Chapter 35 Nacht "Wife."

It seemed that no matter where she was, he could always find her.

Once or twice is a coincidence, but what about many times?

But I just couldn't figure it out.

She stood in the green water with a slender figure and a graceful demeanor. Su Lan was almost mesmerized by her. Turning around, he saw the man walking slowly towards her.

Su Lan asked: "Who are you...?"

The private court area is within fixed time periods and outsiders are not allowed to enter or leave.

The man stopped and raised his left arm slightly, "Zhanzhan's husband, Xie Xianshen."

The ring on the ring finger of his left hand flashed a silver tone, and was worn in the same position as on Quezhan's hand.

Su Lan understood instantly and shook hands politely: "Hello, Mr. Xie."

When he wanted to withdraw his hand, he found that he was trapped by a fierce force.

Looking up, he saw an indifferent expression on his face, his black eyes were so calm that there was no warmth in them, oppression lurking in his eyes, glaring at him, the manner of a person in a high position was very relaxed.

The finger bones tighten and the force increases.

The two fought secretly and openly, and Su Lan was slightly inferior. His metacarpal bones were dislocated and deformed and were almost crushed into pieces.

Quezhan sensed something was wrong, and without thinking, she raised her hand to cover Xie Xianshen's wrist to stop the farce. At that moment, as soon as her fingertips touched his pulse, he loosened his grip and took her hand away.

The two put their palms together.

"..." Because of the presence of others, Que Zhan couldn't scold him, yell at him, or get angry with him. He couldn't break free either, so he could only obey.

"Your hands are so cold?" Xie Xianshen said casually.

Que Zhan smiled faintly, but the smile was really fake: "Maybe it's because the wind is strong today."

Her hands were not idle, she put two fingers together and quietly pinched the blood vessel on his wrist.

Su Lan stayed out of the matter and was unaware of the two's little actions. He also didn't know that Que Lan was already married. In his world, he turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and basically blocked out all news from the outside world.

The red that Que Lan brought into his world was the most different color he had ever seen.

Xie Xianshen's sudden appearance did not affect Que Zhan's work. After communicating her ideas with Su Lan, she and Xie Xianshen left the court.

In the car, he was driving the car while she was taking a nap in the passenger seat.

Although she was asleep, she was not sleepy at all. "What do you want from me? And how did you know I was here?"

"I told you this morning, but it's a pity that Mrs. Xie doesn't read messages."

In the morning, Quezhan didn't look at her phone again after replying to his message. Later, he said that the two families were discussing the wedding date and asked her to make time tonight. She was angry and deliberately ignored him.

As for why he knew she was at the stadium...

Quezhan must not know that they shared a location, so he casually said, "Husband and wife have a tacit understanding."

Quezhan opened his eyes and sneered, "We are just nominally husband and wife, what do you mean by tacit understanding, Mr. Xie?"

"You should not know what embarrassing thing happened to you when you were drunk yesterday?"

Quezhan made up a lie, "I feel a little regretful now. I should have recorded a video yesterday. I asked you to call me sister, and you were really obedient. You called me many times, each one more beautiful than the last. Moreover, you did whatever I asked you to do, as obedient as Revival."

He choked her, and she also wanted to see him speechless.

Comparing him to a dog?

"Mrs. Xie."

Through the rearview mirror in front of the car roof, Xie Xianshen looked into Quezhan's eyes, and their eyes collided head-on in the mirror, "I am drunk, but not dead yet."

"Drinking too much doesn't mean you will forget things. How come I remember that I called you--"

"Wife."

Quezhan heard those two words again and bit his lip embarrassedly, "...That's not true."

"How credible can a drunk person's words be? I remember it very clearly, you remembered it wrong!"

When has she ever been able to not get emotional when hearing this title...

It really makes her angry easily.

The phone screen lit up, and Que Zhan received a message from Su Lan, which was about the work ideas they discussed on the court.

After all, Su Lan is more professional in magazines. He wanted to persuade Quezhan that it would be better to have the people and products appear on the cover together, but Quezhan insisted on her own opinion. Rokori was not the first to set a product-centered precedent for selling magazines related to brand products. The main purpose was to promote the products. Moreover, she had confidence in the Encre series.

Su Lan no longer insisted, and Party B followed Party A's advice and replied to Que Zan.

Quezhan smiled, and instantly forgot his previous anger.

They were both in the same space, and it was hard for him not to notice whether she was angry or laughing.

She smiled at other people, at Meng Xie, Meng Ye, and even at Su Lan on the court. It seemed like she had never smiled at him before, a sincere smile.

She shouldn't smile at other men.

"Que..."

"Hello?"

Quezhan answered a call. She also heard Xie Xianshen calling her. She just glanced at him and said to the other end of the phone: "A Jiang? What's wrong?"

Cong Jiang: "Zhanzhan, I just got off work. I wanted to ask if you have time now. I haven't thanked you properly for helping my stepsister find a job."

"It's so polite to say thank you."

Quezhan leaned back in the chair comfortably. She didn't take this little achievement to heart and wanted to make up for it. "However, I do want to go to the old archway restaurant in Jingfei Lane, but I don't have time today. Some other day, the three of us will have dinner together."

"Okay, got it."

She switched seamlessly between angry look and good temper.

She is the most hypocritical.

After the call, Quezhan also wanted to ask what Xie Xianshen had asked her to do. Just as he was about to open his mouth, unfortunately, another call came in.

"Grandma?"

Ye Zhanlin called to ask where Quezhan and the others were. The two families were discussing the wedding date, and the main character couldn't be absent.

Quezhan said they would be there soon. She and Xie Xianshen were on the way and would reach Xie's house in about five minutes, so they wouldn't be late.

While talking to the little old lady, I was reluctant to hang up. I always wanted to say something more, while Ms. Ye's illness had not developed to a serious level and I could still remember her.

Que Zan asked, "What did you want to tell me just now?"

First it was Su Lan, then Cong Jiang, and then grandma. During these ten minutes, she had a great time talking and chatting with others, while he sat in the driver's seat and was unable to speak for ten minutes.

"Mrs. Xie is so busy, how can what I want to tell you rank in the ranking?"

"..."

"You can tell me or not."

This time when they went to Xie's house to discuss the wedding date, almost all the elders were present. As a junior, they naturally could not go to the man's elders' house empty-handed no matter what the matter was. But she did not expect this. It was her fault that she did not care about this marriage in the first place. What Xie Xianshen wanted to tell her was the gift he had prepared in advance.

Let her act better and don't find any flaws.

Mr. Xie loves calligraphy, so Xie Xianshen selected a set of top-quality writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone. The four treasures of the study each have their own unique characteristics, but it is important to remember that when introducing them, it is best to be responsive and reflect her intentions.

It’s like going back to the student days, taking exams where you have to memorize all the knowledge points.

I was afraid that if I said something wrong, the examiner would judge me as cheating.

On this point, let alone anything else, Xie Xianshen was indeed thoughtful, it was she who lacked experience.

The car drove into Xie's house and the two entered. The elders were sitting in the living room chatting.

She politely called for help. Quezhan memorized the knowledge points about the four treasures of the study that Xie Xianshen had told her and put them into practice. She repeated whatever he said, almost word for word. Old Master Xie was pleased that his eldest grandson could marry such a good wife as Quezhan. He sighed that it was a blessing for the Xie family over the past hundred years. A girl like her would be hard to find even with a lantern, so he must cherish her.

He also advised: "Xianshen, you must be nice to Zhanzhan and don't make her angry."

Quezhan turned her shoulder and looked at Xie Xianshen. Borrowing her grandfather's words, her eyes conveyed the message: Did you hear me? Don't make me angry.

Otherwise you will suffer the consequences.

She had a slightly smug expression, raised eyebrows, lifted lips, and the temperature in her eyes melted and warmed up, like a child who had eaten sweet candy.

childish.

Xie Xian lowered his eyes and moved the corners of his lips.

The two families are in harmony and the atmosphere is even more joyful.

Xie's grandmother Liu Fuan asked Quezhan to sit next to her, with a kind look: "I haven't seen Zhanzhan for a while, why do I feel you have lost weight?"

"Xianshen, didn't you take good care of Zhanzhan? The little girl is thin to begin with, what if she gets sick if she loses more weight?"

"No, grandma."

Xie Xianshen helped her, and Quezhan didn't let him ask for lectures in front of the elders, "I have my own diet plan, and I don't miss any meals a day. It's not A Shen's negligence."

Three meals a day?

Should we go to a restaurant today, have afternoon tea tomorrow, and then have a midnight snack with her friends when she’s free in the evening?

Desserts and cakes are all available, and there is no fixed time for meals, it all depends on my mood.

The word "Ah Shen" means calling him Ah Shen in front of elders.

In other situations, she was never as well-behaved as she is now. Usually, after a slap in the face, she would not be given a sweet treat, but another slap in the face.

"Zhanzhan is a bit picky about food." Ms. Ye "undermined" her and smiled, "She doesn't like green peppers, cilantro, or..."

"Grandma..." Zhanzhan pretended to be petty.

We have to give her some face in front of so many elders. She is actually not that picky.

Before the meal, the aunt in the family was still preparing the dishes. The elders talked about other things, but they were distracted and looked around.

Where did Xie Xianshen go?

Not long after, he disappeared.

The elder also noticed that he was missing, but he tried to calm him down, offered to go look for him, and then sent a message to Xie Xianshen.

Freiheit: Where are you? 】

There was no response. Half a minute later, a reply came: [Upstairs, turn left from the stairs and take the first room. 】

Quezhan said hello and went upstairs, passing through the staircase. The door of the first room was half-open. The light inside was not very bright, just a corner of warm light, which was quite dim. It spread on the ground, flowed into the gaps, and extended to her feet. She turned sideways to look inside, but did not go in.

After hesitating for a second, he delivered another message: [Why don’t you come in? Are you afraid that I will eat you? 】

But she thought to herself that she was not afraid.

She pushed the door open and walked in. Her vision gradually went from dark to bright. Xie Xianshen was standing in front of a Chinese-style bookshelf with an open book in her hand. She couldn't see clearly what book it was.

"What are you doing here?" she couldn't help but ask. The elders downstairs were still discussing their wedding date. How long could she stay in peace and quiet for a while?

"Get something."

"What is it?"

This was the study room that Xie Xianshen used to have when he was a child. Old Master Xie had set aside a separate room for it. Every desk, chair, flower, and tree in the room were all selected by him personally. They were placed in an elegant and meticulous manner, evoking a Zen-like calming feel.

Xie Xianshen closed the book and pushed it back to its empty spot on the bookshelf. He answered her question irrelevantly: "Care about me?"

But in Quezhan's opinion, it was groundless, "...what a fallacy."

Turning to leave, she saw a long and wide piece of light brown rice paper spread out on the desk. On the paper, the lines and sentences were clear, the strokes were vigorous and powerful, and the regular script was distinct. It was the words she fell in love with at first sight.

He took in her pause.

After all, after spending a long time together, I get to know her better and better. "Do you like my handwriting?"

Quezhan lowered her eyes, feeling as if she had been bewitched by the handwriting in the last second. She denied the idea that the handwriting reflects the person. "No, no, you are so narcissistic."

Two denials in a row, plus a personal attack.

"I discovered it the first time I visited your home."

At that time, she looked at his handwriting with the same eyes as she does now. Xie Xianshen told her the truth in his heart frankly, without leaving a single trace. "Why did you draw so many horizontal lines under my name? You were reluctant to destroy it. If it's not love, what could it be?"

"I don't..."

Quezhan rarely liked something particularly, and Xie Xianshen's handwriting was one of the few exceptions.

Who made her a word control?

"I can teach you."

He didn't give her a chance to refuse and directly threw out the bait, but on the other hand, he also had a selfish motive: "Just think of it as a deal, you need to agree to one condition of mine."

"What condition?" She had to find out the way, and then analyze and weigh the pros and cons.

"Wedding."