Chapter 29 Nacht kissed her till she was dizzy. ...

his instinctive breathing became so rapid that he could hardly catch his breath. Meng Xie pushed away the obstruction in his throat with all his strength.

Hearing Xie Xianshen say this, in his eyes, all the little tricks he and Meng Ye used to get close to Quezhan were exposed.

Meng Xie couldn't just stand by and watch the concert, although he didn't have any evidence pointing to Meng Ye, but it was Meng Ye who told him that his own brother was confronting him: "Brother, you can't just wait to get the things you like, and the same goes for people. What's the point of waiting any longer, opportunities won't fall from the sky for nothing, you have to grab them."

"Now you and I are on the same side. To put it nicely, we are brothers and friends, but our goal is her, and even more so, she is the enemy."

The side of Meng Ye that appeared in front of him was dark, stubborn, and gloomy. Meng Xie almost didn't recognize him. This was his brother who was closely related by blood. "It feels surprisingly good to fall in love with the same woman as my own brother."

"Brother, I won't say too much about our brotherhood. You can wait if you are willing."

"You just need to watch carefully and see how I can get her to me."

Does he still want to wait?

Meng Xie asked himself, after waiting for countless days and nights, their initial friendship remained the same until now.

He had been suppressing and restraining his feelings for Que Zan since they sprouted, and he had been forbearing until the moment she entered into marriage. It wasn't even his choice, and he was still forbearing. He even looked down on himself, and he didn't dare to protect the woman he loved openly.

The phone vibrated slightly and Xie Xianshen answered the call.

It was the nurse who told him that the drip had been completed, the patient had fallen asleep, and asked to contact the family.

He didn't waste time here. He returned to the ward, took off his coat and put it on Quezhan, then put his hand through her knees and picked her up sideways.

The chill of the salt water spread to her body. She seemed very cold, and the warmth she felt instinctively pushed her closer.

Her slender fingers grasped the front of his shirt and she buried her head in his arms.

Meng Xie could only watch and could do nothing.

He was unwilling to accept it.

"Your marriage is just a bond of interests, nothing more." "

Emotionally, I will let her choose me."

The worst decision a person should make is to think that he or she can achieve his or her goal based on a fantasy.

He really has this confidence.

Holding Quezhan, he went downstairs to the car. Zuo Qian stood at the side of the car and opened the door. The two got in and left.

The temperature in the car was kept constant, but it was still cold. He lowered his neck, hung his head, and unconsciously clasped his arms to keep himself warm.

At this moment, she looked like a poor little animal.

Xie Xianshen lifted up the coat that was hanging on her body and let her lean on his shoulder. She seemed to have found something and moved closer to him. Her long black hair fell down to half cover her face and she rubbed him gently.

He didn't know that she was half conscious at that time and was in a dream.

In the ward, after Quezhan asked Xie Xianshen to leave the room, he looked at the messages on his mobile phone feeling drowsy, probably because the medicine was taking effect and he wanted to sleep.

The unfamiliar environment and drugs made her body cold and sleepy. She closed her eyes, and her feet moved free as she stepped into another parallel world.

She dreamed again of the lingering abyss that was dragging her. Her desperate cries for help seemed to be burned to pieces by the scorching fire, and she herself was so weak that she was powerless.

The brief fear turned, the dream changed, and she dreamed of her grandmother.

In the dream, her grandmother didn't remember her. She was so excited to see her grandmother, but she ran to her grandmother and talked about some daily trivial matters with a smile. Her grandmother tilted her head in confusion and asked, "Little girl, who are you?"

She didn't want to believe that her grandmother had forgotten her. Her emotions changed from stunned, to unbelievable, to heartbroken, to having to accept the fact. She repeated her name over and over again, her hands were shaking, her voice was choking, but her grandmother looked at her like a stranger. To her grandmother, she was too strange.

"Don't... forget me..."

Quezhan's voice was very low, like a whisper.

Xie Xianshen noticed her change in mood and bent down to hear what she said clearly. The rapidly passing moonlight reflected through the window, and the first thing he saw was the tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

The tears fell on the back of his hand, feeling a little cold, but in fact, it was not the first time he saw her cry.

"Don't..."

"Plop."

Another tear fell.

She seemed very fragile, curled up into a ball, with cold palms, helpless and confused, seeking support alone.

Just at this moment, the car changed its course and went straight to the intersection and then turned a corner.

Due to inertia, Quezhan's consciousness fell into another time and space, and he could not stabilize his body outside the dream, so he leaned forward. Seeing this, Xie Xianshen raised his hand, held her face with his warm palm, and then brought her back to her original position to stop her "restlessness".

What is she crying about? Is it about the hot orange soup?

Over the past two months, he had gotten to know her a little better. She was indeed very vindictive and still held a grudge over a small matter.

If she was awake at this moment, she would probably still be in a cold war with him and would have difficulty saying a word.

Tear marks left marks on Quezhan's face, the corners of his eyes were still wet, telling of unspeakable grievances.

Moving his finger bones downwards, Xie Xianshen bent his fingers and gently wiped away her tears.

All the pride he thought he had seemed to collapse in an instant. He couldn't tell whether those three words were involuntary or came from the true feelings: "My fault."

At that time, he had a bad attitude and shouldn't have been so mean to her.

-Last

night, the dream that Quezhan had frightened her so much that when she woke up in the morning, she hurriedly packed up and went to her grandmother’s cottage to make trouble.

"What's wrong, Zhanzhan?"

The grandmother was getting ready to water the flowers in the courtyard. She had just picked up the watering can when the gate opened. She saw her granddaughter jumping into her arms like an anxious rabbit. "What's wrong, my dear granddaughter? Why are you unhappy so early in the morning? Look, you're so aggrieved that you're crying."

Ye Zanlin took a tissue from her pocket. The old lady liked crabapples very much, and the patterns on the tissue were all the outlines of crabapples.

"What's going on?"

The granddaughter didn't say anything, but just held her tightly. Seeing that she was very clingy, Ms. Ye laughed and said that she was still a child who loved to act coquettishly and cry. "Okay, stop crying and tell grandma what happened."

But she sobbed slightly, with tiny tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. She shook her head and said nothing.

"Did Xian Shen bully you?"

"Did you have a fight?"

Her grandmother's warm embrace gradually brought her back to reality. Last night was just a dream, it was fake, but it gave her a psychological hint that the grandmother in front of her was real and she should not be afraid.

When asked about the reason, she didn't want to talk about that absurd dream.

"...Well." She thought about it and made up her mind to let Xie Xianshen take the blame.

When grandma asked in detail what had happened, Que Zhan wiped away her tears, looking gentle and pitiful, but her voice was calm: "He lost his temper with me and was mean to me."

She was really good at accusing people.

No, he was not wronged, he was just mean to her.

In just ten minutes, the "culprit" who was wrongly accused in Que Zhan's mouth rushed to the small villa. It was the grandmother who called. The old lady was very protective of her granddaughter. When she heard that her precious granddaughter was bullied, she could not just pretend that nothing had happened.

The person came, but for some reason, I felt a sense of guilt in my heart.

"Zhanzhan accidentally ingested an allergen yesterday. It was my fault. My tone was a little bad." Xie Xianshen poured a cup of tea for Ms. Ye. "Grandma, I'm sorry to have worried you."

Ms. Ye knew what happened and mistakenly thought it was a big deal.

It seems that the young couple is getting along well at the moment. They quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. It is normal for them to have some small fights.

Since people were here, Ms. Ye talked about the wedding arrangements. Xie Xianshen replied that the wedding date, wedding banquet and other specific matters needed to be agreed upon by the two families. After the press conference, it would be his and Quezhan’s wedding.

"Then I'll have time to choose a wedding dress carefully," said Ms. Ye.

Quezhan nodded in response and smiled: "Grandma will go with me then."

The two of them accompanied grandma for a short while. Before leaving, Quezhan had just closed the small door to the courtyard. The smile on the corners of his lips turned into a straight line when he turned around. His face was pale and proud, with light eyebrows and a pair of eyes with slightly upturned corners, and he became cold-blooded and ruthless in an instant.

Xie Xianshen noticed every little movement of hers and said, "You change your expression so quickly, Mrs. Xie."

Quickly?

She could actually become even faster. If her grandmother wasn't around, she wouldn't even want to pay attention to him when they were chatting.

He would ask for her opinion and call her name every few sentences.

It was precisely because his grandmother was around that he called her Zhanzhan, Zhanzhan.

Her mind was full of work-related injuries and she was about to have a stress reaction to these two words.

"I don't want to talk to you right now."

Quezhan walked to the parked Aston Martin, opened the door, sat in the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt in one go, but unfortunately the car had trouble starting and the fuel tank showed that the fuel was exhausted.

“…” She wanted to curse the car.

He pretended to take out his mobile phone and open the taxi-hailing app, but before he could see the screen clearly, the next moment, the phone in his hand was snatched away by Xie Xianshen.

She reacted and tried to grab it, but this time, he opposed her and raised his arm high to prevent her from touching it.

The man tapped the screen a few times with one hand, and after successfully sharing the location with her, he exited, locked the screen, and did not return it to her. Instead, he said, "Get in the car."

However, he did not see Xie Xian's deep taps, and failed to snatch the phone away. He turned around and was about to walk out without saying a word, with anger written on his head, pretending not to hear what he said.

"Get in the car, I'll give you the phone."

She was still rushing forward. Xie Xianshen raised his lips slightly, he had many ways to make her turn back, "I'll call grandma. Tell her..."

"Bang!"

It was the sound of the car door closing.

Quezhan turned back and got in the car, rolled down the window and spoke to him unhappily, "Driver, drive faster."

Xie Xian sneered.

It was his first time to be a driver.

On the way, the two of them basically didn't talk to each other, and the only two conversations were about the press conference and the wedding.

As the press conference was approaching, Que Zhan wanted to buy new clothes to attend the conference. Xie Xian deeply understood that what she meant was that she had no new clothes to wear.

Thinking back to when the two of them lived in the same room, her clothes took up 80 percent of the closet space, and for the remaining 20 percent, she would take a 5 percent handling fee.

The storage space was constantly reduced, leaving him with little room for his clothes.

"The card is in your hand, buy whatever you want."

Quezhan understood that this was his way of apologizing for what happened last night, and she didn't accept it. "Mr. Xie, if you were to apologize for what happened yesterday and be more sincere, maybe I wouldn't be angry. Let's continue with the press conference and the wedding scene."

Xie Xianshen controlled the steering wheel with one hand, leaning back, with his arm on his arm, his posture casual and dignified, he tapped the knuckles of his left ring finger that was hanging on the edge of the car window, with an indifferent aura.

"You say."

It's simple.

Quezhan looked straight ahead, crossed her legs, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'll be back from shopping tonight, and you can be my driver again."

She liked the feeling of ordering him around, like calling the wind and rain.

Finally, Quezhan Xuyi met his eyes in the rearview mirror and said, "I am very clear about the distinction between public and private."

She would not let herself suffer any loss. She was scolded for no reason, and she would not feel relieved unless she took revenge.

...

"Did you really say that to him?"

Xun Ang gained new insights. "Pei Mo and Xie Xianshen are good friends from the same compound. He told me that Xie Xianshen's temper is not something that everyone can control." Quezhan retorted indifferently.

She knew her own evaluation too well: "Have you forgotten? I'm not easy to deal with either."

"I lost to you..."

Xun Ang said with a smile, and stopped halfway through the sentence. In fact, the second half of the sentence was - you two really look like they were cast in the same mold, a perfect match made in heaven.

Quezhan said there was a phone call coming in, it was from Ah Jiang, she nodded and turned off the microphone.

"What's wrong, Ah Jiang?" Quezhan answered the phone and heard that the voice from the other end was not very good, with a hint of crying.

Cong Jiang said that her father called her and wanted her to help her stepsister with her employment problem. Her stepsister was about to graduate from college this year and wanted to find a job after her internship, so she wanted to see if she, as her older sister, could help.

These were just polite words. The father said these just to soften Cong Jiang's heart. As the elder sister, she had to provide a guarantee for his daughter's employment.

Quezhan has known Congjiang since high school. Congjiang is a quiet and introverted person who was bullied. His original family must be not good.

When Cong Jiang was ten years old, her parents divorced and her mother unfortunately passed away due to a serious illness. The custody was awarded to her father. After her father remarried, he had a daughter with his stepmother. Although she took her father's surname, her father had formed a new family after all. In this family, she knew that she was the biggest outsider.

Her father and stepmother treated her differently, sometimes nicer and sometimes meaner. When they thought she was useful and could help, they would flatter her with a smile; when they thought she was useless and a drag, they would starve her and not give her a single bite of food to eat for the whole day.

The college entrance examination changed her fate and allowed her to escape from her original family, meet Que Zhan, and have a stable job. But now her family has found her and knows that she has made a name for herself as a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner in Beijing. They are grabbing her by the neck and treating her as a bridge to cross the river and a money-making tree.

I didn't accumulate many connections since I was in college, and my only true friends were Que Zhan and Xun Ang.

She was really forced into a corner...

"Zhanzhan, can you, can you help me..." Cong Jiang bit her lip to hold back tears, "I really... really have no other choice..."

"A Jiang, don't cry."

Zhanzhan had plenty of connections, and a job could be secured with just one sentence, "I can help your sister, but you can't keep indulging them in asking for money from you."

"Prepare a contract as I say, and use this contract as a boundary to resolve your sister's work issues. If they have any problems in the future, let them go to whoever they should contact, and don't come to you again."

"...Okay. Thank you, Zhanzhan."

"You look so serious." Xun Ang couldn't hear the content of the conversation and was confused, "What did you say to Ah Jiang?"

Quezhan concentrated for a long time, "Parents can trap their children with moral shackles, and on the other hand, the children use legal weapons to protect themselves. Does this count as sacrificing one's own family for the sake of justice?"

Xun Ang understood immediately, "Some people are not worthy of the word parents at all."

"Baby, if I were you, I would tell Ah Jiang the same thing."

From the time he knew Jiang until now, Quezhan still felt sorry for her when he thought of her experiences.

"Okay, let's stop here today. I look forward to my baby's stunning appearance at the press conference." Xun Ang waved his hand and had to go back early because of a sudden meeting. "Let's go."

Quezhan waited for Xie Xianshen to come over at the designated place.

She bought a lot of trophies today, including clothes, accessories, and so on, all in small bits and pieces. As for how much they cost, she didn't look at it. She just swiped her black card continuously and exchanged for a lot of payment receipts.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

Not far ahead, a man who was walking briskly accidentally bumped into someone and apologized. Maybe because the matter was urgent, his steps were disorderly and hurried, but he did not stop, and kept walking forward through the crowd.

The person who was hit was squatting on the ground picking up the fallen things. He didn't get angry or glare at others, but he felt that the man had a good temper.

And taking a closer look...

"Meng Ye?"

Meng Ye looked up when he heard the voice, and saw Quezhan sitting in the rest area among the crowd, "Sister Zhanzhan."

Quezhan came here to shop, and Meng Ye came here to accompany his band teammate's girlfriend to choose a birthday present. He was about to go back alone, and fate made them meet here.

"What are you looking for? Did that person knock your things down?" Quezhan asked him.

Meng Ye nodded. The earring on his left ear bone was knocked off and he couldn't find it. He bought a new one today and he liked that style very much.

"This type?"

Quezhan looked at the brand handbag that Meng Ye was carrying and felt it was quite familiar. She picked out a square box from the gift bag and opened it. "What a coincidence, I also bought this style."

The earrings can be worn by both men and women. Quezhan thought they were good at first sight and put them in her pocket. However, seeing that Meng Ye seemed to like them very much, she handed the box over: "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"Isn't this... not very good?"

"It's just an accessory. I think you like it more than I do, and it should have a more suitable owner."

Meng Ye said that he could not accept the earrings from her for nothing. Quezhan smiled and said that her two front-row concert tickets were also very expensive, so they could be regarded as a small gift to celebrate the successful conclusion of the Harmony Band's concert.

"Thank you, Sister Zhanzhan." Meng Ye accepted the earring and rubbed the diamond on the top of the earring with his fingertips. She was so close in front of him, it was like he was caressing her face.

He deliberately couldn't wear it in front of her, deliberately showed weakness, and deliberately acted pitiful to win her sympathy.

He disguised the whole process on purpose, but she still took the bait.

Zhanzhan, do you know that giving someone an intimate gift like earrings is a subtle form of possession?

"Don't use brute force. Your ears are red."

Quezhan reminded Meng Ye that he could look at the glass wall behind him, which would be more convenient. "Don't you feel any pain from such a strong force?"

He thought she was going to help him, but obviously, he misunderstood.

"Here?" Meng Ye didn't want to give up the trap he had set for her, and continued to play the weak role to lure her into the trap.

Quezhan tilted his head and looked carefully. The direction was correct. "Yes."

After disinfecting and wiping it again with alcohol wipes, he twisted the front end of the earring and inserted it into the eyelet of the ear bone. She still didn't take the bait, but she leaned forward as she tilted her head.

Because she leaned forward, their figures overlapped with each other, and it looked like they were kissing.

For a moment, he really wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her until he was dizzy.

She smells really good.

"Okay, it's okay..."

The cell phone rang at this moment, and I felt inexplicably nervous.

Seeing that it was Xie Xianshen calling, she relaxed her shoulders again and cursed him in her heart before answering the phone, "Are you there yet?"

One second passed, then two seconds, without any sound of anyone talking. The sound of a fine wind blew across the call line. The seconds increased to seven, and the person on the other end only said two words with a cold tone.

"Turn around."

Que Dian half turned her body, and her beautiful profile was reflected in the window opposite.

Across the entire floor-to-ceiling wall, she saw Xie Xianshen at a glance, despite the complicated and busy flow of people coming and going around her.

He stood in the regional dim light, tall and slender, staring at her with unwavering black eyes, clamping her tightly.

Cold inquiry, questioning.

"Did you kiss him?"