the phone.
After unlocking the screen, I glanced at the messages and let out a barely perceptible sigh.
Qu He didn't miss his little action.
"Assistant Qiao is very dedicated; no wonder you transferred her to the General Manager's Office."
Qian Zhaoye turned off his phone, put it in his pocket, and sat down. "I had her look up some information yesterday. As for the job transfer, that was arranged by the HR department. I don't even know what she looks like."
He spoke casually, as if he were talking about an insignificant stranger.
Qu He spoke calmly, "Is that so?"
Qian Zhaoye's voice suddenly rose, as if he were trying to hide his guilty conscience, "You're doubting me?"
Qu He couldn't go against her conscience and say "No."
She looked at Qian Zhaoye with a cold gaze, as if she were looking at a clown.
Qian Zhaoye was stung by her gaze. He loosened his tie, his voice growing increasingly shrill, and even the veins on his forehead bulged out.
"Qu He, can you please stop being so suspicious? Your attitude makes me very uncomfortable, makes me feel distrusted, and makes me feel exhausted!"
Qu He watched him jump around quietly for a long time before finally speaking: "Trust?"
Her voice was very soft, but it inexplicably made Qian Zhaoye freeze for a moment.
He jumped up suddenly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and demanded, "What do you mean?"
His voice suddenly grew louder, as if he was trying to cover up his guilt, but in the blink of an eye he seemed to have changed his demeanor, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face again.
He slowly walked towards Qu He, and every word he spoke felt like a knife piercing her heart.
"Qu He, have you never appreciated all the good I've done for you over the years? When you said you wanted to get married, I immediately proposed to you. We bought the wedding house according to your preferences, and you decided on the wedding dress and ring all by yourself. I always went along with you, doing whatever you asked. You controlled me in every way, what more could you want? Or do you want me to give you the whole company?"
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