Qiao Yan felt annoyed when hearing the busy tone on the phone. He called back, but the phone was turned off.
"Shit!" Qiao Yan threw the phone aside, "Qiaojiang Hotel? Ha, thousands of rooms..." He gritted his teeth and picked up the phone again, "Brother, help me find out which room He Qingwen, who is staying in our hotel tonight, is in... Stop talking nonsense." As he said that, he turned around and headed towards the direction of Qiaojiang Hotel.
He Qingwen took Ye Mi off his shoulders and put her on the bed, rubbing her shoulders with gritted teeth, "How come she is so drunk? She fell to the ground and was unconscious. I might have thought I was carrying a dead body." He complained to the waiter behind him, "Help her take off her clothes." After saying that, he turned around and left the bedroom.
He took a simple shower and felt refreshed. He poured himself a glass of red wine and looked at the red liquid in the glass reflecting the dim light and refracting the amber light. He suddenly had a bad idea. He held his head with one hand and smiled foolishly at the bedroom door. "Ye Mi, I really underestimated you. But I don't want to lose everything to Qiao Yan. What should I do?"
The urgent ringing of the doorbell interrupted He Qingwen's thoughts. He looked at the time and said, "It's so fast." Then he stood up and walked to the door. He only half-opened the door and stood in front of it with his hands open. It seemed that he had no intention of letting Qiao Yan in. "It's so fast. It seems that Qiao Jiang is just that kind of person. He would leak the guests' information casually." A sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
When Qiao Yan saw the wet hair and the bathrobe, the anger that he had just tried to calm down flared up again. He grabbed He Qingwen by the collar with both hands and pushed her in, kicking the door shut. "He Qingwen, what did you do to her?"
"Can't you see?"
Qiao Yan threw a punch at He Qingwen. He Qingwen had never thought that Qiao Yan would hit him so hard. This sudden blow made him fall directly on the sofa. He felt a bang in his head and some stars in his eyes. He looked back at Qiao Yan and gently rubbed the corner of his mouth. It actually bled. He looked at the blood on his hand, "Humph, Qiao Yan, I didn't realize that you are still so violent. Is this the cultivation of a Stanford prodigy?" He snorted and laughed, looking nonchalant.
"He Qingwen, you dare to touch my woman in my territory. If I don't kill you, you should be grateful that I have good manners. Get out of here right now, and don't you ever mess with Ye Mi again." Qiao Yan clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulged out, and the bloodshot in his eyes startled He Qingwen.
He calmed down and stood up slowly. "How do I know she is your wife? You are still playing such a fashionable thing as secret marriage." He adjusted his bathrobe. "What should I do? She is my woman now. I really like her. Besides, you are not good to him, and you are not sincere..." He Qingwen keenly caught the surprise and the gloom in his sharp eyes. He was just speculating randomly, and it seemed that he was close to the truth. He straightened his back and cleared his throat. "I think I fell in love with her." He stared at Qiao Yan intently. "Don't give me the chance to turn her into the second He Xiaoning."
Qiao Yan's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He Qingwen felt that it was almost time. If he didn't leave, he would be beaten to death. He wrapped himself in his bathrobe and said nonchalantly, "The clothes have been sent for washing. It seems that I have to go downstairs and get another room." He walked to the door, opened it and closed it again. He turned around and frowned at Qiao Yan, "I'm curious, how did you break a woman's heart without shedding a single tear?"
Qiao Yan's back suddenly stiffened, and his whole body trembled with the sound of the door closing. He turned his head to look at the bedroom door, but his feet seemed to be fixed. He didn't know how to face it. He couldn't blame her, and he had no right to blame her. But the pain was entangled in his heart. Whether it was voluntary or not, he couldn't forgive himself. The guilt of hurting and the fear of losing surged into his heart, and he felt a little breathless.
Qiao Yan slowly pushed open the door of the room. The person inside was sleeping soundly, but the half-exposed shoulder still hurt his eyes. He took a deep breath and walked to her bed. Although it was only a few steps away, it seemed like he had walked a long way. His steps were as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
Looking at her sleeping face, I wonder if there was something unhappy in her dream, her brows were tightly knitted. Qiao Yan felt distressed, and reached out to gently smooth her hair with his thumb. The messy short hair covered half of her eyes. Qiao Yan reached out to push it away and saw a red and swollen spot on her forehead, which was the wound of a teacup for him. He leaned over and blew gently on it, "Does it hurt? I'm sorry, really... I'm sorry." He took a deep breath, but his eyes were still hot.
Qiao Yan turned around and slid down onto the carpet beside the bed. He Xiaoning accepted his mother’s check for 2 million and betrayed their love. “Letting me go is the greatest happiness you can give me.” These words have been haunting him like a nightmare for more than two years. He has been feeling guilty and unable to sleep every night. He must have done something wrong. Xiaoning must have been deeply hurt. He must have hurt such a gentle and weak woman, otherwise she wouldn’t have done that. He could see the pain in her eyes when they broke up when he closed his eyes, and could see her hands holding each other tightly and refusing to let go…
The cruelty of reality lies in its suddenness. Sometimes when all possibilities are ruled out, the remaining ones are the truth even if they are impossible. Qiao Yan rested his head on his knees, as if he was in chaos, with his back against the darkness, soaked in the coldness of loneliness. He held his head with both hands and curled up his body, curling himself into an extremely protective posture, "Ye Mi, don't leave me, I really have nothing." Qiao Yan has never been so clear-headed as he is at this moment. This woman, who he sometimes feels is a burden, has supported his entire fragile emotional life without knowing when.
Not knowing what happened, Ye Mi was confused and felt pain all over her body. Her head felt heavy. She slowly opened her eyes, took a look, and then closed them again. After a moment, she suddenly opened them again. This, this, where is this? She lifted the quilt and took a look. Her face suddenly turned red. She sat up in anger, "He Qingwen, you bastard!" What did he do to her? She felt so wronged that she couldn't help crying.
Qiao Yan was stunned outside the door when he heard the sobbing sound from inside. His heart choked and he stood outside the door, not daring to push it open, not knowing how to comfort her. He turned around and took the honey tea that he had just ordered in, and pushed the door open directly. He might as well take the blame himself, since he was not going to let her go anyway.
"What are you yelling about?" He said with a sullen face, pushed the door open and went in.
Ye Mi looked up in a daze for a moment, then wrapped herself up and lay down to check the bed sheet. It was clean. If it really happened, there should be blood. She breathed a sigh of relief, but she still felt a little disappointed in her heart. Nothing really happened.
"What are you looking for?" Qiao Yan was a little confused, but also worried that something might happen to her.
Ye Mi suddenly woke up and couldn't help but slap herself in the face. She was really a jerk. He treated her like that, but she still couldn't control her heart. She fell on the bed, covered herself with the quilt, and hid inside, throwing a tantrum. She didn't know what to say to him.
Qiao Yan quickly put down the cup in his hand and sat down beside the bed. He felt so distressed that he hesitated with his arms outstretched. Finally, he hugged her in his arms through the quilt, "Ye Mi, it's my fault. I'm sorry. It's my fault. It's all my fault. I can't control myself. I will treat you well and I will treat you well for the rest of my life."
Ye Mi suddenly lifted the quilt, "Qiao Yan, you know what, if I get bit by that bastard He Qingwen, I will tell my grandma, and you just wait for God's retribution to make sure you can't fly for the rest of your life." She looked at Qiao Yan's dazed eyes in front of her, lowered her head, and hurriedly screamed and pulled up the quilt, "You big pervert!" As she said that, she rolled up the quilt and got out of bed. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she sat on the ground, feeling sore in her back and waist.
Ye Mi frowned and looked back at Qiao Yan, "Did nothing really happen last night? Why do I feel so much pain all over my body?"
Qiao Yan looked at her for a moment, then shook his head. "Nothing happened. You drank too much, and you bumped into things while walking. You will definitely get hurt a little." His voice became lower and lower, and he sounded less and less confident.
Ye Mi glanced at him and complained in her mind, thinking that he must have fallen down or beaten her, and now he was denying it and pretending to be a good person, otherwise why would his whole body hurt
"How did you find me and how did I get here? I was clearly hanging out with He Qingwen, so how come it was you when I woke up?" Ye Mi blinked, a little confused.
"I called and He Qingwen answered, so I went to the bar to pick you up."
"Then why don't you go home?" She tilted her head and looked at him, feeling that he was hiding something.
Qiao Yan was stunned by the question. He lowered his head, "Why do you have so many questions? Do you have a hundred thousand whys? I'm afraid you'll vomit when you get home. I think you're dirty. Okay?" Seeing her half-believing and half-doubting eyes, Qiao Yan stood up, "If you don't go in to take a shower and just squat here like this, I'll make something happen to you right away! You still have the nerve to say that you were hanging out with He Qingwen. You're a married woman, hanging out with another man in the middle of the night, you..."
Ye Mi stuck out her tongue and quickly ran into the bathroom holding the quilt. She also turned back to check the bed to make sure nothing serious had happened.
Qiao Yan let out a long sigh and sat down on the bed, hoping that this hurdle would be passed. He turned back and stared at the bathroom door. How much did she drink? But it would be better if she didn't remember anything.
Ye Mi was in the steamy bathroom, looking at the mirror in confusion. Did she feel nothing when she took off her clothes, or was she still keeping her virginity for He Xiaoning? She fiddled with her short hair, and seemed to understand why he was so furious that day, and she couldn't help but feel sad.
She admitted that she was the most spineless woman, who would stubbornly tie her heart to a man. Yesterday she had decided to turn around and leave, no longer being so stupid to keep staring at him, but when he hugged her and said sorry, saying that he would treat her well for the rest of his life, she turned back.
She wiped the mist off the mirror with her hand, "He apologized. Such a proud person apologized. Xiaoye, why not forgive him again? He knows the truth now and should start over. This is your chance." After saying that, she made a face at herself, and then changed her face to an annoyed look, "Alas, I just can't stand you saying you've been good to me, so I'll forgive you again. One day, you'll remember my kindness."
When Ye Mi came out, Qiao Yan was no longer in the room. She looked around and saw a note and 200 yuan on the coffee table.
"I've asked for leave for you. Have a good rest today. If you don't like the hotel, take a taxi home. If you feel uncomfortable, call me."
Ye Mi held the note in one hand and two hundred yuan in the other, with a sweet smile on her face. She jumped up and threw herself on the bed, hugging the pillow, "Yan, you are so nice!" She said in a coquettish voice, and buried her face in the pillow out of shame.
As soon as Qiao Yan got in the car, he called He Qingwen and said, "Come out, let's talk."