Chapter 56 Zhuang Bieyan got married?
Qu He then realized that her phone had run out of battery and shut down automatically.
She quickly took the phone, went into the inner room, and apologized as she went, "I'm so sorry..."
We had only exchanged a few words when we heard the airport flight announcement on the other end of the phone.
Qu He was taken aback. "You're at the airport?"
"Um."
He said, "I have to go on a business trip this afternoon and wanted to call you to let you know, but I couldn't get through."
Qu He felt a little embarrassed, and her voice lowered, "I'm sorry, my phone ran out of battery and shut down automatically..."
She felt a little empty inside.
"I am the one who should say that."
His breathing came through the receiver, very clearly, as if he were speaking right next to my ear.
"It was my fault that I couldn't say goodbye to you in person."
Qu He replied, "It's okay, just be careful."
After a long silence, a soft sigh came from the other end of the line. "Is this all the advice my wife has for me?"
"Huh?" Qu He was taken aback.
what else?
She bit her lip and thought for a moment, then said, "Then... remember to eat well."
"Anything else?"
"...Remember to rest."
"Anything else?" he pressed, relentlessly pursuing the question.
Qu He unconsciously tapped the sofa with her fingers, remaining silent.
On the other end of the phone, Zhuang Bieyan chuckled softly, then suddenly lowered his voice, "For example...would you like me to come back sooner?"
Qu He's heart was pounding like crazy. "...Your work is important."
"Okay, let's change the question."
The boarding announcement came over the phone, his voice a little hoarse, mixed in with the call: "Will you miss me when I'm not here?"
Qu He opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
No one spoke.
After a while, his voice came through.
"It's time to board."
Qu He tightened her grip on her phone. "...Come back soon."
There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Then I'll hang up."
"Wait a minute," he called to her. "While I'm gone, someone will bring you meals. Remember to eat on time."
"good."
“And,” he paused, “I will miss you, Qu He.”
"...."
Qu He held the phone, speechless for a long time, until the receiver went dead, and she realized that her fingers had turned white from gripping it so tightly.
After hanging up the phone, I turned around and my eyes met Si Yue's, who was leaning against the door frame.
She couldn't look away, her face flushed, and tossed the phone into her arms before walking out, feeling as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.
This man is so unfair!
When I got home, sure enough, there was a food delivery person standing downstairs, holding a bunch of fresh pink lychees, still covered in water droplets.
"Madam, Mr. Zhuang instructed us to deliver this."
Qu He took the flower, touched the petals with her fingertips, and felt as if something had struck her heart.
She led the delivery person upstairs, and after entering the room, she took out her phone and sent a message to Zhuang Bieyan.
[I received the flowers, thank you.]
A few minutes later, he replied:
If you like it, that's fine.
Qu He paused on the keyboard for a moment, then continued typing.
When are you coming back?
This time, he replied quickly, as if he had been waiting for her to say those words.
[When the next bouquet arrives.]
Qu He looked at the screen, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up.
She lowered her head slightly to smell the fragrance of the flowers, then picked out a few of the better-looking ones and placed them in the vase, replacing the bunch that had begun to wilt.
Looking at the pink petals covered in water droplets, Qu He felt a surge of anticipation.
She didn't know if she was looking forward to the next bouquet of flowers or to that person.
...
The third floor of Zunyue.
The glass reflected the cold light of the crystal chandelier, which fell on Qian Zhaoye's tense profile.
He sat in the center of the sofa, tilted his head back, and downed another glass of wine.
The alcohol went down my throat, but it couldn't suppress the turmoil churning inside me.
"Mr. Qian, what's the point of drinking alone? I'll keep you company..."
"roll!"
Qian Zhaoye didn't look up, his knuckles gripping the wine glass so tightly they turned white.
Things have been going wrong these past few days. Since the celebration party, several partners who had agreed to cooperate have canceled their deals under various pretexts.
It should have been a day of great success for him, but everything was ruined by that video!
Afterwards, he tried to retrieve the surveillance footage to find the person behind it, but was stopped by the excuse that "the surveillance lines were under maintenance at that time and no footage was captured."
Ha! CCTV maintenance?
What kind of place is Zunyue? Its security system is even tighter than that of a bank. How could it possibly be "under maintenance" at that particular time? It's clearly someone deliberately targeting him.
But who exactly was it? He racked his brains but couldn't figure it out at all.
The phone rang suddenly, and the two words "Qiao Mian" flashing on the screen were glaringly obvious!
My anger flared up again.
That day, in order to quell public opinion, he had no choice but to publicly acknowledge his marriage to Qiao Mian. It was originally just a temporary measure, but he never expected that Qiao Mian would actually treat him as the young mistress of the Qian family.
Every day, her WeChat Moments are filled with either pictures of luxury handbags or sentimental posts about how hard her husband works, as if she's afraid people won't know she's hooked up with him.
She even quit her job because of her pregnancy and stayed home every day to keep an eye on his whereabouts. Sometimes when she worked late, she would call to check up on him, and when she was out socializing, she would send a WeChat message almost every half hour.
It's so suffocating; just thinking about it makes me feel like I can't breathe.
"bother."
Qian Zhaoye cursed under his breath and loosened his tie.
At that moment, he suddenly remembered Qu He's good qualities.
The alcohol burned in my stomach, but the memories became clearer and clearer.
Qu He would never be so clingy or materialistic.
He and Qu He were together for seven years.
Qian Zhaoye took a swig of wine, grabbed his phone, and swiped his finger across the screen, skillfully dialing the number he knew by heart.
"The number you dialed is currently switched off..." The cold, mechanical female voice extinguished the flame that had ignited within him.
He then opened WeChat and entered the phone number to search.
He clicked "Send Friend Request" and typed a line in the input box: "Ahe, give me another chance."
The message failed to send; the recipient refused to receive it.
Undeterred, he posted another message: "I know I was wrong."
fail.
"Seven years of relationship, you just cut it off like that?"
It was another failure.
Qian Zhaoye looked at the profile picture and suddenly chuckled softly. The laughter grew louder and louder, carrying a hint of madness, but his eyes were filled with obsession.
"Ahe, how could you forget our seven-year relationship so quickly?"
He muttered to himself, his fingertips almost piercing the screen, "Have you forgotten that we promised to grow old together? Have you forgotten that you'd always be with me? How could you forget..."
"You can only be mine." He gripped his phone tightly, his knuckles turning white. "No one can take you away. You have to come back."
The people around him, seeing him laughing and talking on his phone, wisely kept quiet and no one dared to say another word.
Just then, someone in the corner started gossiping in a low voice: "Have you heard? Zhuang Bieyan got married."
"Really? Wasn't it just a rumor a while ago?"
“It’s absolutely true. A friend of mine works at his company and said he even posted it on his WeChat Moments, but he didn’t show his face.”
"Wow, who has such great ability to make President Zhuang settle down? It must be some rich heiress, right?"
"It's hard to say. A friend's sister went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce yesterday and happened to see Zhuang Bieyan getting his marriage certificate. She even secretly took a picture."
"Take it out and let us see! You might recognize it, and it'll be easier to say hello if we meet again."
Qian Zhaoye ignored these words.
Zhuang Bieyan got married? Nothing unusual.
For people from families with similar backgrounds, marriage is mostly an exchange of interests—finding a suitable match for each other, supporting each other's careers, and he wouldn't even give them a second glance.
"Mr. Qian, would you like to take a look at this photo? You might recognize him."
"The person who was gossiping earlier came over with his phone, asking questions in a fawning manner."
Qian Zhaoye did not respond.
He essentially tacitly agreed.
My phone vibrated; it was a photo sent by that person.
Just as he was about to open it, Qiao Mian's phone number suddenly popped up at the top of the screen, followed by a WeChat message that stung his eyes:
"Qian Zhaoye, if you don't come back, I'll abort the child."
It's always like this.
Threaten him with the child.
Qian Zhaoye let out a sudden breath, his chest burning with rage.
He answered the phone, his tone as cold as ice: "Qiao Mian, haven't you made enough of a scene?"
With that, he got up and strode towards the door.
New messages kept popping up, and the chat box that I hadn't opened earlier quickly sank to the bottom.
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