Chapter 53 Eighteen Essential Techniques for Your Wedding Night
Qu He's figure disappeared into the entryway, and the temperature in the living room suddenly dropped.
Zhuang Bieyan looked around, then stood still and unconsciously rubbed his palm, which seemed to still retain the warmth of her waist.
Having strategized for twenty-nine years, witnessed the unpredictable nature of the business world, and dealt with countless interpersonal relationships, he felt like a naive young man for the first time because his heart was in turmoil over Qu He.
All I could think about was the kiss that was about to fall, and her helplessness.
The sound of a door opening and closing came from the entryway.
A faint floral fragrance wafted in the air, and Zhuang Bieyan turned around and bumped right into Qu He, who was carrying a bouquet of flowers.
She walked towards him holding a bouquet of purple German irises, looking at him with a bright smile.
"What is this?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse, feigning ignorance.
My feet moved toward her uncontrollably, and when my gaze fell upon her smiling eyes, my heart felt as if it had been struck by something, a tingling, itchy sensation.
Qu He presented the flowers to him, looking up at him. "Happy wedding, Mr. Zhuang. Last time I visited the Zhuang residence, I saw the German irises in the backyard. Xiao Xi said you planted them yourself; they're your favorite flowers."
She smiled a little shyly, "I can't be the only one receiving a gift, you have to get one too."
Zhuang Bieyan's gaze fell on the face so close to his. The way she looked up at him with her lips curved in a smile made his heart melt instantly.
At that moment, her eyes were completely filled with him.
My heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, an uncontrollable throbbing that lingered for a long time.
“German irises are hard to buy.” His voice was a little strained.
"Yes." Qu He gently fiddled with the petals and sighed, "I searched all over the place before I found a flower shop that sold them."
She suddenly looked up, her eyes full of sincere admiration, "So Zhuang Bieyan, you are really amazing! You can take such good care of the German irises in the backyard. They all bloom so beautifully."
Such a straightforward praise, tinged with a hint of admiration, made Zhuang Bieyan's heart flutter again.
He instinctively tightened his grip on the flowers, gently fiddling with the petals to hide his embarrassment. "Thank you, I really like them."
Upon hearing his reply, Qu He's smile deepened.
She straightened up slightly, took out a small dark blue velvet box from between the bouquets, and gently opened it.
"There's no time for a ring, but I think this brooch is just right."
After reading Zhuang Bieyan's WeChat Moments post in the morning, she started looking for flower shops and asked them to deliver the flowers to her home around six o'clock.
Zhuang Bieyan did a lot for her, but marriage is something that two people work together to build, so she should do something too.
The diamonds on the brooch shimmered with a subtle light, but Zhuang Bieyan's gaze hardly lingered on the brooch; it remained fixed on Qu He's eyes.
Watching her hold the brooch in both hands and present it to him, her earnest expression made it seem as if she were entrusting him with her most precious possession, or as if she were offering him her heart.
My heart was overflowing with joy, almost to the point of bursting.
His Ah He always knew how to utterly defeat him.
Qu He took out the brooch and tentatively asked, "Would you like to try it on?"
Zhuang Bieyan freed one hand to hold the flowers in his other hand, then opened his arms and said, "Okay."
Qu He stepped forward, almost into his arms.
The two were now very close, so close that Zhuang Bieyan could kiss her with just a slight lowering of his head.
The scent of irises mingled with the cedarwood on his body. Qu He held her breath and carefully pinned the brooch to his collar.
After finally pinning the brooch, Qu He was about to step back when she felt a tightening around her waist.
Zhuang Bieyan stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his embrace, the force neither too light nor too heavy, yet rendering her unable to move.
He lowered his head, resting his chin on her forehead. "You look beautiful. I like you very much."
I love the flowers you gave me, I love the brooch you gave me, and I love you even more.
He moved quickly, and by the time Qu He reacted, she was already firmly pressed against his chest.
The hand around her waist was quite strong. She instinctively twisted her body, but found she couldn't break free. She simply gave up the idea of getting out, relaxed, and gently leaned against his chest.
All I could hear was the pounding of his heart.
It got louder and louder.
Slowly, I synchronized my heartbeat with hers.
Qu He didn't know what to do. Listening to the sound of his heartbeat, she hesitated for a moment and then followed his example, slowly reaching out and gently hugging his waist.
The setting sun streamed through the window, casting a golden glow on the floor and elongating the shadows of the two people, making them indistinguishable from one another.
......
Dinner was prepared by Zhuang Bieyan.
Qu He never expected that he could cook, let alone that he was a very good cook.
She had originally thought that since she had been cooking porridge for seven years, she could probably help, but after seeing his skillful cooking, she completely gave up the idea of going in to lend a hand and quietly withdrew.
Excuse me, such a master chef is not someone she can possibly befriend.
Qu He looked at the pots and pans in the kitchen that were about to collect dust, and silently offered her condolences three times in her heart.
You have suffered for the past seven years!
With a chef of this caliber working under you, your good days are just around the corner!
Zhuang Bieyan carried out the last bowl of soup, and Qu He went to the side to serve two bowls of rice. The two sat facing each other.
"I never expected you to be such a good cook." Qu He started praising, her voice full of sincerity.
Zhuang Bieyan served her a bowl of soup, saying, "I lived in England for five years."
Having a child in the UK!
No wonder!
Qu He tasted the soup he had served, the steam blurring her vision. "England, huh? I almost went there back then..."
A deep, earnest voice came from the other end of the line, "How about we arrange for our honeymoon to be in London?"
Qu He choked for a moment when she heard the words "honeymoon".
Zhuang Bieyan handed her a piece of paper, his eyes smiling. "What's wrong? If Madam wants to go now, I can arrange a helicopter, and we can leave tonight."
"No, no, no!" Qu He quickly shook her head, her cheeks burning. "It's too, too rushed. Let's talk about it later."
Seeing her flustered appearance, Zhuang Bieyan's lips curved into a deeper smile. He stopped teasing her and said, "Okay, I'll do whatever you say."
After finishing his meal, Zhuang Bieyan went to his study to hold a conference call.
Qu He took a shower first, and then patted her face in front of the mirror.
Stay calm! It's just sleeping in the same bed, there's nothing to be nervous about!
But as soon as she lay down on the bed, her fingers flew across the screen.
One message after another popped up from Si Yue, the screen filled with her vulgar and offensive language, the kind of content that would get her arrested if the cyber police saw it.
[Senior, let's get started! Not having sex on your wedding night is a waste!]
That's a special banquet for the wealthy! Sleeping with him would be a huge bonus!
[I'll send you a secret tip, you'll definitely find it useful.]
The next second, a link came through: "Eighteen Must-Learn Positions for Your Wedding Night".
Qu He's eyelids twitched as she looked at it, but her hand seemed to obey her commands and clicked on it.
She had only glanced at two comments and seen phrases like "dim the lights," "take it step by step," and "the first stage of caressing," when she felt like she'd been burned and quickly turned off the screen.
Where did that well-behaved and innocent Xiao Siyue go? Where did she find this kind of thing?
Qu He pressed the back of her hand against her face, trying to cool down and calm herself down.
At that moment, the sound of water running in the bathroom stopped.
Qu He hurriedly wrapped herself in the blanket and leaned against the headboard, pretending to browse her phone. But as soon as she opened the screen, it was the link page that she hadn't had time to exit.
The bathroom door opened, and Zhuang Bieyan emerged, his clothes damp with sweat. He had changed out of his usual suit and was now wearing only a loose-fitting short-sleeved shirt and matching pajama bottoms.
The misty vapor surrounding him gradually dissipated, revealing his features and making his amber pupils glistening.
The moment their eyes met, Qu He quickly looked down, but the link on the screen was there again.
In her panic, she frantically tapped the screen, trying to exit, but what she feared most came to pass: the page froze on the screen.
dilemma.
She's been set up.
"What are you looking at?" Zhuang Bieyan lifted the corner of the blanket and lay down, the mattress slightly sinking in.
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