Chapter 92 Breach of contract will be punished.
All restraint and pretense vanished at this moment.
Zhuang Bieyan turned the tables, scooped her up in his arms, and strode towards the bedroom.
Qu He was laid down on the bed, her breath unsteady as she looked at the man on top of her who was also breathing rapidly.
Qu He was determined to go all out. She glared at him and said defiantly, "So what if I breach the contract? So what?"
Zhuang Bieyan tidied her hair. "It's not very good, but..."
"The person who breached the contract..."
He leaned down, took her earlobe in his mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "You have to accept the punishment."
Upon hearing the word "punishment," Qu He's body trembled involuntarily, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart: "Wh...what kind of punishment?"
Zhuang Bieyan whispered a few words in her ear.
Qu He instantly understood what he meant.
Her face turned bright red.
So he had seen it all along!
She buried her face in his chest and whispered her refusal, "No... I don't want to wear it..."
"oh?"
Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow, but he had no intention of letting her go.
He pinched her chin to make her look up, and slowly reminded her, "Well... I'm going to use my birthday wish now."
Zhuang Bieyan deliberately dragged out his words, "My birthday wish is..."
Qu He immediately covered his mouth, "Don't say those words!"
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled softly, grabbed her hand, and kissed her palm.
In the end, he still didn't get to see how the clothes looked on her.
But he used a more direct method to punish the defaulters.
Until the night deepened...
......
The so-called three rules were tacitly agreed upon by both of them after that night and no longer held true.
Qu He didn't bring it up again, and Zhuang Bieyan certainly wouldn't.
The ultra-thin models in the drawer are replenished on time at a steady pace.
In the morning, Qu He ate breakfast while scrolling through her phone.
Zhuang Bieyan sat opposite him and placed the peeled egg into the bowl in front of her. "Is the shop closed today?"
Qu He nodded: "Mm."
Zhuang Bieyan: "Then should I have the dress fitting person come to the door today?"
Qu He looked up at him, puzzled. "Trying on a dress? What dress? A wedding dress?"
She could only think about the dress for the wedding, but wasn't their wedding date set for the end of October? Didn't they agree to try on wedding dresses when they were both free in a while?
Zhuang Bieyan chuckled helplessly, "It's a formal dress. Didn't you promise to accompany me to the auction tomorrow night?"
Qu He blinked: "...?"
Mo?
How could she not know?
When did this happen?
Zhuang Bieyan could tell from her blank expression that she had forgotten about it again.
"I told you this before I went to bed last night. But if Ahe is in a hurry to try on wedding dresses, I can arrange it together."
Last night?
Qu He thought back for a moment, and it seemed like he had said something last night, but at that time they were...
Several ambiguous images flashed through my mind.
Zhuang Bieyan is a cunning man; he always manages to force her to agree to certain things at specific times.
"Do you remember now?"
Zhuang Bieyan raised an eyebrow and asked with a meaningful smile, "If you can't remember, I can help you recall. Last night we were in the bathroom, I think...?"
"I remember now! I remember now!" Qu He hurriedly interrupted, scooped up the egg from the bowl, stood up, and shoved it into his mouth, successfully stopping him from saying anything inappropriate for children.
No wonder everyone says you can only see a man's true colors after marriage.
Qu He could empathize with him; Zhuang Bieyan was nothing like the outside world's perception of him as "a handsome and gentle man."
The longer you spend time with him, the more thoroughly his cunning nature is revealed!
He appears to be a gentleman, refined and proper, but only she knows how "bad" he is in private!
Qu He even began to suspect that Zhuang Bieyan might be hiding many things from her.
The person who arranged for her to try on the dress came to her house in the afternoon. After breakfast, Qu He invited Si Yue to go shopping.
Although Zhuang Bieyan took care of all the arrangements for the banquet, it was still the first time Qu He had accompanied him to such a formal occasion, and as Mrs. Zhuang, she was still a little nervous.
She dragged Si Yue to get a full-body treatment. They almost bumped into two people as they left, but luckily Si Yue held onto her, otherwise they would have crashed into the spiked ornaments on the side.
Qu He steadied herself, but before she could say anything, she heard a sharp, angry voice from the other side: "Can't you watch where you're going? Don't you know you have to give way to pregnant women?"
A familiar voice.
I looked up and met a pair of eyes that were both familiar and unfamiliar.
It took Qu He a while to realize that this was Qiao Mian.
Qiao Mian was wearing a mask, which covered the lower half of her face, leaving only her eyes visible, and a hint of fatigue in her expression.
Calculating the time, she was already five or six months pregnant, but her belly looked as big as seven or eight months.
Upon seeing Qiao Mian, Si Yue immediately retorted, "You're the one who should be watching where you're going! After all, you have bad eyesight to fall for such a scumbag."
She was referring to Qian Zhaoye, who was standing next to her. His gaze had been fixed on Qu He ever since.
I thought he would say a few words in Qiao Mian's defense, but Qian Zhaoye's gaze remained fixed on Qu He.
But Qu He didn't even glance at him.
He said, "Sorry, we bumped into you."
Qiao Mian: "What are you apologizing for? It was clearly her..."
Qiao Mian was annoyed and wanted to throw a tantrum, but Qian Zhaoye coldly interrupted her, "Enough!"
After being yelled at like that, Qiao Mian reluctantly shut her mouth, but a hint of malice flashed in her eyes as she looked at Qu He.
Qu He didn't want to pay any attention to them and pulled Si Yue away, walking straight out.
Qiao Mian's eyes made her very uncomfortable and her heart raced.
While eating, Si Yue frowned and muttered as she flipped the grilled meat, "Senior, don't you think Qiao Mian's eyes look particularly familiar?"
Qu He also had this feeling, it was very strange.
Si Yue said, "It feels so familiar, like I've just met it before."
Seeing her conflicted expression, Qu He laughed, "Then why don't you go over there now and take off her mask to take a closer look?"
Si Yue: "Forget it, seeing them is never a good thing, it's bad luck!"
Qu He didn't expect that she would see Qian Zhaoye again right after hearing Si Yue say those words.
After finishing lunch, Si Yue went to the restroom, while Qu He waited for him outside.
She was looking at a message from Zhuang Bieyan on her phone when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
The man had a strong grip, and before Qu He could react, she was pulled into the corridor behind the corner.
The pillar blocked the entrance, and the two people were standing in a blind spot.
After seeing the person's face clearly, Qu He picked up her bag and threw it at him. The metal chain on the bag strap swung against his arm, and the items clattered to the ground.
"Qian Zhaoye, are you crazy? What do you think you're doing?!"
She turned and ran outside, but Qian Zhaoye seemed to have anticipated her move and took a big step to stop her.
He looked at the angry man in front of him and felt a pang of sadness.
Ever since he learned that Qu He had married Zhuang Bieyan, Qian Zhaoye felt empty inside, as if he had lost something important.
He finally realized that Qu He would never come back.
But the resentment in his heart remained hidden. These days, he lived at the company every day, using work to numb himself. But everything collapsed the moment he saw her.
Qian Zhaoye's voice was tinged with weariness, "Ahe...I..."
Qu He took a step back. "Don't call me that. We're not familiar with each other."
Qian Zhaoye looked bitter and wanted to touch her face, but Qu He turned her head away.
His eyes gleamed with obsession. "Can you please stop treating me like this? Have you forgotten our seven years together? Can't we talk this over properly?"
Qu He remained silent.
Qian Zhaoye sighed, "Is Zhuang Bieyan good to you?"
Qu He remained silent.
Qian Zhaoye was driven crazy and pleaded in a hoarse voice, "Ahe, you can hit me, you can scold me, but can you talk to me?"
Upon hearing this, Qu He finally turned her head and glanced at him.
Qian Zhaoye's eyes lit up.
But the next second, a slap landed.
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