Chapter 203 Ten Years of Unrequited Love
As soon as the message "Zhuang Bieyan posted on Weibo" was uttered, all the reporters and fans around, including Yan Shu, took out their phones.
Just now, Zhuang Bieyan posted three Weibo posts in a row.
The first Weibo post was a Polaroid photo.
Under the bayberry tree, a little girl with two pigtails is holding a large plate of bayberries and laughing carefree at the camera.
Behind her was a little boy in a wheelchair. His gaze wasn't on the camera; instead, he turned his head and looked at the little girl in front of him who was smiling brightly.
The caption was a simple sentence: "Summer 2001, Yujia Ferry. Our first group photo."
The second Weibo post was even more direct, featuring close-ups of the covers of two marriage certificates placed side by side, conveying a sense of solemnity and sanctity.
The caption reads: "[In the summer of 2023, I finally married the girl I had a crush on for so long.]"
However, the third Weibo post is what has aroused the most curiosity and discussion.
It had no caption, only a picture.
The image looks a bit blurry, and the shooting environment appears to be poorly lit.
The photograph appears to be of a metal plate with faint traces of engraving, but the specific content is difficult to discern.
Just as everyone was speculating, Zhuang Bieyan revealed the answer in the comments section.
He posted a text:
My wife, Quhe, was born in Yujia Ferry and grew up in Beicheng Lane.
It is gentle yet resilient, and clear-minded yet pure.
To me, she is the light in the chaos, the lamp on my way home.
Ten years of friendship, treasured by time.
My life has been lonely for half my life, but I was fortunate to have her by my side.
Now that I have given her a title, the road ahead is long, and I am willing to walk it with her.
I pray that my ancestors will have mercy on me and grant me permission to protect her for life and love her for eternity.
This confession was sincere and heartfelt.
He then added three more pictures in the comments section.
The first picture shows a mutton fat jade pendant, with a warm and lustrous texture, and the character "庄" (Zhuang) is engraved on it.
The second item is a jade plaque with the two characters "Qu He" engraved on it.
The third item was a sachet, inside which a note was unfolded and read: "I hope Ahe will love me."
"What kind of fairytale love is this?"
One of the young reporters couldn't help but sigh.
The Weibo comment section has also been completely overrun.
"From 2001 to 2023, twenty-two years, that's what you call childhood sweethearts!"
"This is like a novel coming to life! So those who say Yan Shu and President Zhuang are truly in love, aren't you ashamed? They've been together since they were five!"
"That sachet with the note that says 'I hope Ah He can love me' melted my heart. I never knew President Zhuang could be so cautious!"
Netizens understood the meaning of the first two Weibo posts and the sachet, but they were still baffled by the blurry photo in the third Weibo post and the nonsensical comment.
Until a blogger with the ID "Zhuang Xiaotang" posted a message.
She is the daughter of a collateral branch of the Zhuang family. She usually shares her life and fashion, but never mentions family matters. However, she has posted a long article, which is quite unusual.
As a junior member of the Zhuang family, I'd like to share some things with everyone. The picture my uncle posted shows the iron inscription that must be carved when requesting the Zhuang family's jade plaque. According to ancestral rules, the woman each Zhuang family heir marries must have her inscription carved word by word by the man himself. The jade plaque in the second picture symbolizes the head wife of the Zhuang family; only the woman truly recognized by the Zhuang family can possess it.
This Weibo post went viral, and netizens went crazy for it.
"Personally carving iron books? That's too sacred and romantic!"
"No wonder the picture is blurry, it must have been because you pressed too hard when you were carving it and your hand was shaking."
"Where are the people who were criticizing Qu He before? Come out and see what true love is!"
Online opinion instantly turned overwhelmingly negative, and all doubts and slanders crumbled on their own.
However, the atmosphere inside the venue was quite subtle.
The reporter who started the trouble and the few Yan Shu fans who were shouting wished they could bury their heads in the ground and slink away in a corner, not daring to look at Qu He again.
A sharp-eyed reporter compared the images on his phone and suddenly exclaimed, "Huh?"
Her gaze swept over Yan Shu. "That mutton fat jade pendant that President Zhuang posted in the comments section looks so familiar... It seems to match the one Teacher Yan Shu is wearing around her neck..."
The moment Yan Shu saw Zhuang Bieyan's Weibo post, she finally understood that the little white moonlight girl that Zhuang Bieyan couldn't forget was actually Qu He!
Everything she did before was just being a clown.
Upon hearing the reporter's words, she instinctively tried to hide the pendant around her neck, but the reporter saw it as soon as she raised her hand.
"Ms. Yan Shu, could you please explain the origin of this pendant?" The reporter turned the microphone to her.
Yan Shu stammered.
Qu He sneered, unbuttoned the top button of her suit, and then, in front of the camera, pulled out the jade clasp she wore close to her body from her collar.
Against the backdrop of the black fabric, the jade buckle appeared even more lustrous and warm.
"This jade buckle was a gift left by Zhuang Bieyan's mother to her two children."
Qu He picked up the pendant and said, "This one was given to Zhuang Xi by Zhuang Liuyue. This one was put on me by Zhuang Bieyan when I was five years old."
"Then, I'm very curious, where did Teacher Yan Shu get this pendant around her neck, which is so similar to mine?"
Yan Shu's face was contorted with rage. She clutched the fake jade clasp on her chest, her nails almost digging into her flesh.
She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "It was just a souvenir from a friend. I thought it looked nice, so I wore it. I never expected it would cause such a misunderstanding."
Qu He was too lazy to waste any more words on her. This kind of clown should be judged by the law and public opinion.
She turned around, only to find that the reporter who had led the spread of rumors was nowhere to be seen.
Just then, a commotion arose at the entrance of the venue.
Several bodyguards in black suits, carrying the reporter who tried to slip away and several Yan Shu fans who wanted to take the opportunity to escape, walked in through the main gate.
The crowd parted to make way for a tall figure in a crisp black trench coat, who walked through the noise and headed straight for Quhe.
It was a farewell banquet for the Zhuang family.
Ignoring all the gazes and cameras around him, he walked up to Qu He and touched her hand. "Ahe, I'm late."
Qu He grasped his hand in return, a smile playing on her lips: "Not too late, just right."
The two smiled at each other, their trust and love unspoken.
The live stream camera precisely captured this moment of deep eye contact, instantly igniting a frenzy among the audience.
Zhuang Bieyan then turned his attention to the reporter, saying, "Regarding all the false rumors and malicious slander against my wife Qu He on the internet, the legal department of Zhuang's Group will record them one by one, pursue them to the end, and show absolutely no leniency!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on Qu He's face. In front of everyone, he solemnly declared, "In my life, Zhuang Bieyan has only ever loved and wanted to marry one person: Qu He. From the past to the present and into the future, this will never change."
This confession was powerful and resounding.
The reporter, who was being held down by the bodyguards, trembled with fear and could no longer hold on. He cried out and pointed at Yan Shu.
"President Zhuang! President Zhuang, please spare me! It was all her doing! Yan Shu instructed me! She gave me money to slander Teacher Qu He at the press conference. She taught me to say those things just now!"
"You're talking nonsense!" Yan Shu retorted shrilly, completely losing her composure.
"I have the transfer records! A simple bank statement will show it," the reporter shouted desperately to protect himself.
"That doesn't prove I forwarded it! Maybe you forged it!" Yan Shu stubbornly refused to budge, still struggling.
She only knew that she couldn't admit it now; as long as she stuck to her guns, no one could prove it.
Otherwise, she would be truly finished.
The reporter was speechless for a moment, sweating profusely with anxiety.
"Can this prove it?"
Qinglan, who had been watching from the sidelines, walked over at this moment.
She took out her phone and tapped it twice.
"…Qinglan, if you truly feel resentful and want to reclaim the honor that rightfully belongs to you… I can help you."
"...If you want it, I can make you a true gold medalist. How can someone who rose to the top through shady connections deserve to stand in this position?"
It was exactly what Yan Shu said when she was bewitching Qing Lan, not a single word was missing!
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