Chapter 169 It's over! Zhuang Bieyan is being called "Uncle"?
As soon as the lecture ended, Zhuang Bieyan declined the invitation from the college leaders and went to the library following the location sent by Qu He.
But I never expected to see Qu He being asked for my WeChat as soon as I arrived.
A surge of jealousy welled up inside him, and he quickly stepped forward, subtly moving between the two of them to block the boy's view of her.
The boy didn't recognize Zhuang Bieyan, but he was intimidated by Zhuang's imposing aura and subconsciously shrank back.
But the boy's pride wouldn't allow him to show weakness in front of the girl he liked.
He stiffened his neck and straightened his back, trying to appear calm: "Uncle, who are you?"
Uncle?!
Qu He stood behind Zhuang Bieyan and saw his shoulders tremble slightly.
She quickly pursed her lips, afraid that she would laugh out loud.
Zhuang Bieyan felt as if an arrow from someone much older than him had been shot into his heart.
He looked down at the boy in front of him, who appeared to be around twenty years old.
Young and handsome.
He also possesses a youthful spirit unique to his age.
He narrowed his eyes, his tone calm yet imposing: "Which department?"
Qu He's heart skipped a beat.
The secret passage is in danger.
The boy blurted out, "Computer Science major, third year. Uncle, where are you from?"
Oh mo, oh mo.
We're doomed.
Qu He didn't even need to look at Zhuang Bieyan's face; just by looking at his tense back, she knew that he was completely consumed by jealousy.
A number of students had already gathered around, so she quickly went over to soothe their fur.
Qu He took Zhuang Bieyan's hand and smiled politely: "Classmate, I have already graduated. This is my husband. We are already married."
As she spoke, she raised her hand, which was intertwined with Zhuang Bieyan's, and the wedding ring on her ring finger flashed in the sunlight.
It was just one shot, but it was eye-catching enough.
The blush on the boy's face vanished instantly, leaving only disappointment, like a puppy drenched in rain.
He opened his mouth, his gaze shifting from their clasped hands to the man's face, before finally saying only "I'm sorry" and turning to run away.
Zhuang Bieyan's aura lessened, and he tightened his grip on Qu He's hand.
Many people had already turned around and were even taking pictures with their phones, so Qu He quickly pulled him to a side path.
They walked along the stone path next to the library, the wind blowing past their ears.
The dawn redwoods on both sides grew even taller, their green shade intertwined, dappling the light and shadow on their running footsteps.
Sixian Lake is located at the end of the metasequoia forest. The emerald green lake water ripples, and the wooden boardwalk along the lake creaks underfoot.
Qu He pulled Zhuang Bieyan along, running all the way to the middle of the plank road before stopping.
She bent over, supporting herself on her knees, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed and her forehead covered in sweat.
Zhuang Bieyan stood beside her, his breathing still steady.
He reached out to pat her back to help her catch her breath, his gaze falling on her flushed face, full of smiles.
As he ran along, the wind ruffled her hair, and sunlight danced on her body—the scene was exactly the same as in countless of his dreams.
Just now, he was standing on the podium, and he spotted her immediately in the crowd.
She wore a blue shirt with a dark gray tie at the collar, and a gray ankle-length pleated skirt in the same color family as the tie.
Her long hair was braided into a fishtail braid and hung down on one shoulder.
She wore a mask, revealing only her curved eyes, and carefully searched for a spot in the gaps at the back of the stairs.
It must have taken them quite a while to finally find a small space between the two girls.
After realizing she had been discovered, she didn't panic and even winked at him playfully.
For a moment, Zhuang Bieyan was somewhat dazed.
The lights in the lecture hall seemed to soften, and the noise around us gradually faded away.
The image of Qu He before my eyes slowly overlapped with that of the girl at the freshman orientation ceremony.
That year, in order to attend her freshman orientation ceremony, he started planning half a month in advance.
However, as departure time approached, the scheduled flight was unable to take off on time due to severe weather.
During the typhoon, he drove from Edinburgh Airport to Gatwick Airport and then had a layover in Abu Dhabi.
His flight, originally scheduled for eleven hours, was delayed by nine hours due to the typhoon.
Fortunately, he made it in time.
The freshman ceremony is drawing to a close, and thousands of freshmen are writing down their aspirations for the future on the wishing wall in batches.
The crowds surged and the noise was deafening.
In that ocean of youth, he still spotted her at a glance.
The girl who stood on tiptoe at the top of the wishing wall, carefully writing down her wish stroke by stroke.
Sunlight shone on her; she was wearing almost the exact same shirt and pleated skirt as she had worn that day. After finishing writing, she linked arms with her female classmate beside her, her eyes crinkling with a smile.
At that time, she was in front of the wishing wall, and he was on the periphery of the crowd. He could only silently watch her back.
Later, after seeing her write "See you in Basel" on the freshman wish wall, he bought an apartment on the street next to the Royal Academy.
During the long wait, he kept hoping that one day he would unexpectedly run into her on some street corner.
But even after he returned to China, they never managed to run into each other on the streets of that foreign country.
Today, the positions have been reversed.
He was on stage, while she remained hidden in the crowd.
But this time, their gazes pierced through the crowd, focusing solely on each other.
Zhuang Bieyan looked down at their clasped hands, his eyes filled with tenderness.
Qu He bent over and rested for a while. When she looked up, she saw Zhuang Bieyan staring at her in a daze.
"How come you're not even out of breath? It's like I'm the one who's thirty!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuang Bieyan's eyes narrowed dangerously behind his glasses: "Hmm?"
Qu He immediately changed her tune, smiling ingratiatingly: "I'm praising you! Praising your daily workouts for their remarkable results, praising your abs and stamina!"
Zhuang Bieyan was amused by her and leaned closer.
He reached out and tidied her stray hairs, lowering his voice slightly: "Ahe knows my stamina all too well. Since you envy me, how about you consider working out with me in the future?"
Qu He quickly waved her hand: "No, no, I think it's fine as it is now, it's healthy!"
The two walked slowly along the lakeside boardwalk.
The shadows of the dawn redwood trees stretched long on the boardwalk, and the lake was still, only rippling when stirred by the wind.
They walked to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, and Qu He pulled him to sit down.
"I never noticed before that Beicheng University had such a quiet place," Zhuang Bieyan said, looking at the metasequoia forest.
"Of course you don't know," Qu He said, pointing to the wooden boardwalk around her, introducing it with a touch of pride.
"This used to be a favorite spot for couples to sneak off on dates! The environment was peaceful, and the boardwalk led to the teaching buildings, library, and cafeteria. The only downside was the abundance of mosquitoes in the summer; I had to spray half a bottle of mosquito repellent every time I came..."
As she spoke, her voice gradually lowered until it fell completely silent, and her little mouth shut.
Qu He turned around and quietly took a step to the side, but soon felt a chill on the back of her neck.
A pair of hands gently pressed down, and Zhuang Bieyan's voice rang in her ears, a half-smile tinged with danger, "It seems that Ahe was a regular here before?"
Qu He shrank her neck, turned around on the spot, and avoided his hand.
She faced him, gave an innocent smile, and awkwardly explained, "Hahaha, no, no! I just heard it from someone else! If I hadn't come here today, I would have almost forgotten that there was such a place at school! Hahaha, hahahaha..."
But soon, her dry laughter faded away under Zhuang Bieyan's increasingly profound gaze.
Qu He unconsciously took half a step back, and just as she reached the railing of the pavilion, he pulled her back, forcing her whole body to press against him.
He slowly leaned down and gently brushed his nose against hers, their warm breaths mingling.
"Then let me help you remember?"
Before he could finish speaking, his lips covered hers, sealing all explanations and pretenses within that kiss.
The kiss carried a hint of punishment, but more than anything, it was an irresistible tenderness.
Later, Qu He felt her legs and feet were weak and she could barely stand.
Zhuang Bieyan picked her up and sat her on a bench in the pavilion, letting her sit on his lap, deepening the kiss.
He only stepped back when both of them were breathing heavily.
Qu He's fishtail braid had become a little loose, and strands of hair lazily fell to her ears. She leaned against him, breathing slightly, her cheeks flushed.
“Ahe,” Zhuang Bieyan gently stroked her chin with his fingertips, his voice domineering, “From now on, this place will only hold our memories.”
As if asserting his dominance, he lifted her chin again and gently pecked her lips, again and again.
This kind of fleeting, almost imperceptible kiss is all the more alluring.
Qu He was aroused by his teasing, and took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss and responding to his passion.
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