MTL - His Marriage Partner is Scheming-Chapter 22

When Chi Xueyan woke up, the dim light in the bedroom softly flooded into the field of vision, with a gentle light blue shadow, like the haze in the morning.

Trapped in the comfortable quilt, he lazily closed his eyes and rested for a while, until he was fully awake, before reaching out to touch the mobile phone that was left on the bedside table last night.

On the lock screen full of new messages, the displayed time was ten o'clock in the morning.

Chi Xueyan was a little surprised.

He thought it was still dark in the morning, but he didn't expect to sleep for so long.

I can only blame the blackout effect of the bedroom curtains too well.

...However, he didn't think that he, who was so sleepy after taking a shower last night, would remember to close the curtains before going to bed.

Chi Xueyan looked over the tightly closed curtains at the side, and then fell on the roses on the table. The shirt he threw on the chair was not messy at all, but neatly folded.

It can only be He Qiao.

He is also a very careful person when there are no outsiders around.

Chi Xueyan subconsciously looked to the right.

The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets were still flat, the temperature was cool, and no one seemed to have slept.

So he was the one who slept all night in the master bedroom alone.

The bed was really comfortable.

I hope the second bedroom bed he chose is as comfortable as this.

Chi Xueyan got up to wash up, changed her clothes and walked out of the room.

The house is quiet, the sun shines on all the colorful colors in the house, and the warm atmosphere permeates silently.

The door of the bedroom belonging to He Qiao was closed, there was no movement inside, and the owner of the room seemed to be still sleeping.

Chi Xueyan showed surprise, and then stepped lightly.

He originally thought that He Qiao would wake up earlier, after all, he had a good rest the night before the wedding, and was not sleep-deprived like him.

I don't know when He Qiao fell asleep last night.

He walked to the kitchen, where all the seasonings and common food were available, like a home that had already started a warm life.

Chi Xueyan planned to cook something casually to fool himself.

When he was at home, he had always had an aunt who cooked. She was very good at cooking, and the family of three seldom cooked, so he only made some simple things, which tasted neither bad nor bad.

Thinking of this, Chi Xueyan immediately missed Aunt Ling's cooking.

There are no cooks or cleaners hired in the new house for the time being. The elders mentioned it, but the two found excuses and refused.

Because it is inconvenient, if outsiders are present all the time, they may accidentally reveal the true relationship status of each other at the moment when they forget to cover up.

Have no idea how to solve this problem.

In short, he is not very good at cooking, and he is too lazy to cook.

Chi Xueyan couldn't help sighing.

Or go home for dinner tonight.

When the clock reached eleven o'clock, the door of He Qiao's room finally opened.

At that time, Chi Xueyan was lying on the sofa reading a book, a detective novel that had just been unpacked, which was moved from her home earlier.

This wedding room, which was checked in on the first day, is already full of daily details, as the mothers imagined in advance.

Hearing the movement of the door, he looked up and couldn't help laughing.

After He Qiao finished washing, he changed into short sleeves with a very homely style, which was the casual look that Chi Xueyan liked.

But the person in front of him is different from the usual one, not the one who pretends to be gentle and innocent, nor the one who is actually calm and rational.

He Qiao stood at the door of the room, looking at the carefully decorated home, the rich sunlight instantly lit up his vision, and the lines of his handsome profile were wrapped by the midsummer sun pouring in from the window, making him look very warm.

He seemed to smell the faint aroma of food floating in the air, so he subconsciously looked in the direction of the kitchen, and there was a real soft clarity in his eyes.

It may also be the daze of not getting enough sleep.

Chi Xueyan, who was inexplicably pleased by this picture, greeted him with a smile: "Good afternoon, did you suffer from insomnia yesterday?"

He Qiao came back to his senses, looked sideways at him, and replied slowly, "A little bit."

Then came the response to the greeting: "Good afternoon."

There was a slight hoarseness in the voice that had just woken up.

For some reason, Chi Xueyan wanted to laugh more and more. He smiled and frowned, and threw the book aside.

Now he didn't want to read grim detective novels.

Chi Xueyan picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and found a random TV series to watch.

Today was Sunday, and it was like this when he was at home on weekends.

Do whatever you want, whatever comes to your mind.

"There are sandwiches in the kitchen, you just make do with them."

Chi Xueyan shook the remote control in his hand, as if exchanging food with his cohabiting lover: "Don't watch the news, okay?"

When he was fooling himself, he conveniently prepared one for He Qiao who was still sleeping.

It's a friendly courtesy to your roommate.

He Qiao saw the sloppy-looking sandwich, served on a beautiful plate, with ham and meat floss sandwiched in the soft toast, without the more complicated fried eggs and tomato slices, but it still looked delicious.

While walking towards the kitchen, he replied in a gentle voice, "Okay."

No news today.

Lively episodes are being played on the large-screen TV in the living room, with lights and shadows flickering on the screen, and sounds flowing around. The beautiful fireplace beside it becomes an elegant decoration in summer.

Chi Xueyan was still sitting lazily on the sofa, looking at the screen, and was recovering a fourth-order Rubik's Cube in his hand. He didn't know if he was using the TV series as the background sound, or he was playing with the Rubik's Cube as a walnut.

He also casually chatted with He Qiao.

"Go out to eat later, or order takeaway?"

"Is there any restaurant you want to go to?" He Qiao asked, "Or you can eat at home."

In case the other party misunderstood, he quickly added: "I can cook, and the taste should be okay."

The problem of three meals was suddenly solved, Chi Xueyan couldn't help but turned to look at him, and said with appreciation: "I'm not picky about food."

He Qiao bought groceries on his mobile phone, and while waiting for delivery, he sat on the other side of the sofa and peeled the grapefruit.

There are many fresh fruits in the kitchen, and he chose the one with the most refreshing taste, which is suitable as a pre-meal fruit.

Chi Xueyan next to him once again restored the Rubik's Cube in his hand, and was about to put it aside to do something else, as if reminded by the Rubik's Cube, he turned around and asked He Qiao abruptly: "Why is that man called Fang? "

He thought of Fang Shier again.

The delicate clock on the wall happened to emit a brisk beep, from the number eleven to twelve, and noon came.

"What side what?"

"What is the name of the person who fought with you?"

In the noisy voice of the TV series, He Qiao, who was concentrating on peeling grapefruits, didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked blankly, "What?"

"..." Chi Xueyan gave up reading tongue twisters with him, and said in a very casual tone, "Forget it, it doesn't matter, just take him as Fang."

He Qiao withdrew his gaze from staring at the clock, and the movements of his hands remained unchanged: "Do you want to eat grapefruit?"

"Is it sour?"

"Not sour, very sweet."

Chi Xueyan put down the Rubik's Cube and happily took it over: "Thank you."

The strands of pomelo flesh really exude a fresh and long-lasting sweetness.

The lunch served shortly afterwards was also delicious.

Although he is basically not picky eaters, he always has a preference for the flavor of food.

He Qiao's cooking unexpectedly suits his taste.

The rest of the time will be spent in peace.

Chi Xueyan picked up the detective novel again, read who the murderer was at the end, and then found the latest horror movie to watch, and went out to help a friend in the middle.

He Qiao, who was new to the family business, had a lot of reports to read, but after feeling tired, he put down his work and watched a horror movie with Chi Xueyan.

At night, they ate at a nearby restaurant with a good reputation, took a walk side by side after the meal, took a rest after returning home, and went into their respective rooms.

Under the same roof, two people are doing their own things, and they meet occasionally.

A relaxed and harmonious day.

It was so relaxed that there was no trace of ambiguous fetters.

Because the drama is over.

The next morning, the two went out separately.

Dental clinics work earlier, and media companies are an hour later.

In the early morning, when He Qiao walked out of the room, Chi Xueyan had just finished eating a sandwich and was changing shoes at the entrance.

The used tableware has been washed and returned to the bowl rack, fresh water drops gently flow over the brightly colored porcelain plates, and the lover bids him farewell with the usual attitude: "Good morning, I'm leaving first."

Immediately, he turned and left very simply.

Having to stay in the same room on weekends, on weekdays, the forced necessity disappears, and getting along in a physical sense becomes rare.

There is no need to inform each other about the arrangement of leisure time.

Eat breakfast at different times, leave for work, drive in different directions.

The road is full of traffic, the sound is loud, and the traffic lights are changing and flashing.

He Qiao in the back seat couldn't see the dazzling red light ahead, he was holding a stack of documents in his hand.

In the rare stillness, his eyes just passed by the densely packed words, and his thoughts wandered.

There are two dried flower scented packets placed one after the other in the car.

In the faint scent of roses that lingered all the time, until the car drove into the underground parking lot of the office building, He Qiao didn't finish the first paragraph of the report at hand.

He took the elevator upstairs alone and walked into the floor where Wanjia Media was located.

The company is about to relocate, and the new office building opposite the clinic has already started renovation.

Along the way, employees kept saying hello to him and congratulating him on his wedding with a smile.

Although the younger Mr. He has no experience, he is quite serious, and he is very concerned about the company's affairs, big and small, and will take care of them one by one.

Compared with He Xiao, who was extremely busy before, he spent more energy on this small subsidiary.

Moreover, the new Mr. He respects the original high-level employees, does not interfere with the affairs of the departments that are already operating normally, and listens carefully to the opinions of subordinates when making decisions. He is a perfect boss.

Therefore, in the eyes of the employees, this management change is not a bad thing.

They were worried that the new Mr. He who arrived by air would be the kind of **** rich second generation who took business as a joke.

After all, the first decision he made after taking over Wanjia Media was to choose the new location of the office opposite to his lover's company, which frightened everyone enough.

The secretary who was waiting at the door on time greeted him, took the folder from He Qiao's hand, and also did not forget to bless the newly married boss.

He Qiao responded gently, and walked to his office together with her.

The secretary attended the wedding with a dreamy voice: "Mr. He, that was the most romantic wedding I've ever seen. The relationship between you and your husband must be very good. It's a pity that the wedding scene was not allowed to be reported..."

This time, He Qiao didn't respond.

Just passing by a small conference room, he looked away, glanced inside by chance, but suddenly slowed down.

There were two people chatting inside, one was a senior employee of the music department, and the other wore a pair of thick glasses, which were ordinary, even gloomy, and had a somewhat reserved expression.

He Qiao met him.

The young man who was in charge of communicating with the foreign band throughout the wedding.

From the half-closed door, there was the sound of two people talking.

The tone of the employee's speech is quite special, slowly: "...it will take a few days to reply to you, but I am quite surprised that you brought the tape today."

The other person has a very unique voice, and the tone is filled with the sadness of meeting an old friend: "I didn't expect that I would be able to take this step. Maybe I suddenly realized that life can be like that."

The sound of conversation drifted softly into the hallway.

Sensing the gaze of his immediate superior, the secretary took the initiative to say, "This is a singer who brought the demo today. He is talking to the teacher in the music department. They have cooperated before."

There was no emotion in He Qiao's voice: "What's his name?"

"Duan Ruo." When she replied, there was a trace of regret, "I don't know if you have heard his songs, but it's a pity to say that a few years ago he..."

Hearing this familiar name, He Qiao's footsteps finally stopped completely, the sun cast shadows on the sides of his sharp-edged face, and his eyes became dim.

He knew this person, and he knew what the secretary was going to tell about the past.

After Duan Ruo became a well-known singer with unlimited fame, his rough past experiences naturally became widely circulated news.

Duan Ruo is another protagonist in the story.

But he shouldn't be here at this time.

It shouldn't even look like this.

In He Qiao's memory, Duan Ruo didn't wear glasses, he was gentle and kind to others on weekdays, and had a soft temperament. As soon as he held the microphone, he seemed to be a different person, showing self-confidence, which was completely different from the ordinary cowardice at the moment.

So at the wedding that day, he just vaguely felt that this person looked familiar, and subconsciously looked at him a few more times, but he didn't recognize him.

The current Duan Ruo should still be caught in complicated disputes with his former brokerage company, and lost the right to publish songs under his own name. Because of this, he has been depressed for a long time, and can only do other music-related jobs to make a living.

The fledgling talented singer-songwriter who is credulous to others, and the ex-partner with disgraceful methods are not new stories.

Later, he finally cheered up. While fighting a lawsuit with a partner he once trusted and relied on, he took risks and started to release and sing again. After gaining a certain reputation, he cooperated with Wanjia Media on a commercial song, and because of Met He Xiao.

Duan Ruo is a talented songwriter and a singer with a gifted voice, but he has been trapped in a quagmire of mistakes for a long time.

But now, he ignited the courage to break free from the quagmire ahead of time.

Wanjia Media also came into He Qiao's hands.

Strange fate.

The secretary's voice caught the attention of the people in the room. Seeing He Qiao standing at the door, the employees of the music department and Duan Ruo got up almost at the same time.

The secretary was about to introduce the boss around him, but Duan Ruo took the initiative to say to He Qiao, "I've seen you."

His expression was a little excited, and his speech speed became faster, with gratitude and joy in it: "I want to say thank you, although you may not know me."

"I was at the wedding on Saturday, and I was on the band side," he said incoherently, "but it doesn't matter...I just want to say that I was lucky to be able to witness the wedding."

Duan Ruo actually has a lot to say, about the many songs he wrote but couldn't sing in the past few years, about the unruly and freedom he saw in the crowd, about another look of life.

But in front of strangers, he held back, leaving only sincere thanks: "Sorry, I won't waste your time, I wish you a happy wedding."

The company president with normal expression listened quietly, then nodded slightly to accept the blessing, thanked him, and continued walking towards the office.

The still gloomy singer didn't reveal what was hidden in his heart, but He Qiao guessed it the moment he connected the young man at the wedding with Duan Ruo.

It was because of Chi Xueyan.

The reversal of the life path often requires some opportunities.

He didn't know what was the opportunity for Duan Ruo to take this step in the book, but the premature opportunity in front of him was his wedding with Chi Xueyan.

This was beyond He Qiao's expectation.

He sat down at the large desk and began to deal with today's work.

The secretary brought the demo, and He Qiao was silent for a moment before letting her play it.

It is the song in memory.

The moving melody and unique voice flow in the quiet office.

It reminded him of the high-spirited figure on the stage later.

At this moment, He Qiao suddenly discovered that Duan Ruo, who finally became a well-known singer in the future, actually had a bit of Chi Xueyan in him.

Although there is no such wedding that affected his fate in the book, what he wants to be in the book and out of the book has always been a person like Chi Xueyan, who is free and unrestrained, not afraid of the eyes of others, and dares to break free from the entangled shackles.

The difference is that Duan Ruo changed later, while Chi Xueyan was born this way.

Did Lu Siyi realize that shadow?

It was "Chi Xueyan" who forcibly pried away his feelings, and then changed the trajectory of his life. Even though there were many twists and turns and entanglements later, which made him deeply hate the other party, that person remained in his life after all. an indelible impact.

Thinking of this, He Qiao lowered his eyes and gently put on the cap of the pen.

He couldn't be sure.

But in any case, between him and Chi Xueyan, there was an urgent issue that needed to be dealt with together.

After all, they are partners who share the same secret and are destined to always be on the same side.

companion.

He put the cold pen aside.

Outside the window of the office, there is a steady stream of vehicles on the road, and people in a hurry on the street are waiting to pass.

Time passed slowly, and the red light finally turned into a green light.

More and more pedestrians gathered, and finally they were able to walk forward quickly, like a dense tide rushing to the opposite bank without turning back.

During the lunch break, He Qiao dialed a call to Chi Xueyan.

The phone was connected quickly.

"Are you free now?" He called him, "Xiaochi."

"After dealing with my colleagues, I just sat down." Chi Xueyan sounded very quiet, and he should be alone in the office, "What's wrong?"

"I met a man today, he is..."

He Qiao stopped in the middle of his speech, rarely knowing how to describe it.

The trajectory of each character has become no longer the same as in the book.

He suddenly didn't want to use words like protagonist or rival to describe Duan Ruo, and he didn't want to mention Lu Siyi too much.

During the brief silence, Chi Xueyan on the other end of the phone seemed to have a heart-to-heart with him. With a flash of inspiration, he took the initiative to ask: "Did you meet another protagonist in the book, my rival in love, someone Lu Siyi likes?"

"..." He Qiao paused, before answering, "En."